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Breakfast was simple, roughly a pint (post-cooked) of freshly cooked rice with four room-temperature eggs broken over top of it and mixed in, with the residual heat from the rice slightly cooking the eggs to a satisfying albeit visually and texturally unimpressive (and slighly slimy) mass. A little fresh-ground pepper, a little organic soy sauce, and a squirt of sriracha just to keep me from getting complacent was all the seasoning it needed. Delicious! It's one of my favorite comfort-food breakfasts. Sometimes I'll make it in a pan if it's leftover rice instead of fresh-cooked, which adds little crispy bits to the rice and tends to cook the egg more firmly, but otherwise it's identical.

For lunch I had half a small jar of sweet pickles. Yes, that`s all, just pickles. Listen, pickle brine is full of electrolytes, OK? And pickles are jam-packed with pickly goodness, full of vital... pickle nutrients. Hey, quit judging me. I wanted pickles. Oh, and three leftover wontons from a soup two or three days ago that I wolfed down cold, just because they were there.

I had two baked yams with a pat of butter, four slices of baked bacon (bacbaconed? Bacbaconon? bak^2on?) and three hard boiled eggs for dinner, followed by a small sliced pear slathered in sriracha sauce for dessert. Just now I had three chocolate chip cookies (just three? I am a man of iron will!) as a late-night snack, and yet I'm still craving... something. Potato chips, I think. Salt. My body wants salt. And fat. And carbs. Or a steak. Yeah, a nice, thick, juicy porterhouse, medium rare, with worcestershire sauce and a side of mushrooms and shallots cooked in port wine. God, what is wrong with me? It's like I am a bottomless pit of hunger all the time.

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Tonight's agenda

1) Make ratatouille, maybe with a little seafood flavor thrown in. Anchovies for umami? Shrimp paste? A nice fish broth?

2) Bake bread.

3) Eat bread and ratatouille.

4) Change litter boxes. Ew.

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Operation: Fresh Bread and Ratatouille hampered by the fact that I have failed to execute Operation: Wash Dishes for several days. I shall have to delay, though since ratatouille is always better the next day I may cook it tonight anyway and then wait to eat it tomorrow. Or really late tonight in a frenzy of bad decisions and shameful eating.

Instead, I had sardines for dinner. Mmmm. Sardines. Out of a tin, on some gluten-free crackers with some minced lemon confit and hot peppers cooked with sea salt, a splash of vinegar and some white wine. Hoo! Strong flavors! And all I had to dirty was a knife, a cutting board and a small pan.

ETA: DAMMIT! I knew I was missing an ingredient. Tomato! How the heck was I going to make ratatouille without tomato?