Some days are too long, and the evenings (those stolen hours that are just for you) are too short. Or maybe it’s just that there isn’t a whole lot of food in the fridge. Whatever the case, sometimes there isn’t the time or desire to make a big deal out of dinner. Thus, I made my quickie, “I don’t want to cook” meal tonight.
Ingredients? A salad, usually with greens, a tomato, a smattering of dried cranberries, chopped pecans and some balsamic vinegar. The protein pair is tofu fried with Bragg’s liquid amino acids and a healthy dusting of Trader Joe’s 21 Seasoning Salute. Three of my favorite ingredients. Odd, I know.
Anyway, the result is a healthful plate of food, minimum prep, and extra time to do this and work on the book.
Tonight’s dinner was a huge contrast to last night’s. We went to meet Kristen and Tony in Carlsbad. There I pigged out on Vigilucci’s Gnocchi ai Tartufo. Gluttonous, rich and savory goodness coated my tongue. We were enjoying some post dinner conversation when panic startled the place. A girl jumped up and shouted “Oh my god. Somebody help me he’s choking. Six people jumped out of their seats immediately. The rest of us were on our way. The hero of night gave three quick thrusts of the Heimlich maneuver. I caught a glimpse of the victim. He was turning purple. The skin of his face was distended and turgid. Everyone in the restaurant was frozen, poised and waiting. Those three quick thrusts did what they were supposed to, and just as quickly as everything started, it was over and the guy was recovering.
This event conjured all sorts of thoughts. Naturally I want to know what happened. But beyond that, I thought about civic obligation, unspoken promises that we hope strangers make to us, and that we make in return. These promises are along the lines of do the right. Be a good person. Help someone in need. The best way to do that is have as much knowledge as you can gather, stay calm and apply if the time ever comes.