“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 894 (Sunday) – food

It was noon, I was starving, and I finally realized breakfast had never happened. The day’s food plan had been tomato pie, but it didn’t exist yet and its creation would have to wait.

Brunch - matzo brie.

Eggs and matzo were assembled into matzo brie, which was plated with herring in wine sauce. It was good. Eggs are my go-to cure for a variety of situations including being sick, being hungover, and today’s ailment, being super, suddenly hungry. Thank goodness for chickens and eggs.

Fortified by matzo brie, the refrigerator and freezer were checked. Thank goodness I checked. The mozzarella that was thought to be in the freezer did not exist and the pie crusts in the fridge were old. Not just a little old, but “Best when used by December 12, 2021” old. Yikes. There were bread remnants in the freezer, saved for bread pudding, that had “Sell by” dates in 2020. Yikes again. A purge occurred.

Market Basket (Store number 1, baby!) on a Sunday afternoon is always hit or miss. Sometimes it’s nearly deserted and other times, like just before a Patriots game, it’s packed. I don’t know what was happening today, but it was one of those crazy busy times.

Carts and baskets were scarce and checkout lines were long. It didn’t take long to gather my two needed items and four additional items because I was there. I would have to wait in line for a box of pie crusts and a pound of mozzarella, so it made sense to grab some mixed frozen vegetables, ice cream, stuffed grape leaves, and a magic eraser cleaning pad while there.

Supper - tomato pie.

Once home, the timing of tomato pie baking had to be established. Too early and it wouldn’t be warm for supper. Too late, and I might be very hungry waiting.

The crust was pre-baked and shrunk during the process. Tomatoes were peeled, sliced, and drained. Mozzarella and cheddar were mixed with mayonnaise. Basil leaves were picked from the plant on the deck. Pie was assembled and baked. There was a patient wait for it to cool a bit and then it was suppertime. 

The tomato pie that had been dreamt of for at least a week finally came to be. And it was good. I am still grateful to the South for the introduction to tomato pie (and other things, but we’ll save those for another day.) 

Cake with honey -- yum!

Breakfast may have been missed, but it doesn’t mean there weren’t three meals for the day. Between brunch and supper, an additional “meal” happened in the form of a chunk cut from a plain single layer cake found in the freezer during the hunt for mozzarella. There was no icing or fruit, and honey was drizzled over the cake. And it was good.