As I’m writing this, I’m listening to the seminal Talking Heads album More Songs About Buildings and Food. It’s the first of three produced by Brian Eno. Andy Partridge of XTC claims he came up with the title.
Katie and I have started referring to the 130-year-old Victorian we live in as “Mockingbird Acres”. I’ve previously stated that this place is, um, quirky. Our name draws from The Munsters mansion (1313 Mockingbird Lane) and the Douglas Farm from Green Acres. The former, or course, was run down, dusty, and filled with cobwebs. The latter had comical features like a bedroom closet with no back wall, leaving it open to the outside. This place has doors that go nowhere (the result of ham-handed remodeling efforts in the past), light switches that do nothing, and far too many old telephone landline jacks (3 in the kitchen alone).
We’re eating mostly vegetarian these days. For breakfast we’ve been porridge (sorry, Americans .. I mean oatmeal) and fruit. Coffee with oat milk. Stir-fried vegetables with rice, and sometimes an egg for extra protein. Pasta primavera with my own sauce, because jar sauce has a ton of added sugar for no explicable reason. I might add some browned ground turkey to that. Raw veggies with a dip made from Greek yogurt and herbs. Oatmeal cookies that I bake from scratch, with either raisins or dried cranberries (my kingdom for some affordable sultanas). No processed food. I know what’s in everything we eat.
Buildings and Food
I am, so far, pleased with the grocery delivery service. It’s a hump to get to the farmer’s market, or the grocery store with decent product. The cost of having someone doing the shopping and bringing it to me at Mockingbird Acres is less than bus fare. It feels decadent. I worry that they’re not being paid well enough, so I tip well. That makes it cost more than bus fare, but it saves me time and spoons so it’s still worth it.