Comforted by food
Time to turn my attention to comfort foods. Those menu choices that subdue the hungry worf, in moments when axiety and stress are prominent. Or just when we’re hungry. Who am I to determine your reasons? Today, I returned to meatloaf.
Good meatloaf. Moist, flavoured, with mashed potatoes and assorted vegetables. Just like the one served in my favorite city restaurant. Said with a tone of precision: in my favorite city restaurant. We were already in the area, and it made sense. It could have been time for a Big Mac, but my convictions don’t go to that sub basement. We went for a proper sitdown meal. The first time in a long time.
I’m not accustomed to having people stop by my table to say hello. It feels good. Goes well with comfort food. And as an added detail (no, not dessert) the dishes were someone else’s designated task. This is something to do another time. Soon. Not tomorrow, but within my short term memory abilities.
On another, unrelated topic, I continue to watch instructional videos about the GMRS world. I have a radio (or two) that can reach the required frequencies. However, my “do it legal” gene suggests just buying gear that is designed for purpose. This is one way to get around my failure to foster another ham radio operator in the house. I know, one little test. I’ll keep talking, but using a handy pair of radios might make my arguments serve a purpose.
Imagine being in an unfamiliar location, keying the PTT button and suggesting that my being “a little bit lost” would bring someone with a solution. Just musing, of course.
