When? he asked. When does middle age end and old age begin?

"When" he asked, " when does middle age end and old age begin?"

It took awhile to recover from his question.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

2017-02-27 Day 2

Monday


clementine
2 eggs scrambled in coconut oil
cherry tomatoes
3 slices of smoked turkey
potato






chai
clementine
chicken
small salad with strawberries  and pecans
oil and vinegar


cashews
applesauce
pineapple

chicken
Roasted Brussels Sprouts with Sweet Potatoes and Balsamic Drizzle
homemade mayonnaise
Cukes, snow peas, tomatoes

#whole 30
It was an oily day.
I may have made proper mayo before but I cannot recall. Today I made it and failed. That's 10 ounces of oil I'll be dowsing my salad with for the next week  or two. It looks ugly but tastes fine and it is a pleasant change from oil and vinegar.
I made clarified butter earlier int he day and used it for the Brussels and Sweets. It seemed awfully extravagant to coat my veg in it  but  the dish tasted wonderful.

After tasting coffee with coconut milk yesterday morning... I wandered the kitchen this morning wondering how to begin my day. In the end before I headed out I remembered masala chai and was pleased to find how well the flavour holds up without milk.

Day 3 is rumoured to be a difficult one but I'm hoping with my soft start on Friday and Saturday that perhaps I'm already past it.

Onward!


Sunday, February 26, 2017

2017.02.26 Day 1


Sunday food

2 cups of pepermint tea
2 eggs scrambled in olive oil
1/4 avocado
a few cashews

2 chocolate coffee bears

clementine
pecans

salad with pecans and strawberries, oil and vinegar dressing

rotisserie chicken
pineapple and strawberries
2 dates


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Dying

It's not something I fear. 
A lingering painful death- absolutely something I fear when I think about it, but I seldom do. 

Any yet here I am on the downhill slide and death is rearing it's head around me. An acquaintance invited me to be participate in a 13 day  Death Awareness Primer. I declined. A friend has asked me to be her executrix. I accepted. The reasons  for these decisions are very personal. In the first situation I feel no need to prepare for death. Emotionally I need no preparation, spiritually I need no help. For me it is over  and this is one trip I don't need to pack for! In the second instance while my acceptance is dispassionate my reaction is fueled by love and admiration.

My friend of many decades is a woman of some small means. She has built a company and her wealth and she has a legacy to leave. She lives her life as a single person. That she has asked me to ensure her  kindness and contribution is remembered is an honour I gladly accept. That I can provide her with comfort  knowing her final wishes will be respected is a small gift that I can give to her and it makes me happy to know I can so easily do this.

More deadly thoughts soon.