‘I ran out of bananas and apples’, I remembered last night, as I walked out of my house to go to Laurieston pub.
I think for a minute about how this affects my breakfast, then continue walking to meet friends under the cherry lady painting.
I find it hard to wake up today.
I am daunted by the idea of getting up, I’m out of bananas and apples, without them, I wouldn’t know what to put in my porridge. I find it very hard to wake up if I know my breakfast or lunch is not sorted already, I have a very get so go, in the morning.
I call S hoping talking on phone would wake me up, S is in a meeting, S is sorry.
I decide to take it slow, and wake up with the sun. There’s a bowl next to my bed from my midnight craving of the curry I cooked.
I walk to the fridge in my star pyjama and socks, to find a half cut apple on the top shelf, my day’s fine, must be the luck from the stars.
Half oat milk, half water, pear, apple, nuts, dried fruits and honey
It’s even better today than yesterday.
Yesterday’s was sour, and soggy, and I blamed the pear.
I’ve always been picky about pears, I don’t mind the ones we get in Glasgow so much. But in Delhi they have crunchier ones, which I can never imagine liking.
But today, turns out I didn’t mind it in the porridge, so yesterday it wasn’t the pear to be blamed, it was the lack of sweetness from not using the apples. (Honey couldn’t fill the gap by itself, I want fruity sweetness)
Breakfast used to be the most difficult meal for me, I never ate it, just drank coffee and went out.
Paranthas, eggs, Dalia, Poha, there were always salty meals for breakfast growing up.
It took my 26 years, to learn that I want something sweet when I wake up. It was also when I learnt me wanting to eat something at some point is not my stubbornness. So, I give way to intuition in eating.
I pack my lunch, and prepare coffee in my keep cup as I am taking the train today.
And then I sit in my room, hugging my heater and drinking the coffee.
I miss the train, and wait in my room for the one scheduled in 13 mins.
The good thing about running out of fruits on a Monday night is that I can get some fruits at the fruit and veg market near my studio, as the vendors only come on Tuesday, and maybe Thursday.
No data connection in the train meant, my head had space to make the plan to buy fruits on my way to the studio.
I go for the clementines, I only do this when the sun is out.
I love all the fruit stacks.
And
I love these patterned plastic wear for food.
12:10
I eat my customary morning snack, cashew, almond, fox nuts roasted in ghee and salt. My mother and nani prepared two box fulls for me before I took my flight to Glasgow last month. There’s a lot of ghee in them, i.e a lot of love from my Punjabi mother.
1:40, I go down to the kitchen to warm my food. I can smell some food that was just warmed by someone else there, I try guessing it, maybe some bread, or, pizza? I can’t. And then I see some rice on the shelf! Some kind of Fried rice it is.
I’m v interested to know things like this, maybe that tells you something about me.
For lunch, I have palak paneer cooked last night and being consumed a third time now. I had some Paneer left from the weekend, I bought spinach to cook with it, and with onion, tomato, ginger-garlic, and a lot of cashew paste.
I really enjoy the texture, smooth, leafy, mushy, with the big paneer chunks, it’s also lots of fun to eat rice so green with palak now.
I think about 2 more portions I have remaining as I cooked a lot, hopefully my flatmate would like to eat it as well so that I come out of this as such a good person.
It filled me, and made me very sleepy.
0/10 recommend for studio food.
10/10 recommend for sleeping food.
My eyes are closing.
I follow by arranging a lady grey tea with zesty orange for myself, and realise the sun really affected me with the orange energy today.
I go for a clementine.
On my way home I stop by Sainsbury to get beetroot to use it tonight
Tonight’s and Tomorrow’s, for me and my friend A xx
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