White bread
Somewhat wet dough baked in a clay cloche designed for roasting chicken. Half bread flour half all purpose flour.
Pork loin roast
I think that's what this is. It looked like the tenderloin roasts except larger.
Commercial instant mashed potatoes and instant gravy
Man, these things are good.
The industrialists have brought this science to very high art form. I love these so much I could live on them. I've been eating it everyday, a cup of mashed potatoes and a cup of gravy. Both products are out of this world.
And I would have them everyday. It's like the perfect hospital food except a lot better tasting.
I've come way out of character by accepting these things. I had earlier resolved against them but that was decades ago before they became this spectacular. I can have my favorite things with no trouble at all. In just a few minutes. The time it takes to bring a cup of water to boiling in the microwave.
But then I looked at the ingredients and was horrified.
I'll finish what I have but then they must go. Too bad. For I love them so.
I must stick with the program of using basic ingredients, potato, butter, milk and chicken or beef stock, and eliminate all extraneous chemistry no matter how innocuous each one.
After these packages are used then it's back to ricing a microwaved baked potato, an additional four minutes plus cleaning the ricer, plus bringing out the butter and milk, and making my own gravy from my own stock, a matter of a small pot and roux that is butter and flour and whatever herbs and spices strike my fancy that moment.
Because these beautiful chemicals and their magical properties are outrageous.
What's that? What's that. Shhh, shhh, shhh, hold on a second ...
What's that?
That's my central nervous system saying, "thank you."

























