Last night I ate rice.
This morning I have had orange juice and oatmeal. The oatmeal was made with no salt. I hear in my mind the voice that would inspire and innovate and reassure the next 8 weeks of cooking and eating, and desperately avoiding bland food. I cannot abide bland food. I've been eating salsa since I was two years old. I stood up in the high chair to reach across the table and have some of what everybody else was having - so the story goes. And now I hear in my grown mind, a voice. It carelessley remarks, the one thing I can't eat without salt is oatmeal. This from someone quite adept at eating salt-free, or anything free for that matter. Sugar-free? I've done that too. Protein carbohydrate balance, done that. Glycemic index reference, been there. Dairy free, very do-able. And now I've eaten salt free oatmeal.
It was slow cooking, not steel cut, the heartiest most rustic and the most flavor i could get out of plain rolled oats, no butter. Butter can have salt in it. Salt can have iodine. I cannot have iodine.
I inventory the things in my kitchen and put everything through the dishwasher. Even things that perhaps are not "supposed to."
I find:
the oatmeal
rice
Salad greens, romaine and boston
fresh tomato, broccoli, and carrots
coucous, hummus powder
aborio rice for risotto
a frozen slice of pork loin
balsamic vinegar (it is the 90's after all)
For lunch I have
pan seared pork loin, a 3 oz. portion, in balsamic vinegar sauce made from pan drippings and no salt.
I come up with sometin g called provencal beef - 3 oz
steamed carrots and green beans, no salt no butter
I could have had cousous. Later I would think back on this with a kind of reget for my own loss. Not a loss of creativity, the couscous was in the pantry and could have been cooked with no additions seasons or flavorings and still added to my dinner. Not a loss of creativity, but a loss of the obvious. A regret for losing the chance to expereince that which is right in front of you.