- a large bowl of porridge with assorted seeds, fruits, and quince jelly
- four mandarins
- one pear
- two prunes
- two little almond biscuits made (by me) with rose water and no flour
- two pieces of Vogel's toast with homemade (not by me) tomato & basil pesto (to die for)
- a bowl of popcorn flavoured with flaxseed oil and flaked yeast
- a glass of grape juice
- the last piece of chocolate covered ginger.
Right now it is 12.45pm which is still theoretically lunchtime, a theory that my appetite is in full agreement with, even though the toast, popcorn and most of the fruit were consumed in the last hour. I'm pretty sure that what I really want to eat are M&Ms but the nearest are about 30kms away. I've tried distracting myself with work, which is going pretty well, with a walk to visit the nice horse next door who spat out the piece of carrot I gave it and with planting basil seedlings in my little garden. Nope, I want M&Ms.
There is chocolate in the house. Jo left me with most of the bar of heavenly Oxfam dark fondant (has anyone else noticed that politically correct chocolate tastes the best?). Spectacular as the smokey, rich flavour is, it's not calling to me but I may eat some anyway, just to distract from the compelling thought of crunching on those little colourful candy-coated pellets of compound 'chocolate' grown and harvested by slaves and dilluted almost beyond recognition by sugar and milk solids.
By the way, from tomorrow I am taking a little holiday from blogging, just until Thursday. Bye til then.