Day 3: Bits Of Wrong Stuff

My breakfast as usual was oatmeal, and then I broke open the spaghetti for lunch, or more correctly I broke off the spaghetti. What you see is a bowl of snapped-off-ends-of-spaghetti. Long strands of pasta are annoying, so I put a stop to that whole business early on.
I added oregano, which are the dark, diseased-looking spots. It was not fresh. It was dried. It was as dry as three-day-old grass clippings, and added as much to the dish.

I really shouldn't have oregano. It's like a nine-year-old going to a karate lesson and being handed a throwing knife. It can only end in tears.

I made a few plates of baked potatoes with salt, oil, and paprika. They are easy to make, but somehow I fouled up the first batch by not using any oil. This left the paprika exposed, and paprika without oil is like George Bush without cue cards.

Dinner was rice.
I sauteed some onions with butter.
At least, that was the idea. Really what happened was that I put onion bits in a hot frypan, then messed about slicing some butter off the block. The onions seized their chance to adhere to the pan. By the time I got the butter melted, all chance of floating the onions had disappeared and they returned to that carbonised state that nature adores. They appear here as small black elements in an otherwise minimalist palette of partially-cooked white rice. Not appearing: the burnt onion shrapnel I flicked halfway across the kitchen while trying to save it from a pre-gustatory death. It is out of frame, stuck to the side of a fruit bowl and a kettle.

Food I Ate Today:

37c — Rice

19c — Cereal

17c — Potatoes

8c — Apples

81c — Total