At first, it was about the routine, getting one setup, establishing a sense of normalcy. Now I am searching for a way to add variety, change it up, make it interesting.
I came to this conclusion during my walk.
I am in good mood, the sun is shining and there is energy to my walk. I tackle the imitation hill.
There is nobody to avoid. Life feels a little normal.
I saw that the local family gardens are opening. You are allowed one hour every other day. There is a formula for odds and evens. The evens will complain if the restriction last into June.
I head towards the mini-strip mall at the foot of an apartment building. It has a grocery store and a butcher. I am scouting for additional shopping options.
I have never cooked this regularly for so long. I am pleased with the variety of meals I have managed. Very few repetitions.
It doesn’t take much effort. I have three types of pasta, brown rice, black rice, wheat, and spelt. Potatoes in various forms and varieties. Fries, mashed, boiled, baked, turned into gnocchi. White, sweet and purple. I also have a selection of breads.
And that’s just for the carbs. I haven’t even had to dig up recipes. Just mixing up the combinations of carbs, proteins and vegetables.
I am so happy with my cleverness that I come up with a new theory of my world.








