eating less now
than during the last twelve months while losing 40 pounds...
there's no hunger, but an appetite regained...
an appetite for potatoes and fresh bread
in both, my father is the model: he always ate his potatoes, not more than two,
less or more;
now on the bread he liked to bake it himself, but it was not worth it
for the one or two slices he would eat
and over the years, I was sometimes 'for month' on a breadless diet...
now I crave for fresh bread: I got flour and and the rest
and started a tiny loaf and another one made of rye flour
a slice or two wrapped in slices of Swiss cheese that I can get here
at a tourist price
I don't have enough of a plot to grow my own grain,
the tomatoes are still green
nights are already cold, down to 12-13-16 degrees Celsius
my August moon is not as hot as it used to be (last century)
the bag of oats never eaten, will serve as mulch
yes, against all my home rules, I 'baked' some meatloaf with extra lean meat,
added a chopped up onion, tiny bit of sea salt some spice, two eggs, a dried out bun
and had to add some flour - and baked the works at 350F ...
at 2 am I had a small feast...
as 'big' as the tiny loaf of bread, it will last all week... pending my appetite
this is my first bread-baking since university days in Tucson... last century
Here, the bought bread, frozen factory stuff and chemical laboratory enhanced,
no matter what 'name' is attached,
was so catastrophic that it didn't do one bit to keep my appetite alive...
and since I like variety and change of spice to feed my unpredictable appetite
from day to day, and into the night and overnight
this seems to be much better going forward into the winter month
which starts with me as soon as temperatures are below 18C
like tonight...