You don’t realize how much milk you drink, butter you eat, and sugar you toss in until you’ve finally got a limit to keep to. And honestly, it’s not quite as bad as I thought. So far.
Breakfast was done in a hurry, an apple and a piece of nine grain toast with some jam on top. Screw the butter on said toast, if I want my toast sweet then I want it sweet. Usually I don’t do toast at all but goddammit I was hungry and in a hurry.
Then my plan got canceled at the last minute, so I did the food shopping for this project instead. Goddamn vegetables are expensive, by the way. Call me privileged for going to the farmer’s market and getting the good stuff (including milk with an inch of cream at the top of the glass!) and then complaining, but at least to me it feels like a valid complaint. Vegetables shouldn’t be more expensive fresh than canned or frozen, just saying.
Lunch was less hurried but still not much effort. I started by making up some french toast batter with my newly limited milk supply (and damn does the good milk make a difference), an egg, and some cinnamon. Nothing special. Slices of stale french bread were dipped in and put on a pan with a tiny little pat of butter, not even a teaspoon, spread around as an anti-stick guarantee. Once all the french toast was done I put the remainders of the batter in the fridge for another day, and brought out the compote.
For something that sounds so fancy, compote really isn’t. I had some yellow raspberries that had seen better days, and I couldn’t get the lid off the jam jar, so I rage-cooked the raspberries down with a few spoonfuls of water and a teaspoon of sugar until it was the consistency of jam. That’s literally it. Put it in a jar stuffed in the fridge, and you’re all set for a few days. Spread on the french toast, this stuff was delicious.
Alongside it I sliced up a nectarine that had been sitting in the crisper for longer than I was strictly comfortable with, and poured a small glass of milk. Just to try what this stuff tasted like plain. The answer: too fucking rich for my blood. It’s like drinking slightly watery whipping cream and I had to choke it down.
My energy levels and moods have been decently stable today. Maybe it’s the sunshine, maybe it’s the food. My back didn’t spasm either, even when I was carrying all the groceries back on the tube. I’ll have to wait a while before I conclude what’s going on, but either way I’m grateful for it.
Currently cooking dinner, some kind of jury-rigged soup that I don’t fucking know anything about. A post will come later about the process of cooking that and how it tastes. Hopefully good, or I swear I’ll murder those kidney beans.
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