Had nothing working in my favor this morning.
No food. No inspiration. No time.
We had plenty of fruit, so assembling that part of Parker’s lunch was easy. Trouble is, as much as my little carnivore loves fruit, he craves protein. But I had nothing ready to go. No leftovers. No deli meat. Nothing.
This is rare because I always make sure I cook too much at dinner the night before.
I did, however, have a raw 6-ounce bison steak in the refrigerator. It’s generally against my rules to go to the trouble of grilling up a steak during the morning rush… Mostly because I know I don’t have the focus in the morning to do anything but burn a steak. But I didn’t seem to have much choice.
It turned out to be a brilliant, effortless and speedy option. And I never would have guessed how well it would work.
All I did was salt and pepper the steak, then slap it into a hot skillet. Then I walked away and did some of the 9 million things that needed to be done in the remaining 15 minutes before I needed to push Parker out the door.
After a couple minutes, I flipped the steak, then resumed my chores. A few minutes later, I turned off the heat and let the steak rest in the pan for a few minutes. And that was the key to this morning’s success.
I’d intentionally turned off the heat when the steak was still pretty raw. The plan was that the steak would finish cooking with just the residual heat in the pan, but without the risk of burning when I (inevitably) got distracted by the aforementioned 9 million things.
The plan worked. I did get distracted and the steak did cook. Perfectly so.
After that I just sliced it, stuffed it and some cheese in a whole-wheat tortilla, and popped it back in the still-hot skillet to toast a bit.
If I’d had more time I might have got more creative. I considered including a snack-pack of guacamole for Parker to squeeze onto the quasi steak burrito. But I noticed it was well past the use-by date. Oh well.
Meanwhile, Parker is still beaming about getting his hair cut last night. He LOVES his mohawk. And I have to admit, it looks pretty good — maybe even better — than his usual style. Though it also makes him look a lot older. And that is always hard to handle…