I don’t hate working per se but mainly because it involves getting up early. Especially on Monday. I hate Mondays. And I’m not a morning person. At all!
I hate waking up early! Especially on Monday! Or any other day if it matters.
Neither my body nor my mind are geared to function that early. Mornings should really start somewhere around noon.
I’ve tried to be an “early bird” over the years, my mom’s been telling me, since I was a child, “it will get easier as you grow older and get used to it”. Maybe I’m just not old enough yet. I still have hopes though. One day… Either that or it’ll gradually settle in into an old age insomnia. So, yeah… I’m just waiting. To be functional in the morning. But not today!
Do not even try talking to me early in the morning! At best, you won’t get anywhere. In the worst case, you’ll learn a lot of new expletives in both languages. I hate when I come to work, and there are already people waiting to be seen. Don’t they have a life?! At least before 9am?! A few weeks back a prospective private client called me at 8am on Saturday morning (!). And proceeded to tell me almost his whole life story. He was just lucky I was up anyway to take the kid to the SAT testing site. Otherwise, he’d have gotten an earful. Why on Earth would you call somebody (who you don’t even know!) that early on Saturday?! Man, at 8am I need therapy myself!
And then there is a special place in Hell for people who try talking to me before I had even a sip of coffee.
And then there is an issue of “what to wear”. That’s me. Every. Single. Morning. The only difference I stand in front of each of my four closets, and then another one full of shoes. Just lost.
And of course this happens. Every. Single. Morning.
No wonder I feel exhausted. It’s just not easy being me.
What’s Cooking This Week
Even on a grumpy Monday, you still have to feed yourself, somehow. Since most of the time “grab and go” is not happening for me, there are no places on my way to work, or really just at many locations at all, that cater to a gluten /dairy/ mostly grain free and preferably crap free “Monday grumpy” New Yorker. That means I have to feed myself. Bummer!
This breakfast is so easy to make and so delicious that even grumpy Me doesn’t mind baking it and definitely enjoys eating it. Maybe it will even cure the case of “grumpies”.
Paleo Apple and Blueberry Nutty Crumble
4-5 small/medium apples
1/2 cup of blueberries
1/4 cup of raisins
1 cup of almond flour
1/3 cup of coconut flakes
1/4 cup of coconut oil, melted
1/4 cup of any nut butter (I used crunchy peanut butter)
1/2 cup of any chopped nuts (I used pecans)
3 Tbspoons of sugar or any other sweetener (I used raw sugar)
1 tspoon of vanilla
1 tspoon of cinnamon
1/2 tspoon of ginger
1/2 tspoon of nutmeg
Peel, core and cut apples (drizzle with some water mixed with a few drops of lemon juice to prevent brown spots), mix with blueberries and raising. Add vanilla, sugar and all the spices.
Stir together nut butter and coconut oil, mix in almond flour and chopped nuts.
In a baking dish, lay out the fruit first, then spread the nutty mixture, top with coconut flakes.
Bake in a pre-heated oven at 350F degrees for 40-45 minutes or until the topping is golden brown.
The dish tastes great! It’s warm and full of coconut and nut flavors paired with slightly sweet fruit. It’s also healthy and just plain “good for you”, both for body and soul. You may find that your “grumpies” are completely cured.
I liked it topped with coconut milk chocolate yogurt. It could also be made with any other fruit you already have at home.