It’s Monday, it’s 13.50 and I am feeling peckish. So far I have got up, typed, had breakfast, read three auction catalogues, sent in two bids for later in the week, had coffee, chatted to Julia, read two contributions I made to newsletter/Facebook pages, considered the end of the world, done my data entries for the Garden Birdwatch and Blackbird survey (we have a sad lack of blackbirds) and wondered where all the time has gone.
In a moment I am going to make a salad for lunch and moan to Julia that my time just seems to melt away.
And an hour later, I am back. I ended up with a cheese and pickle sandwich and some coleslaw. Not as healthy as it might have been, but in nutritional terms, I’ve had worse. I genuinely have had so much salad recently that I couldn’t face more than a moderate portion of coleslaw.
Last night we had mushroom biriyani. I managed to get mushrooms, tomatoes, peppers, peas and onions into it and served it with a side salad of cucumber salad. For lunch we had leek and potato and cauliflower soup (it evolved rather than was cooked – as I added surplus roasted cauliflower to the remains of a previously made leek and potato soup) and for breakfast we had banana and blueberries with our virtuous Weetabix style biscuits. I think that’s ten fruit and veg, which explains why I am full of vitamins and fibre, smug, and overweight.
I’m thinking of adopting the dietary regime of King Charles who, he tells us, has two meat-free days a week, one dairy-free day and banned pate de foie gras from all palace menus. I’m way ahead of him on at least one of those and probably up with him on the meat free days. I don’t really take note of meat free days anymore, just plan to include a number of meat-free evening meals into the week. I probably should plan better.
As for the non-dairy, we’ve discussed it and we are going to try oat milk, though we aren’t allowed to call it that – it’s a drink, because it is of non-animal origin. In the USA it can be called milk because the courts decided that Americans are far too intelligent to confuse the different products.
You know that old Hemingway quote about 7/8 of an iceberg being below the surface? Ring any bells?
