The creative life requires food. As a solo oldie I eat intuitively. Mostly good food, pretty food, quick food eaten alone at home. This is the food that nobody else sees, so I thought you might be interested in what I’ve eaten over the last two days. I’m interested too, as every meal is a random compilation of whatever happens to be in the fridge. Usually I decide what to eat on the second last stair as I hurry downstairs from my office to the kitchen.
By the way, I’m seriously lucky to have my own teeth and have no age-related changes that affect my eating.
Like you, I have more than enough information about food values and the immense value of food with less meat and more fruit, veges and whole grains. (It’s impossible not to know.) But that’s second nature now, just a habit when I’m food-shopping. If you live and work alone at home and there’s not much processed food in the house, you can’t help having colourful and healthy meals. My meals are not a “diet” — horrible word. They are meals. And given that basis, my meals and snacks are yummy and not consciously, purposefully constructed on nutrition.
Pretty breakfasts are tweaked, not changed
It’s comforting to find a breakfast you love and just stick to it, don’t you think? Mine is two or three fruits chopped up, with yoghurt, granola and milk keffir, plus small glass of kombucha. The keffir and kombucha are home made: I tried them long ago for health reasons and carried on because they are yummy. I forgot to take a photo but it’s always a very pretty meal.
Shiny spinach with a dash of fish sauce. Mushrooms braised with a dash of cream. On fabulous sourdough ryebread, which was kind of overpowering so I ate it separately.
Disgusting after-lunch snack for a greedy oldie
Tim Tams were on special and I greedily ate two. Here they are garnished with the disgustingly rich and stiff coconut cream, left over from the night before. And coffee, but how many cups of coffee do you want to see? I have about three most days, some of them decaff.
Last night’s solo oldie’s dinner
So last night I made a quick fish soup with the remains of the stiff coconut cream (much diluted), potato, hoki, laksa powder (because I’d run out of red curry paste), and half a tin of chopped tomatoes. Salad was cos lettuce, daikon, carrot and mandarin. Yummy.
Post-pilates snack for an old person
Here I am at my desk, back from an early swim and Pilates class, hungry as usual. So it’s more of that sourdough rye bread, this time nicely matched to bland avocado. Notice the Japanese cup? It tells the truth: “SIP, SIP, YUMMY!
What I’m working on
I see that you noticed notes on my desk. On top, scribbled on an old envelope, notes about the difference between environmental economics and ecological economics. Why? My big job this week is rejigging the script of my play, The Secret Lives of Extremely Old People. (By the way, I am old but not extremely old.) One character, 90 years old, is an economist who got his PhD in 1958, when Keynesian theory ruled in Cambridge. He’s gamely examining mainstream theories in the light of climate crisis. Also you might have noticed the lyrics for Aloha ‘Oe, a lovely Hawaiian dance that our group is learning.
Below, as another insight into my creative life, is the other side of the desk. More notes on various strands of economics. An orange marker for my diary, to mark dates for AirBnB guests. A bit of a calculator for working out the budget for The Secret Lives of Extremely Old People. Oh yes, a notice from the hospital about an appointment.
What a mess! Now I have to go hard at the writing for the next four hours. Then the notes will be torn up as litter for my cat. Who may have a creative life, but it is certainly not visible to the naked eye.
Enjoy your day. Enjoy your food!Follow Write Into Life