On this lazy unemployed Monday, the day after Mother’s Day, which was a bike ride and Mexican food and homemade Paloma’s, I have slept in and I am already sore. I am also still full from yesterday and I’m thinking about food. Ha!
The thing is about living alone is that I eat, you know what the normal person thinks they eat: breakfast lunch and dinner. I cook about once a day or so. So what do I eat? Well, first of all it is not a case of Secret Single Behavior. There is no grape jelly in my fridge or saltines in my cupboard, but as I write this I wonder if it’s actually good and imagining what it tastes like. I do just happen to eat things that another person might not understand: spoonfuls of peanut butter and marshmallow fluff, pancake cakes – this is a great thing by the way, shakes both healthy and ridiculous, lots of sweetened condensed milk in coffee and tea and by the spoonful, popcorn, chocolate Malt-O-Meal made with evaporated milk. My current obsession is a homemade egg McMuffin, something I never even craved before isolation.
And after checking in on the job posts…I’m back. It’s a dreary day with only a little blue showing through the trees. Have to remind myself that the best things to do here are write, read and eat. Contemplating all three of these as the clock ticks loudly I wonder what I could do productively.
This is my List:
What to cook from Laurel’s book?
I will keep you posted.