27 September 2010, Monday

Odd. For the past three days, I’ve found myself eating less and less. All of the joy has gone out of it. This food is functional, but it’s not beautiful. In a world in which people are hungry, what a luxury (what a sin?) it is to want food that’s beautiful! But I also find myself divorced this week from the social aspects of food, aspects that are far more important than aesthetics—food as emblem of family, community, nation, food as nurture, intimacy, friendship, celebration.

My husband and I are still managing to eat our morning and evening meals together, in spite of having to do a perpetual dance around each other in our tiggy-winkle kitchen as we each make our own breakfasts, our own suppers.

Breakfast

Toast

Peanut butter

Green tea

Colleagues at work asked how things were going.

If I brought in a bottle of homemade wine, would you be able to drink it?

Tempting.

May I share my lunch with you?

Very, very kind of everyone, but technically, this week, I don’t have colleagues.

Lunch

Tuna salad

Macaroni salad

Apple

Green tea

My husband picked me up after work. What could we do that didn’t involve food and drink?

We walked the St. Jacobs antique stores.

Dinner

Spaghetti

Spaghetti sauce

Cayenne pepper

Oregano

Cheese

Green tea

A certain sameness. And I’m getting a headache from too much green tea.