A little over a year ago my husband got on this fun little “health kick” where he exercises much like I imagine a wolverine would exercise, and then eats what I figure the human equivalent of a grizzly bear’s diet to be. I’m not with him all day long apart from the weekends, so sometimes when he’s having his third lunch on Sunday it throws me a little bit. But his workouts are seriously intense, while truthfully being a little scary to observe, and his waistline has done nothing but shrink over the past year, so I figure he’s eating the right amount of food.
Apart from no longer being able to count on finding peanut butter in the cupboard on a consistent basis, his constant eating creates an equally constant source of dishes piled up in the sink. Naturally, my favorites are the ones are those that I wake up to in the morning, B.C. (before coffee), after he’s completed his 5 a.m. “meditation jog” and the equivalent in eating. While he has somehow found time to meditate during his exercise (despite the rest of the household barely managing continual breathing during exercise) his time runs out as soon as the multiple pans are dirtied and then he’s out the door. In a desperate attempt to stem the constant flow of dishes, I attempted to lure him into the world of handheld, dish-less sources of nutrition that only require pans the one time a week you make them.