Yea that one single piece of bread, toasted to just a little below my standard of perfect toast and topped with a light smear of coconut oil and strawberry preserve.
Other than my taste in music, you can learn a lot about me through what I eat. Which is funny considering you can learn a lot about a culture by looking at their diet (but that’s another story for another post).
With me you can get a glimpse of my current mental state by what you see on my plate. And since I’ve been in orientation in Ohio to my first week in Japan I have been eating toast—in more general terms, bread. I’ve been eating a heck of a lot of bread.
It’s like you’re allowed to sleep while eating and when I think there’s a lot to do I go for bread.When I don’t want to think about things, I go to bread.
It requires basically no cooking time, you just take it out the bag and chew.
Bad habit I know, but it only happens every once in a while. And this recent while I was trying to wrap my head around all the new material, the new names, and the expectations I had to meet. I was racking my brain through all of the orientation trying to process everything. I was somewhere just below stressed out but never actually made it there.
So I just ate bread.
It didn’t need to be processed, it already was.