So, the heat has arrived. To point out: I do not live with AC and my kitchen is a ‘kitchen area’ with a microwave, toaster over, frig, freezer and sink…
Today brought a big ugly round of something I haven’t manifested in a few years… I ate a little too little after taking my meds this afternoon. I got queasy. The heat made me not want to fix anything cooked and the easy things either seemed too junky or not appealing. In short, I got finicky.
It doesn’t happen very often, and I arrange my food stock to allow for easy options for such a thing. On time of it, a small emotional issue that needs resolving int he midst of hunger and the end of the busiest season at work, and I was sobbing and wanting to break things…
Fortunately, the timing of a chat, involving the above mentioned emotional issue, gave me a vent for the food crisis and I moved on with the help of some sliced turkey breast…
Behind this mini-crisis is a concern. If I may use the idea of being a supertaster as a sort of metaphor to offer a starting point to what happens in my mouth when I eat food… I had something very pleasing turn very sour to me today. Well, last motnh, but again today and the timing now did the item in for me, at least the rest of this crop…
Sugar snap peas…
Specifically South American sugar snap peas… They have been a green, crunchy, healthy snack for me for over three years now. This the the second bag that is simply foul to me. They are crisp and fresh, but the taste is muddied and the texture is stringy. I wonder if perhaps the season south of the equator is done and I need to put them to bed…
I mean foul. The ruined my entire salad for lunch. Luckily, they were at the bottom, so I enjoyed most of it, but I tossed the rest once I got a solid bite of gross, stringy muddiness yuckness.
I should say that I regularly celebrate my relationship with food, especially since I have evlovled my diet into a much healthier form of its younger self… It emotionally upsets me to not have a clear appealing fresh food option in reach… now, as for most of the evening, I have a headache. To offer context, I have had – now – exactly two headaches in the six years since chemotherapy, so that isn’t a minor point to brush away…
*sigh*
I am through it for now, but I am grumpy about it yet… and fixing food really become complicated for me in this state. I lose my appetite to eat when I have to handle things that I find unappealing…
On the upside of it, I am adapting to the heat of summer. Once I do, the food stress will ease up… At least, it has in the past.
Ugh.
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