With the fridge on the blink and no hot meals at work I’ve been eating way too many baguettes. My waistline is complaining. I decided to take myself in hand. After all, in NZ I was a gym bunny, kickboxer and kale smoothie drinker. Somehow in France my diet has switched to cheese, baguette, steak tartar, and full meals with butter and cream base. Plus those damn patisseries do the most delicious cream donuts and custard squares.
No. I am not going to focus on the existential angst that is daily COVID conversation and isolation. I am using this lockdown as an opportunity to reset. My apartment is so virtuously clean the Mother Mary would be impressed. I am on Day 7 of a Deepak Chopra abundance online meditation group where I am experiencing higher consciousness – well more often than before. Sort of.
Even the cat will be part of the new regime. So far she is not so enamoured with her teaspoon of paraffin oil on her meat to help her bowels. Nor does she like going for a walk on her lead with me. Of course I look like a total gimpwoddle walking a cat on a lead, but the frenchies just politely smile.
Anyhow today I thought I’d make gluten-free bread with 43 varieties of nuts and seeds. Plus muffins with grated beetroot, shaved tree bark and strained dandelion. It will be cleansing and energy giving.
Off to the supermarket and there were approximately 3 out of the 27 ingredients needed available. Not a chia seed in sight. No one was panic-buying them, they just didn’t exist. The best I could do was lentil and cauliflower to make dhal. The cat gave me a smug look, daring me to eat more dhal for my bowels.
Thank God the patisserie was open. I grabbed a baguette and a really sublime large macaron filled with fresh raspberries and cream. I congratulated myself for my fruit intake. Reminded myself that I also have all the ingredients for cinnamon scrolls. This is going to be a long lockdown.
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