Sloppy Sunday

It was a slog to get out of bed and going this day. I tossed and turned in my sheets for over an hour with some hopes of going back to sleep. I passed on showering today and set about the task of resetting the clocks and testing the smoke alarms. The time changed at some point in the night. I didn’t see it, again. I once thought it would be cool to stare down the clock of a device into the night and see it go from 2:59am to 2am or which ever hour gets the distinction in my timezone but sleep robbed me of this gift once again. All the while the gift was robbing me of sleep. Of course in the spring we “spring ahead” and thus lose an hour. I have a feeling that this will be the end of it, the last daylight savings time. I feel a little bit sad about it but at the same time I’m overly indifferent. I get my back up a bit because the time was initially shifted to have an extra hour of light in the evening so farmers could continue to work after supper. Or so the legend goes. I say legend because I quite possibly made that up entirely, I don’t know and refuse to look because I prefer that version of reality now. If we can do that with everything else then I can damn well do it for this. Irregardless (hi She), I associate the necessity for this change of time that we’ve all agreed to with agriculture and as such I don’t like the overwhelming wave of negativity that pours down on the concept these past couple years. It’s obvious why it has started, people are farther and farther away from the farm now. Less than 2% of the population work in agriculture, and less in America. Many people are so disconnected that they don’t know a farmer anymore. When I was a child there was still a good chance that most people in the city had some far flung relative involved in agriculture and thusly had a bit of an idea where their food came from. Those people had kids, and now they’ve had kids and the connection withered like a plant with a good case of white mold. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Thanks for proving my point. Anyways, I have grown more ambivelent to the whole construct over the last few years and many of the voices demanding abolishment are those from the small pool that is the ag community. That doesn’t bolster my commitment to the concept. So I changed the clocks, possibly for the last time and lamented over that scenario. Then I went to make breakfast. That’s where things got weird. I had the leftover egg roll wrappers and knew I was going to fill them with breakfast delights. I whipped up my usual concoction for a Sunday and went about it, even measuring out the quantity (1/4 cup) for each wrapper. I had loads left, despite dialling back my proportions considerably. I figured I’d wrap that up and give a whirl in the air fryer. When I’d taken the breakfast egg rolls out and idea started to form. I put the big lad in and grabbed a radish and set to work. I still have leftover radishes from the fish taco Family Feast. Turns out they keep well. I had some matchsticked ones and some discs. I must have been feeling whimsical cause I came up with this.

I referred to it as a breakfast beast and sent it to several dads I know to show them that I’m more fun and whimsical than they are. This is brilliant, it is breakfast for you and two kids, maybe three and they’d get a real charge out of it. Instead of eating it with kids I just dummied the whole thing. I was all kinds of full after. I think because I deliberately slowed up my mastication. This is something I’ve tried to do, when I think of it, which is not often. It was tasty. The wrappers weren’t as good the next day, or maybe I cooked them less or something. I would do it again though. The tart sweetness of the juice helped to cut through the very savoury filling. If you don’t know the filling is, read on, I’m sure I’ve got it described a half dozen times already. I did up the dishes and went to take down some MSC challenges. When that was done I didn’t have anything else that I needed or wanted to do. I can be a bit lazy when I’m tired. My ambition and drive need a full tank of sleep to run on. So I did what any normal addicted fool would do and descended into my lair and fired up FS19. That was the rest of the morning and afternoon gone. Making good progress though. I broke it off to have some dinner and loads of water. I had a Stouffer’s Bistro Crustini, Mozzarella and Meatball for dinner with some Viva Puffs. After that I tried watching the Leafs but they let me down quickly so I flipped back to FS19 until ten, then I tried to go to sleep. Finally fizzling out after eleven. Not a productive day overall but made a fun memory at breakfast.