smells like content

Fasting once a week, usually mid-week, feels good. The first few times can be weird in that you worry about the effects or feel a bit isolated because food is a social fuel in a great way…you don’t want people to feel strange when you turn down the nachos. Plenty of water, or for me, tea. The sense of smell becomes very sensitive.

Last evening, walking uptown, the fragrances from the restaurant exhaust fans were fantastic as they are most weeks when food becomes a tomorrow thing. It seemed like every ingredient and spice, every sauce floated through the air labeled and there for the picking, each part on it’s own fragrance strip of paper like a perfume counter in a department store. Amazing.

It amazes me every time, but it makes sense. Making sense does not tone down the scents, though. Technicolor smells...

Fasting days are reading days. Yesterday, gulping down a few good pages with the music off. Later blasting some music by The Books my brother recommended.

Plenty of water and the requisite rest stops, too. It’s all about plumbing.

Today, a hankering for risotto and asparagus, and red wine. This fasting deal is no big deal but it’s something I do.