I’m finding it all highly amusing, and will continue to share/to spread the love.
Thanks WendyD… I’ve gotten used to the limited choices, but my feelings will always be peaks and troughs about it all and the allergy in general.
They are not a cross… now that would be giving them a position of importance, wouldn’t it. Emotional triggering is such a simple and very basic transparent tactic… again, amusing at best.
Had the window of energy opportunity for a bit of presentation today… arranged griddled aubergine and carrots, a stacked duo of pan-fried steak medallions and wings… the braised lettuce was thrown on top after due to my waning interest in constructing the composition being replaced with the need to eat.
Salisbury steaks, Brussel sprouts baked in butter, garlic, black pepper with a pinch of salt, and a baked potato to sop up the brown gravy for Mictlan. This was my first time preparing fresh Brussel sprouts, a bit of therapy to be had in peeling off the wilted layers.
Cholesterol without any highly redeemable qualities. Biscuits with sausage and gravy, scrambled eggs with onions and cheese. The protein doesn’t make up for the health dings, will the taste then? No? Okay, a few of the yolks will not be included.
I’m on the road… on a coach to Wales… the first thing I’m going to do when I reach is eat… a curry, steak or chicken n chips, something, anything… I’m starving.
Do you even care about the animals who were slaughtered for you?
That’s actually a serious question, not meant to insult you. Has the thought actually crossed your mine ever, or do you just see the dead carcass and not make the connection that it is a dead-carcass that an animal actually died, and was also locked in a cage for years of misery and sensory deprivation.
No dinner. On fast for at least a week or maybe two. Except some juice. My daughter has oranges in her yard, she will let me pick some. I am doing it to punish myself for loosing, I feel super bad about it.
I have done it before, thirty years ago I can do it again.