11 August Thursday

I imagine that one of the most unfortunate things about being wealthy is that the world can bend to one’s every whim. There is no sense of relationship with a world that sometimes requires its inhabitants to change behaviors or make different choices. For instance, I imagine there are many people who are not thinking about the contents of the fridge the day they leave on vacation. Most people must. I must contemplate the contents of my kitchen to imagine what I can eat and invent to make the most of these ingredients. The rich eat the same things over and over. A world without necessity is a world without invention, seems. So, what’s cooking?

In my refrigerator at present, I have half an onion, six cremini mushrooms, one egg, half a container of buttermilk, a little regular milk, a few fresh herbs, three carrots, and that’s it. Also, that stub of bread, an avocado, and some granola. It actually sounds like a day’s eating. For breakfast: I’ll make a teeny omelette- mushrooms, herbs, egg, and toast. Perhaps some granola on the side. For lunch, a final swap at the tuna salad with a little granola for dessert. For dinner??? Granola with carrots and onion on top with tuna salad, drowning in buttermilk.

Yes, I’m right. Being of limited means is really a joy.