I should be a grown-up by now.
I really should be. At 31 years of age I should be able to keep track of a few key possessions, possessions that directly affect my daily livelihood. Possessions such as my debit card.
It was only a matter of time, really. It’s been a solid year since I last frantically called Chase to cancel that silly misplaced piece of plastic before someone found it and emptied the hundreds (we’re talking low hundreds) of dollars from it.
The thing that really troubles me is I know exactly when I had it last. I used it to pay for a cab home the other night. The scene went down like this: I gave my card to the driver, watched with great concern as he literally ran it through a swipe on his iPhone, signed his iPhone with my finger when he asked me to and then took my card back – sure that he was going to purchase something ridiculous and expensive with my number as it appeared that he had literally just stored it in his phone. Extremely shady, no?
A little troubled by the transaction that just went down, I fumbled out of the cab and shoved my phone and debit card back in my bag. Well, I thought I did anyway. Inexplicably, I somehow lost the card on my two block walk to my apartment.
I assure you, these things only happen to me.
Of course I did not discover that it was missing until the next morning when at I was Starbucks. Miraculously I had enough cash to pay for my breakfast wrap and iced tea (old habits die hard) but the panic of the missing card set in instantly. Fast forward to me dumping the contents of my purse on a table in Starbucks, shaking books and searching the inside of my bag for holes in the liner or some other secret hiding spot.
Deep breaths. I frantically log-in to my account on my phone to check my balance. No activity since last night’s cab ride. Reassuring. Perhaps I had put the card in my jeans, and not my purse. Yes, I convinced myself, that must be it. It’s safe at home in the laundry basket. A probable explanation, however given my track record, I knew there was still a 50/50 shot that it was on the sidewalk two blocks from my house. I decided to wait it out. I checked my account like five times an hour, waiting for fradulent charges to show up. When none had popped up by the end of the day I was 99% sure the card was indeed at home in my laundry basket.
Guess what? It wasn’t there. You’re shocked, I know. Maybe by 32 I will be grown-up…Though I wouldn’t put money on it.
Not having a debit card for five to seven business days has however forced me to get creative with the contents of my kitchen cupboards, as most take-out joints refuse to take checks or IOU’s as form of payment. A blessing in disguise, perhaps.
After a quick assessment of my inventory, I threw this little number together.
Vegetable Fettuccine with Pine Nuts
- 2 medium zucchini, cut into long strips
- ½ cup sun-dried tomatoes
- ½ cup shitake mushrooms
- ¼ cup pine nuts, toasted
- 12oz dried fettuccine (or pasta of your choice)
- 3 Tbsp chopped parsley
- 2 Tbsp extra virgin olive oil
- Salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
Blanch zucchini in a large saucepan of boiling, salted water for 1 – 2 minutes. Drain and rinse under cold water.
Cook fettuccine in a large saucepan of boiling water, per package directions. Drain and set aside.
Heat 1 Tbsp of olive oil in a skillet on high. Sauté zucchini, tomatoes, mushrooms and pine nuts for 1 – 2 minutes. Add drained fettuccine, parsley and 1 Tbsp of olive oil. Season to taste and toss over moderate heat to warm through.
Yes, the recipe is uber simple. But it has pine nuts in it, which make me feel like it’s a little bit more of a grown-up dish. Don’t ask me why. Per usual, logic does not play a large role in my life…But you’ve come to expect this from me, no?
Enjoy the rest of your weekend, friends!