Kristin has read more of my blog now.  She says it is full of sarcasm and she worries that some people will not understand that and think I am a jerk.  So, she wants to report that I am not a jerk.  I am very lovable but not available. If you thought I was a jerk and are still reading the blog, go back, read it again and laugh this time.

Breakfast 

I can't remember what I ate until I put up the picture.

Oct 30 Breakfast

Ah yes, leftover muffins (described yesterday), eggies from Laytonville, prunes from a neighbor, and figs from a tree in Willits.  Someone gave them to Kristin.  Apple-pear juice from neighborhood trees that we pressed.

Lunch

Kristin made me lunch!  I was toiling outside and came in mildly hypoglycemic.  Tasted good.

Oct 30 Lunch

Same fruit and juice as at breakfast.  Bread is from Bruce's in Redwood Valley.  Inside is feta cheese from Sebastapol, lettuce, sweet peppers, and tomatoes from our garden.  

Dinner 

The husband of Candy, a local nurse, caught fish out of Ft. Bragg.  Kristin somehow got ahold of some and it was great.  I have no idea what kind of fish it was.  Probably lived in the ocean.

Oct 30 Dinner

Same juice all day long it seems.  Potatoes from our garden, baked, with butter and sour cream from Petaluma.  Baked the fish too.  Kristin made a tartar sauce out of mayo, lemon juice and relish.  Not local folks.  Anyone keeping score?  

Went to a WELL meeting tonight and George brought by a bowl of freshly baked, organic, peanut butter cookies.  Wow!  I was helpless.  Ate three.  I could taste the cane sugar and I liked it.  Am I still okay?

Alternative sugar sources that could be localized besides honey are sugar beets and sorghum molases.  I should grow these starting in the spring.  Peanuts don't work here however. 

Tomorrow is the last day of the month and it will be filled with grotesque temptations.  I will meditate and try to be strong.  When the sun sets and the moon comes out pehaps I should arrange to be bound to a chair.