When I'm writing, getting hungry is just plain annoying. These days, as I'm trying to get through a seemingly endless (albeit interesting) stream of information, I really can't be bothered to fiddle around in the kitchen, let alone leave my flat for supplies. So, I usually end up eating something cobbled together from various leftovers in the kitchen. This week, I think, I hit an all-time low.
Yesterday I had dried ostrich meat.
OK, so it was biltong from South Africa, brought home (and forgotten) by The Man, but still. What's worse is that I actually mixed the meat with the one remaining egg we had left to scramble. Sounds disgusting but actually, it wasn't too bad.
Today I resorted to toast sprinkled with Worcestershire sauce, since we were sans butter. And then there were the days last week when I plundered the (generic) Bran Flakes, tearing through the large box at the speed of light.
I think I need to get out more.
Oh, dear...LOL
ReplyDeleteI thought I was bad. :)
Next time you're at the store stock up on chocolate. I keep it hidden in my office.
Cheers!
Please ... go to the grocery store. I get a queasy stomach just reading about your recent repasts.
ReplyDeleteIs Worcestershire sauce on toast unique to you or a Brit thing? I don't think you are as big on peanut butter as we are in the States - but have you ever considered jam?
Very, very funny.
Starvation in the midst of plenty...
ReplyDeleteI must admit to hating getting up to use the privy when I'm in the midst of something and on a role, but getting up to eat I'm happy to do.