Bread: Some sort of tangy whole wheat, fresh, two of three ununiform slices self-sliced with large, serrated breadknife. Gave wife middle slice to ensure that she didn’t get an end piece that had been sort of dessicated by exposure to air, which she does not like.
Butter: Still hard from the fridge, thickly sliced. Thick in the way that used to horrify me after I’d first come here, thinking, I’ll never eat butter that way, my heart hurts just looking at it. Thick like cheese. The things you get used to.
Honey: Large jar from Carinthia. Dipped out and spread on the butter with butter knife.
Coffee: with some milk that was past expiration date but still good, I checked.
Pear: shared with her – I cored, she sliced.
Miscellaneous: one multiple vitamin pill, for the hell of it.
Afterwards: tossed out compostable garbage. Garbage can was frozen shut, but opened after brief fight. That’s still better than the way it can be in mid-summer. Car started up, but sounds like battery might not make it through the winter.
