Food the Brits have that America doesn't

What? Marmite?

 

It's easy to be dismissive about food because there are so many habits and disorders, and legitimate health issues and weight gain. I think food is one of the really powerful ways we remind ourselves who we are, or even remind our circadian rhythm what time it is.

Sometimes when I feel really lost, the cup of coffee isn't going to center me. It's chocolate cake, or meatloaf, or sourdough toast... It doesn't matter if I take one bite or eat until the refrigerator shelves are empty. The reality of eating reminds me which year it is, that I didn't do anything wrong, that I don't do drugs anymore, and that spirituality is part of my life.

 

Well what a heart-rending post Soul.

 

If you cook, shouldn't someone else do the dishes?? I'm in my room all the time (literally) and I tell my mom, "text me to do the dishes", but she likes doing them. I think that's how she centers...

 

I have a dishwasher.
But my husband usually does the pots.

 

Absolutely - spread liberally on slices of cheese slapped between two slices of buttered bread.

 

Would be nice to have someone do the dishes, but I live alone, so not oly do I have to do all the preparation and cooking, I'm also responsible for the washing, wiping and putting away again afterwards !!!

 

there is a malt factory in town called great western malting, by the railroad yard, and every time i ride by there on a weekday when they're fully operating, the air around the place smells like mcvittie's digestives. really ought to get some next time i'm at fred's

so then i go up the street about a quarter mile past norpac and around the corner by the west vancouver sewage treatment, and the delicious malty smell suddenly turns into young's bay (between astoria and warrenton, Or) at low tide

 

There is something tempting about the smell of malt. X

 

rode past there last tuesday when they were open. the smell of the malt out in the street was damn near intoxicating, it was wonderful

then turned to dill pickles as i rounded the corner by norpac heading towards the sewage facility, which was surprisingly non-stinky that day. i love dill pickles and can eat large amounts of them when unsupervised.

 

that's me too. and for me, the benefits of not being distracted from what i wish to focus my mind on outweigh the deficits. company is find occasionally, but i'm really glad not to have to live with anyone all the time.