It's been 2 weeks since I updated anyone, for numerous reasons.
One is the presence of guests up from Texas; they're lovely guys but I've got... performance issues. It feels stupid. They've got no room to judge me for what I eat, of all things, or how I make it or anything like that. I don't think they would. But that doesn't make the fear any less.
The other big issue is the heat. In the past couple of days things have settled down in that respect so I've been more willing to cook. I haven't done much of it between the performance issues and the kitchen being dirty. But a little is better than nothing.
My made up tomato-bean soup was compared to what Andre and Lupe referred to as heaven, so that's good. French toast with jam was declared just as good. Maybe I'll have the guts to keep cooking and experimenting.
I've been keeping within the limitations of rationing easily. Admittedly a lot of that is David and I taking the guests out to eat, and a shameful amount of takeaway. But wasn't that part of what happened back in the War when it could be afforded? Or at least I definitely would.
Generally I've been eating things that would have been available in Britain or America back then, or at least the ingredients would have been available. Except for the Oreo stack I weakened and had this Tuesday past. There's no way in hell that delicious confection could have been known to mankind back then.
And okay, guacamole and corn chips didn't really exist in that particular place and time. I'm not even sure if anything worth calling by those names exists in that place even now. But I shared that and all the other toppings with a friend and it was a night out so I refuse to let myself feel bad.
Basically I kind of fell off the bicycle. Twice. I'll admit I'm disappointed with myself, but tomorrow I'll pull myself up by my boot straps and start anew, unencumbered by today's nonsense. No sense in punishing myself.
There are some apples, peaches, and weird combo fruits in the fridge. That'll help in the morning when I wake up hungry. It's not like I have any bread to eat with it because I ate the whole baguette with butter tonight, on a little over 40mg THC running through my veins. I don't regret it at all.
I haven't been using much milk like has become usual but then I remembered the existence of chocolate milk. My whole allowance disappeared in 2 days. Oops? Better than regular chocolate, which I just haven't been feeling.
No seriously. I went to the grocery before the edibles hit and the only things that sounded appealing were fruit, cucumber, baked chicken breast, and buttered french bread. I walked down the ice cream and beverages aisles. Looked at the bakery selection. Took a gander at the candy. And none of it sounded good, no matter how I looked at it and considered it.
When I think about it, that's a good change. It's healthier to crave fruit and vegetables and such, though not so much the bread and butter. Logically I'm grateful to myself.
At the same time it's mystifying. Before this experiment I did crave candy, cake, chips when I was stoned. And it was all fucking delicious. The change from the expected to... craving fruit and healthy stuff is deeply unsettling, even in this ridiculous situation. Or maybe because it's ridiculous.
This needs more testing. Maybe just not under quite so much THC; this is way too much.
Signing off for the night. Or the week. But I will be back!
One is the presence of guests up from Texas; they're lovely guys but I've got... performance issues. It feels stupid. They've got no room to judge me for what I eat, of all things, or how I make it or anything like that. I don't think they would. But that doesn't make the fear any less.
The other big issue is the heat. In the past couple of days things have settled down in that respect so I've been more willing to cook. I haven't done much of it between the performance issues and the kitchen being dirty. But a little is better than nothing.
My made up tomato-bean soup was compared to what Andre and Lupe referred to as heaven, so that's good. French toast with jam was declared just as good. Maybe I'll have the guts to keep cooking and experimenting.
I've been keeping within the limitations of rationing easily. Admittedly a lot of that is David and I taking the guests out to eat, and a shameful amount of takeaway. But wasn't that part of what happened back in the War when it could be afforded? Or at least I definitely would.
Generally I've been eating things that would have been available in Britain or America back then, or at least the ingredients would have been available. Except for the Oreo stack I weakened and had this Tuesday past. There's no way in hell that delicious confection could have been known to mankind back then.
And okay, guacamole and corn chips didn't really exist in that particular place and time. I'm not even sure if anything worth calling by those names exists in that place even now. But I shared that and all the other toppings with a friend and it was a night out so I refuse to let myself feel bad.
Basically I kind of fell off the bicycle. Twice. I'll admit I'm disappointed with myself, but tomorrow I'll pull myself up by my boot straps and start anew, unencumbered by today's nonsense. No sense in punishing myself.
There are some apples, peaches, and weird combo fruits in the fridge. That'll help in the morning when I wake up hungry. It's not like I have any bread to eat with it because I ate the whole baguette with butter tonight, on a little over 40mg THC running through my veins. I don't regret it at all.
I haven't been using much milk like has become usual but then I remembered the existence of chocolate milk. My whole allowance disappeared in 2 days. Oops? Better than regular chocolate, which I just haven't been feeling.
No seriously. I went to the grocery before the edibles hit and the only things that sounded appealing were fruit, cucumber, baked chicken breast, and buttered french bread. I walked down the ice cream and beverages aisles. Looked at the bakery selection. Took a gander at the candy. And none of it sounded good, no matter how I looked at it and considered it.
When I think about it, that's a good change. It's healthier to crave fruit and vegetables and such, though not so much the bread and butter. Logically I'm grateful to myself.
At the same time it's mystifying. Before this experiment I did crave candy, cake, chips when I was stoned. And it was all fucking delicious. The change from the expected to... craving fruit and healthy stuff is deeply unsettling, even in this ridiculous situation. Or maybe because it's ridiculous.
This needs more testing. Maybe just not under quite so much THC; this is way too much.
Signing off for the night. Or the week. But I will be back!
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