My mid-afternoon meal: let’s set the scene.
It’s storming ferociously outside. Torrential lightning, thunder, downpour, etc. Darkness at 4:15. The narrator and her dog are in the kitchen. Buddy dozes, unimpressed by the impending apocalypse, under the table. The room is muggy, and still hot. It’s been a slow day so far- a morning spent cutting wood to repair someone else’s damaged karma, an afternoon spent recovering from dehydration -incurred during previously mentioned morning activity-while webstalking sister’s boyfriend.
I guess you could say the ingredients for this meal chose themselves.
The narrator took a whole loaf of whole wheat multigrain out of the freezer this morning to thaw, tired of futily sawing at frozen bread. Unbeknownst to her, her roommate had recently done the exact same thing! And, since both narrator and roommate have heard that it’s for some reason bad to refreeze things, it is imperative that they be eating bread with every meal.
A benefit of having all of one’s friends and acquaintances leave town for a whole month is that one ends up with a lot of perishables. Like: broccoli. But since the narrator doesn’t particularly like broccoli and the roommate is currently on the Kill Atkins Bagel Diet, broccoli’s been going kinda yellow. Needed to be eaten today.
Sort of a reward for eating broccoli. The narrator definitely has a thing for pre-sliced pepperoni. It reminds her of her childhood. Micah donated a pack and a half before leaving for Maine, and she’s been snacking on it guiltily and compulsively. But it’s almost gone. Let’s end this.
Oh god, I don’t know how old the mozzarella is. Not new, that’s for sure. Pick out the moldy bits and let’s get a move on.
Feta- purely aesthetic.