Willow was greatly displeased that I made something with fish but didn’t share any.

When I made extra onigiri, I had planned to save some rather than eating them all. Instead it became a rather large lunch.

But Willow forgave me after being given dog treats, as compensation for the lack of getting to steal my lunch.

NPR: 50 Years After Apollo 11, Here’s What (And How) Astronauts Are Eating.

That reminds me: don’t think I’ve ever actually tasted Tang, nor have I ever really felt the need drink that stuff.

Over the years though, I’ve generally come to the conclusion that astronauts don’t get the gift of good food. I’d like to think that life for the ISS crew sucks less than shuttle and Apollo crews suffered in terms of food stuffs but I’m pretty sure the day when space food is really great food rather than just the best we can do, is still quite far off.

The 20th century kind of brought a lot of advancements to storing, packing, and preserving food. But some problems remain unsolved, lol.

Recurring problems: when your brain tells you not to make coffee after dark.

Is there such a thing as too much coffee? I doubt it.

There are weekends where my coffee consumption approximates my weekday consumption, and there are weekends where I hardly down a drop of coffee. :/.

Explaining to dogs that refried beans are not for them is bound to never go well. Ending with “If I gave you this: you would fart, and we would all die”, is probably not the best idea either.

I refuse to disclose how many cheese doodles the dogs conned me out of.

Impromptu dinner

Just when I decided on curry rice for dinner, I got home and realized that one of the lies we tell ourselves is: “I’ll do that before bed”.

Thus I came up with an alternative that works when I do dishes after dinner rather than before 😀.

Dinner

You can bet that more than a few tatters found their way down the treat hole of some hungry doggos.

Odd problems:

When your microwave’s defrost works by ounces and the numbers in your head sum by the gram. Followed by converting guesstimates of these using your fingers.

My first self cooked lunch

Today, I did something odd in making my own lunch, and actually cooked. Needless to say, I generally don’t cook in my mother’s kitchen if I can help it, but this time I got hungry…lol.

I warmed up a left over salisbury steak and cut it up into pieces and a slice. Then I mixed up three eggs to make in a pan, trying to get all the liquid to cook reasonably solid and spread out; flipped it over and pressed it a little and let it cook. Mushed some bits of the salisbury steak and folded it over, and pressed it for a bit, flipped & repeated. In retrospect, I really should’ve added some pepper for flavour and bits of cheese to bind the meat together.

For the sandwich, I put mushed bits of the meat on, layed by a slice of cheese, the slice of meat, another slice of cheese, and more mushed bits. Not sure if only buttering the pan-facing sides was smart but I loved how it came out, and decided to burn one side a little bit, just to make sure it would be strong enough with so much inside. I loved how that sandwich came out xD.

Generally I’ll make do with left overs or make a normal sandwich, it’s just the most safe way to avoid dealing with the parental  unit. In this case though it worked well enough (Y).