I'm going to be really honest here: it's not always sunshine and rainbows in the land of funemployment. Now granted, I'm not technically unemployed, seeing as I still have my job at the restaurant. And it's really not a bad gig: great money, 30ish hours a week, flexible schedule, mornings at the gym, afternoons at the beach, and drinks with friends when we get off in the evenings. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, because I know my existence is idyllic. And most days I wake up happy as a clam.
And then there are mornings, like this one, when I wake up feeling completely burnt out, uninspired, just dreadful. Coffee helps. And breakfast usually turns things around. But accomplishing something? Total game changer.
Have you ever poached an egg? Me either. Until this morning. In fact, my limited knowledge of poaching came from this scene from Julie & Julia, which was enough to scare me out of even attempting such a task.
But this morning I needed to poach an egg. I found this microwave method and it was simple and straightforward (which is exactly the kind of instructions you need when you're fully convinced your life is in shambles.)
Paired with wilted spinach and creamy, comforting brie it made a delicious sandwich. A poached egg has all the glorious, runny-yolk goodness of a fried egg, over-easy, but the white is even more delicate (which was the perfect complement to my fragile frame of mind.)