It’s almost 6 pm. I really should figure something out for dinner. It’s a solo dinner tonight. I’m alone. Kevin has gone to Vancouver to see his brother who’s in Vancouver for this week and Sean is at work.

I’ve noticed that as soon as there’s no obligation/responsibility to make a meal or to join in with a dinner that Kevin has made, I just drift in to it as an afterthought. I’ve been puttering on this blog, working on some editing on my memoir, and generally lost in my keyboard. That being said, the afterthought is moving to the forefront of my thinking as I get hungrier and feel more hollow.

I think it will be a big bunch of our garden’s prolific arugula with some garlic, olive oil and a bit of cheese. Maybe toss it all on some brown rice and chop up some of that salami for a protein fix. Sounds reasonable and comes with an easy clean-up plan.  

Speaking of bountiful food, I just finished reading City of Thieves by David Benioff and quite literally laughed and cried when I read the last sentences. Was that ending too neatly bracketed? I don’t care. It worked for me.

The book is set in Russia during the seige by the Nazis and the starving citizens are left to eat the horse-glue of book bindings, sweet dirt from the floor of a defunct sugar factory and some of the citizenry is making meat patties of the endless dead. Some of the scenes are not particularly pleasant, especially when I know that most of this fiction is based on the harsh facts of that time.

It’s a sweeping story that doesn’t always create the emotional connection I’d want, but is certainly one of the more riveting a tales I’ve paged through in the last while. But it reminded me again of how much food and material luxury we enjoy. 

And tomorrow we’re going to add to that bounty when we pick up our brand-new chickens.  Stay tuned for ‘breaking’ news.