After a solid 3 weeks or so, last night I finally stumbled upon the realization that there actually are some nights you don't really feel like cooking, even if you really, really love it. However, I didn't want to throw in the towel and just microwave something (like the Trader Joe's black bean and corn enchiladas in the freezer, the ones I used to eat 2 to 3 times a week and have no doubt experienced quite a comedown from the culinary superiority complex they once possessed).
So I figured I'd scramble some eggs and then put stuff in them -- as opposed to an omelette, which would involve sauteeing which I didn't feel like doing. The "stuff" ended up being the remainder of my crumbled feta, a little scoop of pesto, some baby mixed greens (in lieu of a salad) and some diced garlic (just raw; remember, no sauteeing). And hey, it wasn't bad. I don't know what to call it, but whatever it is, it's copyrighted to me.
Then I went to Target and blew $61 on future kitchen supplies. In fairness, I didn't even own a rolling pin, and I clearly need one of those because it serves the dual purposes of flattening dough and self-defense (mainly in 1930's-era slapstick comedies).