Another Damn Food Blog

Week 7 Recap – Getting Back on Track
was a delightful week, food wise. My love affair with black market eggs continues. Fresh from the chickens butt, exceedingly poachable, no breakdown of albumin into that watery goo, and overall beautiful. They are a little on the expensive side, though, at $0.50 each, but so worth it. I should do an egg poaching video.
Spring is Coming. Pardon the mess.
They’re very good at hiding these areas. They are all in the lowlands and it doesn’t take much moisture to turn them back into full fledged swamps again, which is nice because I get tons of wildlife to look out while out walking. Snakes, all manner of snakes, turtles, waterfowl, rabbits, armadillos, squirrels, can’t get away from those little bastards, lots of deer and even some bobcats.
Week 6 – Monitor and Control
Thanks to “The Stall”, I took more than a couple days off; the entire week actually. Here’s how it happened. I grabbed things and put them in my face hole. No. That’s not it. I was focused on “The Stall” and at my irritation with it showing up the way it did. Knowing it was coming was one thing, but it threw off my schedule and plan and that’s the sort of thing that just makes me crazy.
Week 5 Wrap Up – The Stall has Arrived
I already feel like one of those ducks used for foie gras. Eating should be about pleasure or sustenance. I should be voluntary. Eating those tacos like I did just felt like “sin”. Excess for the sake of being excessive. Not to mention the cow that gave its face for me to have those tacos.
Week 4 Recap – Yikes!
It’s cool. I’m not panicking. I expected this, however not this soon. I have to assume my lack of progress this week is related to the massive amount of weight I moved during Covid. Based on consumption and movement, I should have lost 3.3 lbs. Instead, here I am, having only lost 1.4.
Utility Chicken and Other Staples
It’s February 2nd, 2024. Groundhog Day and the weekend is approaching. According to the resources in my garage freezer, I have two 8-ounce portions of utility chicken left which means, two things. First, I have to make more utility chicken. Woo. I hate making utility chicken. Particularly without the benefit of beer to aid me. Second, I finally have a way to address utility chicken on this Blog. I mean I mention it often enough.