Rainy Days and Mondays

morels on toast

The restaurant has only been open a week, but they have been busy every single night. It’s a good problem to have, I’m sure, but it has made for some long days and very late nights for my husband, and some bleary-eyed morning commutes for this restaurant widow. I was incredibly happy to have Mike home on Monday and to fix him a special dinner (complete with wine poured from an actual bottle), but as delicious as our starter of sauteed morels and main course of yogurt-marinated roast lamb loin were, I could barely bring myself to eat much of either.

I’ve actually been struggling to get myself to eat anything these days. I’m not sure if it’s caused by this persistent case of the blues, the crummy weather, the fact that I can not bear to look at one more runny egg or package of pasta in my kitchen, or something else. I’ve all but given up on breakfast. Lunches have been hastily gobbled, and more often than not abandoned midway through. I stood at the refrigerator when I got home from work last night trying desperately to figure out what to make myself for dinner, but I came up blank – no appetite, no inspiration.

With shaking hands I tore off a nub of pita and scooped up a bite of Shayma‘s wonderful (and contest-winning) Borani, followed that with a chunk of a cold, roasted creamer potato left from Monday night, then a dab of chevre and a slug of Bandit, and then I sat at the kitchen table watching the rain, counting the hours until next Monday. It can’t come soon enough.

11 thoughts on “Rainy Days and Mondays

  1. I’m sorry you have the blues. I’m uninspired as well. I gave up pasta for Lent and I find myself wondering what to create for dinner. I’d forgotten how wonderful Jasmine rice is.

    I hope things get better with being a restaurant widow.

  2. Erina says:

    Oh Jennifer! I feel for you, having a significant other away from the home a lot. It gets easier!

    It is difficult to just cook for one, but think of all the experimentation that you can do… possibilities are endless and guilt-free. Any hobbies that you’ve been thinking about tackling, well, now you can devote full attention to them. You and your husband will find your rhythm again, and things will get lighter.

    Please visit the restaurant whenever you’re feeling homesick… I’m sure there will always be an open seat at the bar for you 😉

  3. “… always get me down” ?? Just think: not always! Sometimes a rainy Monday is JUST what you want. Sometimes not. Maybe what you need will show up this weekend unexpecedly. Meanwhile, treat yourself well.
    I’ll try to follow my own advice, as I have been feeling ‘bleah’ lately as well, but for somewhat different reasons. Here’s to changing course soon!

  4. I know that feeling – and it does dissipate, even though it can feel neverending. I’ve had weeks where nothing satisfied, no recipe could tempt me into the kitchen – and that’s when I reach for a glass of rose and classic comforting carbonara or the like. A tiny recharge, but a recharge nonetheless. Hang in, lady. xx

  5. Damn, this is all the sucks, lady. I’m hoping things pick up so much that they need to take on more bar help…maybe give the husband a break, and get you back into a routine that is more livable. In the meantime, hugs to you! And hoping that you get a chance to recharge soon.

    As an aside, and probably something I shouldn’t admit, but I met my husband through a CL ad, before CL was just a way for hookers to get business…and the name of my ad was “Rainy Days and Mondays.” I have a soft spot for the song for the obvious reasons. 🙂 Here’s hoping something good comes out of yours too.

  6. I think a Tuesday night food blogger’s video chat may need to be scheduled. We could all set up our laptops and cook and talk!

  7. I’ve been on the other end of what you’re going through. Opening a restaurant is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It takes total concentration and a lot of the time, even though you don’t mean to do it, your focus leaves the ones that care the most about you. I’m not saying that this is happening at all , but to those on the non-restaurant side, it’s very real . In my case, it was my precious daughter who was home by herself. I’ll never get over the guilt I felt then and feel now. But we both came through the experience and are better for it. I know, from reading your blog for a long time that you may be going through some lonely nights, but you will get through it. And you’ll eat again.

  8. I can’t count how many nights I’ve felt similar because of our opposite schedules. I’m right there with you, looking forward to his Monday nights off. It does get easier. I promise 🙂 These type of nights were a huge catalyst to my blog beginnings and wine studies. So, I suppose, what helps me is keeping busy with classes, cooking, writing and planning a little something special, whether dinner, movie, event, etc., on those few nights you do spend together.

  9. Congrats on the restaurant opening! I guess I am a little late, but the images look gorgeous. I will be in providence over memorial day weekend for Brown graduation and would love to stop in and check it out!

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