A weekday, my turn to cook!
So, today I rummaged through the cupboard and found part of a package of rice/quinoa pasta. I cooked it according to the package directions. That was a start. What next? I found a tin of low-sodium, low-cholesterol cream of mushroom soup, hanging around in the cupboard. I also rummaged up a can of flaked tuna, preserved in water. At the back of a bottom cupboard I dragged out the slow cooker. The pasta was drained and added, the cans were opened and added. Feeling lazy, I added garlic granules, dehydrated onion flakes, lemon juice, and a little bit of brown sugar. When it was all mixed together, on went the lid, and tonight I’ll find out how it turns out. The worst that can happen is that Attila hates it, and will only eat it for one meal, which would mean I would be eating the leftovers myself. This is a possibility I keep in mind when I am making up recipes.
Attila does not like deviation from “traditional” recipes. He would not consider today’s offering as a Tuna Noodle Casserole. I will rename the effort, calling it Quinoa Casserole, hopefully eliminating the expectations that the title Tuna Noodle Casserole evokes.
Attila eats at least two meals every evening. He eats about five times more than I do, sometimes more. If he doesn’t consume that much food, he begins to lose weight. Eating my meagre rations, if I eat even a little bit more, I gain weight. If I eat a lot less, my weight is maintained. If I eat less than would sustain health, I lose a little bit of weight, very slowly. My BMI is not what is should be, so I try to eat as little as possible and still maintain health… it is tricky, and I’ve been unsuccessful in losing the stubborn 15-20 pounds that really need to come off. I think I would appreciate this metabolic efficiency during a famine, but it isn’t doing me any favours under present conditions.
Date: 12:00 PM EDT Wednesday 14 March 2018
Condition: Light Snow
Pressure: 100.0 kPa
Dew point: -1.8°C
Wind: NW 19 km/h
Wind Chill: -6
Visibility: 2 km
“No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar.”