Today as I awoke, I felt the same ache in my feet that I had yesterday, plus a fleeting thought: I wish someone would take care of me.
But as my consciousness came to the fore, I remembered that I’m the caregiver. Parents, husband, child. There are days when being a woman feels like huit clos, no exit.
And there it was! I made a mental note to tell my high school French teacher about these musings. He would know what to say.
Pulling myself out of bed, I made a pot of coffee and started my morning chores. When I returned for that second cup, the pot was empty. Others had helped themselves, not bothering to refresh the well. Honestly, most days I can live with this: I’m used to tucking-in my feelings, folding over them like clean bed sheets.
But not this day, with Caretaker Burnout nipping at my heels. I decided to stop everything and eat. Too many months of not eating well had run me down. It had to stop.
I recalled how quickly and easily Zee’s fava been breakfast came together when she served it to me before one our cooking lessons. It was so good and nourishing, so of course I shared a bowl with my husband. (He wanted seconds.)
Here is Zee’s recipe for Fava Bean Breakfast, which I’ve dubbed Fava Bean Self-Care.
Fava Bean Breakfast
- 1 can fava beans, rinsed.
- 2 cloves garlic
- 1/2 tsp cumin
- 1/2 tsp Aleppo pepper
- 1 tsp salt
- 1 lemon, juiced
- 1/4 tsp citric acid, optional
- 1 tomato quartered
- Black pepper, to taste
- 1 handful mint
- 1 handful parsley
- 1 handful scallions, chopped
- Fill a small saucepan with fava beans and a cup of water. Bring to a boil, then mash the beans partially with a potato masher (as if they were refried beans.) Meanwhile, wash and coarsely chop the mint, parsley, and scallions. Add the lemon, citric acid, stir and pour into bowls. Serve with the tomato, red onion, olives, and pita bread. And, of course, a fresh cup of coffee.