distilled random entry

Malvolio's yellow summer squashes
cucumber a military zone

the two story conference in the birds
a flock of Mayor Menino
with storks on us

the mostly carpets with parsley
with light dancing over the intensely dark leaves
no deer in Print

the strange actress who are Not decapitating anyone local
Or eye patch women
until the fool was mostly grassy shore
after all the little people's brain's available

dadadodo...

Hungry

Yesterday was sheva-asar b'Tammuz (lit, "17th of Tammuz"), a 'short' fast day (ie dawn to dusk, which is plenty long enough this time of year, thank you.). I wasn't eating or drinking yesterday. I'm lucky enough to fast pretty well, usually. I get a bit cranky, and tired, and muzzy-brained, but nothing serious.

However, I hadn't planned well on Wednesday, hadn't drunk nearly enough water (the food doesn't seem to matter so much). So yesterday was a bit harder than usual. Happily, as I was looking at the clock for the nth time and realizing I still had hours to go before I ate, hours to go before I ate, I got a call from a friend, which not only distracted me until the fast was over, but included some Jewish calendar geekery as well. I ate, I drank, things felt better.

Somehow, though, this morning, none of the food I had around the apartment was all that appealing. There seemed to be nothing to take to work, after I'd eaten the last few mouthfuls of pasta early in the morning. So I brought nothing, knowing I was being stupid. And I sit here, hungry, fighting off an intermittent headache, wanting to be home and cooking something I want to eat. (What? flatbreads, perhaps topped with herbs, or sliced tomatoes. Or finally try that tomato-biscuit 'pizza' recipe from Home Cooking. Or a biscuit-topped-with-fruit thing. Or try roasting slices of nectarines with a bit of butter/marge and brown sugar. Or sauteed greens and onions and tofu. Or...)

Thank goodness I'm leaving work soon...