Eat the Rainbow

So, I am sitting here contemplating whether or not I should move away from the computer and start preparing for another fun filled day at work... as of now, the computer is winning.

Tomorrow is Harvest of the Month. If you do not know what that is, here is a quick explanation. So, the school district (and my after school program) is teamed with The Network for a Healthy California. Their motto to the children: EAT THE RAINBOW (and when I hear that all I think of is the pot of gold at the end of that rainbow, and by that I mean better bowel movement). Through this partnership, they are supposed to be promoting healthy foods, all being fruits and vegetables. Every month the kids get a new harvest. This month: ASPARAGUS. My site received 12 bunches (4 purple, 4 white, and4 green).

What are we supposed to do with it? Well, the supervisor of the program suggested a salad for this month. I am all up for salads, but this time, I have to say I was skeptical if my 100 kids from kindergarten to 8th grade would even like it. It was a spring mix bag with radish slices, asparagus, feta cheese, and a honey Dijon mustard. Not even the adults I was with really liked it, so needless to say, I was feeling worried about this idea.

So, I opted for a pasta salad, which I think the kiddies will like more. The only problem is, I have to prep everything at my house. So that means 10 pounds of pasta must be boiled, drained, rinsed, and bagged. 12 bunched of asparagus must be blanched and cut. Carrots, cucumbers, and tomatoes must be chopped. I am sorry, but who wants to do that after 8 hours of work. I love cooking and making food, but when it is work...it seriously feels like work. And this does not include all the other things I have to do when I get to work and the demonstration.

As I sit here, feeling the sleep overcome me, I feel less and less motivated to move. And the sadness I felt today from the refrigerator incident... I am not looking forward to going into work. What incident is that? Well, since I am not working, I have all the time in the world to type it out.

So, it is 2:25 P.M. and the kiddies are coming out it 4 minutes. They will be rushing into the cafeteria for their snacks. I start grabbing the cases of juice and milk and the box of animal crackers and then...RIP! I hear this tearing sound. I look to my right sleeve on my brand new dress and what happened? I GOT CAUGHT ON THE FREAKING REFRIGERATOR SHELF. THANKS SHELF...THANKS A LOT. I had to go through the day with a tear in my sleeve. I was just glad that no one noticed it...or pointed it out. That would have made my day a tad bit worse.