Posted on March 20, 2004 in Eating
I’m doing a strict diet since learning of my wounded kidney. Which means that visiting The Archaeologist’s Daughter has been torture because nearly every day she’s been posting a new recipe of some kind or another. The trouble with poets is that they like to eat and I’m not allowed that variety of lust.
I can eat whatever I want so long as I control the portions. Once a day I check my blood sugar using an electronic meter and a skewer-loaded pen. Some days it is a fight to get the drop of blood to flow and other days I need to rent Hoover Dam to stop the bleeding. If the number is high, I fast. If it is low, lower than 100, I get to treat myself to a small snack. These snacks help me deal with the leftover problem. Most cookbook portions pump in more carbohydrates and meat/cheese protein than I should get in a day, so I often find myself stowing food forever. Snacks consist of what I had for dinner two or three days ago. This week it was a wild rice and chicken dish whose gray fluffiness haunted us for most of the week.
Aristophanes knew of the problem in his day. He didn’t have a refrigerator, so I don’t know how he managed to create the dish mentioned in the title without succumbing to botulism or other food poisoning. This hash consists of
all of the leftovers from the meals of the leftovers from the meals of the last two weeks
It’s made me wonder what would result from Desert Viking’s recipes. There would be a lot of pasta involved. A lot of it.