Living on the bakery is a lifestyle that is distinct to any other. It's free and strange and unexpected and wild and beautiful. It's eye opening and educational and intense.
It is radically different from what my life looked like just over 6 months ago.
Food being the center of life, most specifically our lives here, it develops itself in a variety of interesting ways whether is consumption, conversation, or
In living here, I've noticed a variety of interesting this about my diet. To name a few :
-reintroduction to meat
-more fermented foods
-new foods / dishes (to me)
-some mysterious, forgotten experiment found in the back of any number of refrigerators
-whether is around
While talking to my friend / coworker Catelyn about the many aspects of living and working in the same place, she mentioned the concept of someone who live/works at the bakery to document the food they eat on a day to day basis as well as their physical state.
I've been thinking a lot over the past few weeks about the body (mine in particular, as it is the only one I can hope to understand) and how each action effects parts of our body. Not the just the food we eat, but the way we move. (See future post entitled "Knee Pain" for further elaboration).
Today (yesterday technically) seems like a good day to start for many reason. It's Monday. I ate (and slept) strangely today.
So here's what Monday looked like :
-cooked carrots, parsnips, and potatoes leftover from the night before (cold, sat out on my bookshelf overnight) with a slice of Potato Herb bread
-1 small apple and some pretzels
-2 eggs, fried (on a hot plate in the living room) and some kraut
-stale Potato Herb bread and Sourdough Rye found in the truck from market, amount incalculable
-mint ice cream taste
-misc. food at potluck (rice, beans, salad, fish, and pie), plate piled high
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