Day Seven

    I am meeting friends for lunch at Beans and Barley before a hike at The Lions Den, a park north of the city. This time, before I leave the house, I stick a piece of left over roast chicken in my mouth. I am learning to never leave the house hungry because I never know what I will be able to find to eat.
    At the restaurant, once again I discover there is almost nothing on the menu that is entirely made from local foods. I settle on a salad made from mesculin, served with a few roasted local vegetables. It turns out to be pretty satisfying. I’m getting used to this diet, I guess. No bread. I drink water, no ice.
    Before I left the house, I stuck a hunk of cheese and an apple into a bag. At the park, when we take a break from walking, I am hungry. (I eat such small meals that I find I get hungery every couple of hours.) I share some of the cheese and apple with my friends, feeling incredibly generous as we sit enjoying the lovely warm, fall day