(un)domesticated goddess-ish is about the life of a 20 something single city girl gone *gulp* soon-to-be-wed mountain step-mom.
New job, new car, newfound inspiration to prep lunch a week in advance.
Homemade lunches were never really my thing, though. They don't hold a soft spot in my heart. I was non-committal about sandwich crust, I didn't have one of those perfectly portioned Pringle holders, and I was pretty much banned from Tupperware because I usually threw it away (along with my retainer). In college, I heavily favored refilling my college card on a weekly basis - which linked directly to my parents' bank account - and bought lunch instead of shopping smart at the local grocery store.
Striving for consistency, New York encouraged my habit of paying someone else to mix lettuce with croutons. When my brain finally caught up to my bank account, I admitted defeat and decided it was time to actually MAKE a grocery list instead of grabbing toilet paper, crackers and almond butter and four of whatever was on clearance.
I promise I really did try to hone my Home Ec gene but the lack of kitchen prep space and my general disinterest did me no favors. Lunch largely consisted of precut lettuce drizzled with some pre-cooked chicken and maybe a squeeze of lemon. Dinner was Greek Yogurt with granola. Supermodeldom was within reach, but beer was always closer.
My roommates culinary skills did nothing to help my lackluster lunch-making confidence. She ALWAYS made breakfast, lunch AND dinner. As she'd cook, she'd notice me lurking and ask if I wanted some of whatever she was making. I'd quickly retreat and wave my hand saying, "oh no no, just wanted to see what you've got there. Looks great!" as a river of drool escaped the side of my mouth. My politeness only lasted about two months.
I'm getting married in a year, inheriting two step kids and my vision's getting worse. It's time to get my shit together. PB&J is only cute for so long. I went through my internal rolodex of 3-ingredient meals my mom made for me as a kid and remembered a few of her easiest, most delicious salads. They're ideal for undomesticated humans such as myself - you can make them in large quantities, they're great by themselves, on crackers or on sandwich, and they take forever to go bad.
What are these ~mythical~ salads, you ask? Tuna and egg, two of the top five most hated office foods - up there with reheated salmon and Brussels sprout - that will get you instantly blacklisted from perspective lunch mates and office happy hours.
Welp. Guess it's time to diversity *bookmarks every Martha Stewart recipe ever*