Bread for dinner is a huge thing here. I don’t hate it, I like sandwiches and what not, but I am used to eating more varied meals for both lunch and dinner. But I guess I am used to eating sandwiches for lunch. It’s not that I am used to more full or heavier meals at night, although compared to bread I’m sure they are, but I am used to just meals.
I have to plan both lunch and dinner here. And I never just on my own plan bread for dinner. It might also be that I don’t like a lot of sliced meat and I don’t really like sausages. My sandwiches have a very particular type of meat, but they like to also be elaborate. They like to have chips, or be Italian Combos, or have pickles and tomatoes. They like to be meals, they like to be intricate and complex.
And that just isn’t so big here, especially for dinner. It’s usually bread and butter with some meat and cheese. I’ve gotten used to it, but it never feels as fulfilling to my soul. Maybe soul isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s just my inner food heart. I definitely have one of these. Sometimes my inner food heart loves things my heart doesn’t, and sometimes it craves things out of the blue. My stomach heart? I definitely feel like it has a mind and desires.
But it doesn’t fulfill it as much as a dinner at home, a steak and potatoes, a pasta, a soup. Maybe I’m a pretty unhealthy eater, in the sense I love savory, I don’t like skimping, low fat isn’t my thing. I love the fullness, the flavor that bursts out of my mouth, I love the combinations. Maybe my stomach heart is a bit like the rat from Ratatouille. I love the balances of heat and sweet. I love having a meal that is challenging, new, and complex.
And my stomach heart isn’t fulfilled my bread, cheese, and meat, unless it has a spicy vinaigrette with some sweetness inside.
It’s fine for you to say my stomach heart is a picky temperamental fiend. I’m sure that’s how my partner feels. But my stomach heart also loves to experiment, to try to make my own bread, marinades, and salads. My partner definitely does benefit sometimes from my stomach heart’s whims.
I am not saying I hate bread, meat, and cheese, but my stomach heart isn’t a bread, meat, and cheese type of entity. I also don’t think I am food snob, my stomach heart isn’t snobby or usually picky, but there are distinct faux paus’ and desires. if denied once or twice my stomach heart doesn’t strike, but it grumbles. And when it loves something, truly, madly, deeply, it’s satisfaction lasts for a couple of days. I like to thing my stomach heart isn’t ungracious or spoiled.
When my stomach heart is happy, then I am happier. It’s not a dictator or a everything or nothing, it just sighs with contentment or shivers from withdrawal.
My stomach heart just wants what the stomach heart wants.
I agree with you. Even when I”m eating alone I always do something yummy.