Yesterday, I didn't do the weekly shop. Santa Maria didn't get around to it either. The cupboard was becoming bare. That ever happen to you? I didn't panic, but I did think of W. B. Yeats's "The Second Coming":
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
In my case, the rough beast was a half-finished quinoa salad. I started it yesterday by cooking the quinoa, but we didn’t have any cilantro, and I couldn't finish it. What was I to do with two-cups of cold, cooked quinoa?
I had a bowl of it for breakfast. 101 Cookbooks has a much more elegant and healthy version (though quinoa on its own is very healthy). I heated it up in the microwave with a little milk, and added raisins, almonds, and cinnamon. It’s the same way I make my oatmeal, and it was tasty. I'll do the shop tomorrow, and make that salad.