A bit of creativity today. Breakfast as before and it seems almost easy. Reluctantly I have to admit that I feel better in the morning after a night without my usual glass of wine. I wouldn't have said that I feel in any way bad normally. I only have a glass or two. I don't wake hungover or bleary eyed. I get up cheerily enough and get on with my day. But I do think that, whether it is the vegetarian diet or the absence of wine, I am bouncing up in the morning with foolish energy. Something to think about.
I worked all morning in the garden digging over the cutting garden. The sun shone, the daffodils sparkled and all the trees seemed to have decided to burst into leaf, tiny and vividly green against the mostly bare skeleton of the tree. Again I don't know whether it is the lack of protein in this very restricted week but I did find myself tiring quite quickly and developed a passionate yearning for a cheese sandwich. I had a break from digging to help Ian move some brushwood, tramping backwards and forwards to the fire site. It did not help with the longing for a cheese sandwich. So I decided I had better do something different for lunch.
Mountainear had suggested that ground elder and wild garlic could be foraged at this time of the year. Green stuff is something I have been missing. I had rice and dal left over from yesterday but I finished it off this time with some chopped and torn ground elder leaves, choosing the youngest and most tender from one of our many patches of perennial weed! Just need to start making inroads on the newly burgeoning nettles and dandelions now.
I didn't say it looked appealing but it tasted pretty good. Even so I had to come away from Ian eating scrambled eggs and sit outside with my lunch in the sun. I am so looking forward to eating eggs and cheese again. Meat, oddly enough, I am not missing at all.
The secret with eating like this seems to be have some sort of snack and to eat food which is quite strong tasting. I made some more onion bhajis as a snack in the late afternoon from the remains of yesterday's batter and then a big spicy soup for tea incorporating what was left of the dal. I thought I would have a go at transforming some of the thick leftover porridge from this morning into a version of croutons, simply deep frying spoonfuls of porridge in some of my oil. They didn't look like croutons but they provided a bit of crispiness and texture. Two bowls of soup provided a filling dinner and then I whizzed out to Welsh class, distracting myself from any thoughts of food.
On the way home I realised that I still have two tins of tomatoes (31p a tin) in my week's store so I have liquidised one of them to make a tomato juice. This is the first thing I have drunk all week which has not been water and it tastes overwhelmingly delicious.
So that is day 4. I am in so many ways glad that tomorrow is the last day. Bread, wine, cheese and eggs are all at the top of my list of things I will be delighted to have again. But I also feel as if I could do this for longer now that I am beginning to understand how to produce things from very limited ingredients that are interesting and edible. I might even adopt this way of eating for a couple of days every two weeks or so now that I have proved to myself that I can. I will take stock when tomorrow is over. It is always possible that I might never eat another lentil.