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My pants are getting a bit looser, even with all of
dawnd's chocolate at hand, and more evening consumption of alcohol (port, Scotch, vodka) than I'm used to in most months, at home. The food here... scrapes, compared to past years.
The HMP weight-loss plan continues... there's bad food here (I had peanut butter again tonight for dinner, had plain spaghetti last night with no sauce (mushrooms)). Bleh. The cook is a guy who does weekend hunting lodges for smaller, all-male, all-carnivore groups. He lacks experience with diversity, either in menus or in customer needs. He can't bake. Frozen bread. No pancakes or biscuits, even... breakfast is always bacon and eggs. Lunch is always canned soup and make-own sandwiches with the same three ingredients laid out. Dinner is usually something canned (stew, chili with beans, spaghetti sauce) with a salad. Day after day. Sometimes the Inuit kitchen assistants will make a dessert... one made my birthday cake. But the cook is clearly far out of his league. And the Franklin expedition perished on Devon Island in the 1840s after lead poisoning due to excessive consumption of canned food...
This annoys me in part because I sent Pascal the names of at least two cooking candidates this spring (including
sarahh), either of whom I'm confident would have done far better. Grr.
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The HMP weight-loss plan continues... there's bad food here (I had peanut butter again tonight for dinner, had plain spaghetti last night with no sauce (mushrooms)). Bleh. The cook is a guy who does weekend hunting lodges for smaller, all-male, all-carnivore groups. He lacks experience with diversity, either in menus or in customer needs. He can't bake. Frozen bread. No pancakes or biscuits, even... breakfast is always bacon and eggs. Lunch is always canned soup and make-own sandwiches with the same three ingredients laid out. Dinner is usually something canned (stew, chili with beans, spaghetti sauce) with a salad. Day after day. Sometimes the Inuit kitchen assistants will make a dessert... one made my birthday cake. But the cook is clearly far out of his league. And the Franklin expedition perished on Devon Island in the 1840s after lead poisoning due to excessive consumption of canned food...
This annoys me in part because I sent Pascal the names of at least two cooking candidates this spring (including
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Date: 2005-07-27 01:22 am (UTC)I wanna come cook for you guys ... it's ... augh! My sympathies on the lousy food situation! Bleah! (hugs)
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Date: 2005-07-27 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-27 01:23 am (UTC)I am really glad to hear that you got a birthday cake. *hug*
I would be happy to feed you, feed you, and feed you when you get home.
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Date: 2005-07-27 01:48 am (UTC)... and I would happily let you feed me. *hug*
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Date: 2005-07-27 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-27 01:28 am (UTC)cheer up--you were bitching about needing to lose weight last year after Spain, so consider this being in training for that. You KNOW how much of Casiano's food you'll eat!!
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Date: 2005-07-27 01:50 am (UTC)We may rent cottages nearby this year in Spain, and cook for ourselves. :)
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Date: 2005-07-27 07:10 am (UTC)*evilly plotting tasty menus*
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Date: 2005-07-27 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-27 03:34 am (UTC)Remember: no wheat, no red meat, no mushrooms.
With your menu, that might leave me with eggs, cheese, and salad.
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Date: 2005-07-27 03:48 am (UTC)