I dream about the Sunday Supper Chopped. Located in the Delta terminal at LGA, Sunday Supper is an Italian restaurant with great food for an airport but their chopped salad is my Roman Empire. It’s nothing special to look at, but I’m telling you it is mouth watering. Every time I’m there I get it and the last time I wrote down the ingredients so I can attempt to make it myself. Romaine
Raddichio
Red cabbage
Red onion
Roasted red pepper
Chopped pepperoni
Chickpeas
Celery
shredded provolone
Artichoke hearts chopped
Pepperocini All chopped, tossed in a light Italian dressing. Add add’l protein if you want but not necessary.
1. No caffeine 24 hours before your flight
2. Invest in a very solid neck pillow
3. Bring a hoodie, an eye mask, a light layer and earplugs.
4. Sit in the window
5. Moisturize
6. Optional: red wine at the gate and a melatonin in your seat
7. Read until you can’t and you’ll be asleep by takeoff.
I have the tiniest apartment in NYC and I love her. The kitchen is nothing more than the fridge sink oven and a small square of counter space but you know what we make it WORK. I never have all the necessary equipment to cook something but it forces me to get creative. I didn’t have a lid to my saucepan so guess what we threw a baking sheet on there and called it a day. All I really needed was something to keep the heat (mostly) in. Don’t have vinegar? Put in a lemon, that’s also an acid. Don’t have a trussing needle? We’re dousing a safety pin in alcohol and sewing that chicken UP. Restriction makes you think about why you’re doing something instead of going through the motions. Don‘t let your kitchen for ants hold you back!
