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magidYesterday 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...
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...