Oh - I'm running a 10km race tomorrow, by the way (with Jainey, Sam and more than 12,000 other friends, so come out and say hi :) ).
I tend not to upset my routine too, too much the day before.
I go grocery shopping the Saturday morning, make the same meal for dinner and then firmly park my butt on the couch for an entire day.
And what meal is it that I make? Well, it's my take on my dad's tomato macaroni soup, a favourite meal from childhood. I always remember it being a treat because my mother is not really a fan of pasta and we had to pretty much BEG to have it. Then all four of us would attempt to help but would really get in the way or half-ass help and then totter off to watch tv, play nintendo, computer or something and leave my dad to do the work and only resurface to eat everything and not clean up.
Sigh - the good ol' days.
But it all boils down to a giant pot of elbow macaroni with a can of tomatoes, some mushrooms,
maybe a green or red pepper and a can or two of tomato juice thrown in (because the pasta sucks up the liquid like no tomorrow). Really, it was nothing special but I remember it being a such a big deal to us...or maybe just me.
I think it didn't happen that often because of the work involved and the lack of help my dad got in the end.
But now I make it the day before every run in my slow cooker with no help and no one to help me clean up either.
And I can't remember if exactly if there was meat in it or not, but I put it in mine...and yes, I buy my meat in tubes because I'm a classy broad.
But it's funny how the simplest of meals evokes the happiest of memories and is the one thing that I have to have before every run.
Hopefully Jainey will have your race report later this week. Keep your fingers crossed for comical pics.
And I'll be having soup for a week.
Feel free to drop by if you want some :)