Home of the Wanderer

Breakfast, solo, was duck oatmeal, this time prepared with the glaze reduced from an already highly concentrated duck broth.

I simply postponed, and then skipped, lunch - first thinking I would eat soon (and that I was getting a lot done), then that I was eating soon anyway (an that I ought to wait). I ran a bunch of errands, including a trip to New Seasons, where I had a bite of a bagel from the “solutions” counter (which might, as it turns out, have contained eggs). Once home, I threw together a batch of my latest favorite flavor of Happiness(tm) Chocolate (which I think I’ll call “Brut”), and set to cleaning the place. My house was much more ready for company by the time I ran out the door.

Dinner, with my friend Maren, was an “Incan Bowl” at Blossoming Lotus: quinoa, beans, steamed kale, and sweet ginger sauce with tempeh and avocado. We bumped into Andy and Donna, too.

Dessert with Maren and Alexis was a ramekin each of vanilla coconut bliss and Brut Happiness(tm) chocolate.

I’m really very hungry. This is way too late to be eating lunch without having a snack. And so I’m glad to have this sandwich in front of me. It’s called a Kerouac: turkey bacon avocado, with lettuce and tomato. I got mustard in place of mayo, because they’ve no Vegenaise here. And a salad in place of chips, because really, do I need chips? No. Do I need salad? Yes.

Eaten while re-writing my essay on relationships, which I hope to submit for publication in the QUIP book at the end of February.