Category Archives: Food

Lucky Number

Deciding that I’d want some mushroom soupfor dinner on a wet December night,I caught a bus to ride a market loop,to buy ingredients to cook it right.Securing broth and fungi, I was quitedelighted to attain by smartphone appthe lucky-numbered bus … Continue reading

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Square Meal

I chopped and cooked a square meal yesterday.It’s actually enough to serve for four.The sky invited me – it glowered grayand hung the intimation it could pour.No task or errand lured my feet awayfrom making food that’s suitable to store.I … Continue reading

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Pattern Change

When I was young, and even in my prime,I escalated eating with the day.No breakfast, little lunch – by dinnertimemy appetite would rarely go away.The calories reserved did not allaymy hunger – so I munched and added weight.But now I’m … Continue reading

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3 Cup Limit

I really don’t mind exiting at 10to walk an hour to a heated bed,where facial lotions will be stroked and whenmy body will relax from toes to head.There’s time enough before I leave my dento read and post and stretch … Continue reading

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Sticky Temptation

I’m not hungry, buthere are two ripe nectarines:sticky temptation.

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Snicks

We made the cookies early Saturday.Participants were two years old and six.They measured solids carefully the waywe read, while I creamed sugar with the sticksof butter, to the texture of wet clay.Our bowl soon held a yummy perfect mixwe rolled … Continue reading

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Seltzer

I wasn’t far from home, but to my tonguethe water didn’t taste as clean to me.I carbonated it the same, gas sprungfrom cannister familiarity.And tap water’s as excellent amongthe SF Bay municipalityas EBMUD gives. Perhaps my filter doesprovide? At home … Continue reading

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No Salt Halt

Of late my lower legs are feeling tight.They look okay but skin is stretched a bit.Am I retaining water? My delightis salty food and I don’t plan to quit(at least not yet). It’s age that I indict –my snacking may … Continue reading

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It’s Too Late

I taught a roommate how to binge on foodwhen I was 17. We walked aroundand cycled flavors with an attitudethat we’d amend our ways and diet soon.As old as 58, I even skewedto overeat once more before a shiftto moderation, … Continue reading

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Plane Snax

So used to mini-pretzels and the sweetof Netherlands, they gave me a surprise –a choice of little packages, completewith popcorn or new crackers met my eyes.I chose two crisps of quinoa snack to eat.They weren’t bad, and though I don’t … Continue reading

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