Scrambled Eggs—with Lunchables!

It has been quite the month!  I think I may finally be getting my strength back after being down for the count.  I haven't felt quite myself since—well—last year.  I find that after just a little bit of work, all my energy is gone.

I haven't been alone in my infirmity, either.  Unfortunately, one of my fellow Sisters has been dealing with the same thing.  I'm a little further along than she, however, and so have done a little bit of cooking for the both of us (rather than having to haul every meal over from the main dining room—or have it delivered all the time). 

The other night, she decided that scrambled eggs sounded good.  Other than watching my dad make them every Sunday morning after Mass, I don’t have a ton of experience with making this comfort food.  I’ve maybe done it twice before in my life. 
 
Now that I’m over the worst and no longer contagious, I was able to go over to get eggs and milk.  When I went in the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk, I noticed several packets of Luchables were still there.  We have no idea where they came from. 
 
I thought— “Ah hah; I’ll use these in the scrambled eggs.”  Along with some sandwich cookies and plain crackers, each package also had several small slices of cheese and ham or turkey. 
 
I brought my ingredients back to the convent, and set to work tearing the meat and cheese from a few packets into the bowl with four eggs I had procured.  I did sit down on a step stool for much of this process, due to my quickly diminishing energy level.  I added a generous splash of milk, salt and pepper, and poured the raw mixture into a pan I had greased. 
 
Within about five minutes, I was able to call downstairs that supper was ready. 
 
The recipient of this unconventional “breakfast for supper” liked the eggs very much.  Half are still left, though, in the refrigerator, probably to be finished off this evening.  I was tickled that she so enjoyed my cooking. 
 
Meanwhile, last night, I finished off a wild rice hotdish (originally it was supposed to be soup) that I had made last weekend.  After I made it, the rice absorbed more and more of the liquid.  I also ended up adding some leftover chicken and potato pieces, which helped mellow the strong spices that had come in the soup mix. 
 
I must say, one of my favorite meals I’ve had during my time recuperating has been kettle corn (microwave, no less), which also reminded me of my dad.  One of our last meals together before he got sick had been supper on a Friday in Lent when we shared a bowl of popcorn. 
 
Although I don’t mind cooking at all, I do look forward to the day (hopefully soon) when we are fully recovered and don’t need to hang out at the convent during the work week.

In the meantime, I am reminded to be grateful for all of life's little blessings, even scrambled eggs that turned out well.  

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