Mr.Q is out of town for a few days on a business trip. Now, yes, I miss him and blah blah blah, but that’s not what this is about.
For the 6 days he’s away, I can eat whatever I want.
I don’t have to worry about any food allergies or food intolerances and can prepare meals with near reckless abandon. Yeast? Bring it on. Dairy? The more the merrier. Corn? It’ll be just me and Orville, baby. Raw fruits and vegetables? With every meal. I am still blown away by the numbers of foods that contain yeast extract, whey powder and corn starch, never mind confused by their necessity. Are they only filler? Does their use save the company money? Do any of these items add required flavour, texture or some unqualifiable pizazz? Regardless, their rampant use seriously impinges on the ease of purchasing anything resembling a variety of groceries.
In days gone by, Mr.Q’s absence would have been the prime opportunity to order out but, now deprived for so long, I find myself unable to contemplate pizza or [almost] any other fast food. And ordering Chinese or Thai food for one is rather difficult to do from our nearby restaurants since, even taking into account lunch left overs, I have to order too much to meet the take-out minimums. And the styrofoam containers in the fridge upon Mr.Q’s return will only bring him down.
But I’ll be very happy with scads of dairy, a smattering of corn products and the sheer freedom of not having to read each and every label once before buying, and again before cooking. While I will, of course, miss him, [particularly at 6:30am when the dog wants out] Mr.Q’s business trip has become my own little dietary vacation. And, after recent phone calls to his hotel in which his half the conversation was under the influence of a few after-work rum & cokes and involved tales of his gambling, I won’t feel too bad about it at all.