I miss my gestation. Sigh. Food is scheduled here.
Monday morning = Idly (Stones I can pelt at some one I detest) or Bread toast. (Surface area of a slice = that of a standard Milk Bikis biscuit). Bread is actually delightful.
The morning coffee:
Procedure: Milk (99% water + 1% milk) is taken in a large vessel; a small drop of decoction is added. The instant the color of the milk changes to coffee brown, upon the addition of a few micro liters of decoction, stop adding the decoction; add lump some sugar to cover up.
A similar story follows up for tea. And the schedule goes on with a time table for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And yeah, the evening snack, that could at times throw up surprises in the form of cakes and buns: P and not to forget the monthly price tag
And the result, strong adaptation of the stomach to digest any thing; acceptance of the mind to remember that not all food is good; and adjusting of the biological clock to eat when ever the source of food stimulates the olfactory senses. Most importantly, mastering the skill to cook any thing and every thing with just an electric kettle (Thanks to Philips Electronics) and to experiment with all plant parts to cook. Sigh!
