I meant to do three separate posts, one for each meal, but life caught up with me. And I'll be the first to admit that breakfast either consisted of an apple and a peach mochi (anachronistic but so delicious) on the way out the door, or was actually the hodgepodge of vegetables covered in mashed avocado. For blog purposes, let's go chronologically.
The apple and mochi were more a result of me panicking about getting the shopping done before the heat fully hit than anything. Getting groceries while hungry is the wallet's bane, after all.
Yep, fully aware that Britain and most parts of America in the 1940's wouldn't have peach mochi, or at best would consider it a food of the enemy while the people who did eat it were stuffed into internment camps. Kind of like the Italian sheep milk ricotta I bought while I was out. Good thing I'm not going by the politics of the time, or else this would be one hell of a lot harder.
The first real meal of the day was during the hottest part, so of course I didn't feel like cooking. It's not like I have AC. Oh, the wishful thinking...
Anyway, I just threw a bunch of vegetables together in a bowl. Lettuce, green beans, broccoli, chopped carrots, bell pepper, pickled onions... Then I hit a snag in this plan: dressing. I have no idea how to make a palatable dressing and at the moment had no patience for looking it up. What I did have, was an avocado.
Fully aware that in Britain wouldn't've had access to avocados. And I've already established that up to a certain point (string cheese, I'm looking at you) I don't care. Plus it was either that or bacon, and I wasn't ready to cook up part of my precious bacon supply.
The thing about avocados is that I don't have much experience with them. Still, I managed to luck out. Some lemon juice, salt, and pepper combined with the flavors of the vegetables themselves to make this a more than palatable alternative to salad dressing. Creamy, fatty avocado goodness. I'm drooling again just thinking about it. Not to mention the buttered bread I put on the side.
By the time I finished, the heat was at full swing and I couldn't fucking deal with it. I folded and went to Starbucks for the worst of it. At least I stuck to chai, which did exist there and then, if not in that exact condition. Not as anachronistic as a hazelnut mocha, which I'm desperately curious about.
If there's one thing that I didn't expect out of this experiment, it's that I fill up faster. Or maybe I'm just so unfamiliar with eating an absolute shit ton of fruit and veg that the density is confusing. I'm not entirely sure. But I'm not complaining; it's grand to not be hungry all the fucking time.
Call me backwards, but dinner was oatmeal and some of that awesome ricotta. Not together, that's just on the edge of gross. Separately but at the same meal.
Oatmeal has been one of my favorites for longer than I can remember, though it's only in the past few years that I've started making it from scratch instead of from the packets. Sometimes I do miss the packets, though. Especially the ones that had the dinosaur eggs.
Made at home tastes good enough to kick the prepared stuff's ass the whole way across the country, so that's one argument solved before it even got started. This time it was rolled oats, some of the milk supply, a couple tablespoons of sugar, a spoon of honey, some chopped up strawberries, and the last of the raspberry compote with some cinnamon sprinkled on top. By the time it was done the day had begun cooling off, so I was able to enjoy it without sweating halfway to death.
Then while the stove ring was still hot I made more compote with the remainder of the strawberries, which weren't looking too fresh. Note to self: buy berries either to eat the same day or make into compote. End of story.
I've got a craving for red meat (which is fucking weird, I barely eat it) and considering how much of my thought process has gone into things that are more fat or sugar than substance, something is definitely going on in the body. I've eaten when I'm hungry and stopped when I'm full but even at the end of a meal my brain is still all about meat, chips, ice cream, etc.
Despite that craving for energy dense foods, I haven't felt droopy or tired at all aside of the heat doing it. Whenever I don't feel like crawling right out of my skin, I feel ready to bounce off the fucking walls. It's only when the mercury rises that I've been sloth-like. It takes more than two data points to draw a conclusion, so I'm reserving judgment, but I like the way this is going.
At the end of the day things are still looking up.
The apple and mochi were more a result of me panicking about getting the shopping done before the heat fully hit than anything. Getting groceries while hungry is the wallet's bane, after all.
Yep, fully aware that Britain and most parts of America in the 1940's wouldn't have peach mochi, or at best would consider it a food of the enemy while the people who did eat it were stuffed into internment camps. Kind of like the Italian sheep milk ricotta I bought while I was out. Good thing I'm not going by the politics of the time, or else this would be one hell of a lot harder.
The first real meal of the day was during the hottest part, so of course I didn't feel like cooking. It's not like I have AC. Oh, the wishful thinking...
Anyway, I just threw a bunch of vegetables together in a bowl. Lettuce, green beans, broccoli, chopped carrots, bell pepper, pickled onions... Then I hit a snag in this plan: dressing. I have no idea how to make a palatable dressing and at the moment had no patience for looking it up. What I did have, was an avocado.
Fully aware that in Britain wouldn't've had access to avocados. And I've already established that up to a certain point (string cheese, I'm looking at you) I don't care. Plus it was either that or bacon, and I wasn't ready to cook up part of my precious bacon supply.
The thing about avocados is that I don't have much experience with them. Still, I managed to luck out. Some lemon juice, salt, and pepper combined with the flavors of the vegetables themselves to make this a more than palatable alternative to salad dressing. Creamy, fatty avocado goodness. I'm drooling again just thinking about it. Not to mention the buttered bread I put on the side.
By the time I finished, the heat was at full swing and I couldn't fucking deal with it. I folded and went to Starbucks for the worst of it. At least I stuck to chai, which did exist there and then, if not in that exact condition. Not as anachronistic as a hazelnut mocha, which I'm desperately curious about.
If there's one thing that I didn't expect out of this experiment, it's that I fill up faster. Or maybe I'm just so unfamiliar with eating an absolute shit ton of fruit and veg that the density is confusing. I'm not entirely sure. But I'm not complaining; it's grand to not be hungry all the fucking time.
Call me backwards, but dinner was oatmeal and some of that awesome ricotta. Not together, that's just on the edge of gross. Separately but at the same meal.
Oatmeal has been one of my favorites for longer than I can remember, though it's only in the past few years that I've started making it from scratch instead of from the packets. Sometimes I do miss the packets, though. Especially the ones that had the dinosaur eggs.
Made at home tastes good enough to kick the prepared stuff's ass the whole way across the country, so that's one argument solved before it even got started. This time it was rolled oats, some of the milk supply, a couple tablespoons of sugar, a spoon of honey, some chopped up strawberries, and the last of the raspberry compote with some cinnamon sprinkled on top. By the time it was done the day had begun cooling off, so I was able to enjoy it without sweating halfway to death.
Then while the stove ring was still hot I made more compote with the remainder of the strawberries, which weren't looking too fresh. Note to self: buy berries either to eat the same day or make into compote. End of story.
I've got a craving for red meat (which is fucking weird, I barely eat it) and considering how much of my thought process has gone into things that are more fat or sugar than substance, something is definitely going on in the body. I've eaten when I'm hungry and stopped when I'm full but even at the end of a meal my brain is still all about meat, chips, ice cream, etc.
Despite that craving for energy dense foods, I haven't felt droopy or tired at all aside of the heat doing it. Whenever I don't feel like crawling right out of my skin, I feel ready to bounce off the fucking walls. It's only when the mercury rises that I've been sloth-like. It takes more than two data points to draw a conclusion, so I'm reserving judgment, but I like the way this is going.
At the end of the day things are still looking up.
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