Some days I do well and eat reasonably, which means smaller quantities of uninteresting foods with all the good stuff metered out in niggardly portions like slices of butter so thin they’re translucent, salt apportioned by the grain, 1 damn % milk, no sugar on nothing, potatoes only on special occasions and then not enough of ’em, etc.
And then I’ll snap.
Like the other day I’m in Safeway and passing thru the strait between the chocolate puddings and the Eagle Brand, and my cart was tossed in the currents and brushed the cliffs to starboard, leaving it still aisleworthy but causing a six-serving size box of Jello Original Cook and Serve Chocolate Pudding® (not that Instant swill) to become entangled in the rigging.
And once it’s in the cart you have to take it home with you.
And of course it sat radioactively in the pantry for only one day before I cooked it, adding an ounce of grated Scharffen Berger 99% chocolate, a tablespoon of sugar, and two tablespoons of butter (to compensate for that 1% milk).
And poured the six portions into bowls, cooled them to room temperature on the dining room floor (to save energy), chilled them in the refrigerator, ate them by spaced small spoonfuls over the next six hours, and retired somewhat dyspeptic.
Well, see, our rainy season has started, so I need to store up some energy to get through it.
And I look down and notice, yes I have.
On the other hand, these stairs are looking good with the winter sun in coming in sideways:
