I took the long way to lunch today. The really long way. What could I possibly eat? The fridge wasn't brimming, nor was it empty. But it gave off that vibe like "There's nothing to eat."
The crisp, fresh, sweet carrots first beckoned my munch. Then a large, succulent cucumber. The scant leftover blue cheese dressing was almost too obvious.
I figure they deserved some civility, so instead of crunching down on them mindlessly, they were cleaned and cut and presented for sharing.
In my fridge foraging I found a nicely ripe avocado, a partly cut red onion, a small wedge of Jarlsberg cheese and a few herbs - cilantro, basil and chives. Oh some kind of sandwich I guess. Still pretty un-enthused.
The bread is kept in the freezer, pre-sliced at purchase or at home just before hitting the chiller.
Avocado said rye bread. I agreed. Lucky me, one slice left.
And so on with the building and piling. It was now seeming more hopeful.
I find building my open-faced sandwiches is much like art. You stand back and stare at the canvas and size up the look - and in this case the taste - then figure out where to put more colour, more texture, more flavour.
You know me well enough by now to know that my cheap trick is the egg - more often than not, soft-boiled. Partly it is my canned answer to 'What next?' when my lame response is apt to be 'I don't know'. I like that it is colour and it is protein too. Maybe that makes this cheap trick okay then. I blame my Danish roots. We do love the egg.
So it was that my lunch organically unfolded. The carrots, the cucumber, the smørrebrød sandwich. And in the very last seconds, a quick splash of sriracha for the WOW and the POW.
* Happy to say that my carrots, cucumber and cilantro came in my latest CSA basket from Roots and Shoots Farm. The to-die-for sriracha is a new creation from michaelsdolce which I bought at the Ottawa Farmers' Market, Brewer Park.