Fast Breaking, and Demolition

Well. The fast is over. It's only a matter of time before food re-enters the equation. This morning I broke my fast with a glass of fress pressed orange juice. It was delicious. When all you've tasted for ten days is a spicy, mapley, lemonade, any change is welcome.

So lonely.

I can't wait to have a cup of coffee. Probably on Saturday. Tonight, miso soup, rice, and kale. Food.

Yesterday, we tore down the building formerly known as the 'shed' at work. This building used to house the majority of the grocery backstock, as well as house the deli walk-in cooler, the freezer (which was used by the refrigerated department, meat, and the deli), and all of the deli's paper goods backstock. 

Farmer's removing the freezer's cooler panels.

Several staffers gathered to watch as the machine ate the shed.

Only to be disappointed -- the machine needed fuel, and there was a refrigeration line that was still hooked up to something.

Tear the roof off the sucka, tear the roof off the sucka.

After a brief delay, it was on again.

Oh no! Someone left the desk in the shed. Ha.

Rubble. 

All and all it was a very cathartic experience. Now on to the next phase of the remodel -- the new addition. Very exciting, indeed. 

Fasting: Day Eight

Nearing the end of this most productive fast. I have been doing much thinking. Thinking about food -- eating, cooking, and writing about it -- thinking about my life, what I'm not doing well, what I am doing well, what I want out of it, what it will take to be even more genuinely happy and satisfied with being, etc.

Domestication of the Flapjacks. This has long been a theme in my writing. If I had a nickel for every post about dishes or laundry, well, let's just say I'd be dictating this post... My kitchen was thoroughly cleaned, organized and sorted. I mean, come on, I'm not using the damn thing, so there is no excuse for it to be messy. My living room is livable again. Laundry... we'll not talk about that. 

As stated, there are only two more days of this fast remaining. It's not just like I can jump back in to steak, potatoes, and rich sauces -- no, no. I'll be drinking orange juice on Thursday, which is exciting after only consuming the same thing for 168 hours. Later in that evening I'll have some miso soup. Friday, I'll start with orange juice, and maybe some yogurt and nuts -- cashew sound good. Then I'll progress on to some veggies and grains, before eating real food that evening. I don't really want to do the four day ween on that is suggested. I know my body, and its limits. Just eat smaller portions than usually, and everything will be okay.

It's official. I'm going to London to see Leonard Cohen. Wow. I'll be there from the 8th to the 16th of November. If you know something fun to do, let me know. I'm really excited to go. I'm also going to book reservations to go to St. John, Fergus Henderson's restaurant. Man. Stoked. 

Niki is cracking up!

We have moved into our new offices at work. This is also very exciting. 

Heather enjoying the new break area.

As part of our new digs, we even have a break room! We've never really had a designated space that was for breaking. We've had two 'break tables' since I started, one was in the backstore, amid the hustle (sort of) and bustle, and the second was in the long since demolished Red Door.

Our staff deserve this. Sweet.

Ahh. Well. I'm kinda blissed out. Listening to the Beatles, sippin on some syzurp (maple, grade B) and thankful. Can't ask for much else.

Some Food I Ate

Pan Seared Salmon with Sicilian Orange Gastrique, Homefried New Potatoes, Sauteed Okra with Purple Cherokee Heirloom Tomatoes.

Last Saturday, I ate some salmon. It was good. This was the last meal I cooked before fasting. Mmnn. Salmon.