Supposed to be a dry day today, (yeah, right.) Up until lunchtime, it was, kind of. Managed some heavy shovel work and unearthed a ton sized chunk of masonry which I was about to attack with my masonry drill / breaker before the rain started to fall properly. So I slunk indoors, a little damper than I would have liked.
Anyway, with regards to the whole carnivore (Meat, fish, eggs) thing, the weight is dropping off like it’s dissolving and I noticed a couple of moles have basically vanished. One week plainly visible in the mirror, the next, hey, where’d it go George? Closer examination showed a slight indentation where one mole had been. Like it had been surgically removed. Scar free.
I’ll say this, our new diet certainly makes for speedy trips around the supermarket. Our local has an old fashioned looking butchers, which is more like a meat shop, where pre dressed cuts are available for slicing to customer requirements. However, their prices are reasonable and I have gotten used to eating rib-eye steaks once a week.
That’s the thing with carnivore, because you buy very little else apart from meat, fish and eggs, you’re not spending three euro’s a time on a half decent loaf of bread or another four or even over five on a large bottle of ketchup. For that price I can buy a pound of boneless pork steak, and for twelve, sometimes much less, a pound of really good steak. It’s a swings and roundabouts thing. So overall I’m not spending more, and sometimes less.
Then there’s the whole appetite thing. You get used to eating only once or twice a day, and given that you’re not cooking meat / fish then spuds and greens (or pasta) simultaneously, the culinary complexity is winnowed down to an absolute minimum. Average time cooking supper has gone from an hour of prep and stirring to twenty minutes, tops.
As for the high sugar stuff like desserts, candy or chocolate. Don’t even feel a single twitch of a need for anything like that. Can eat salt and pepper chicken wings as occasional snacks (Around twice a week) until the metaphorical cows come home, don’t put on an ounce. About the only other things I’m allowing myself as treats are olives, cheese and the occasional small pack of dry roasted peanuts.
Anyway, while rain stopped play, Mrs S has me designing rockeries. We’ve inherited a modest (!) pile of hundred plus pound rocks which will form the basis of two rockeries. One of which will be around five by four metres and a smaller three by three and a half. Then a five metre by five gravel sitting out area at the lowest part of the west garden, a.k.a. ‘Sleepy Hollow’.
In the outside world I’m getting a twitch in the old fiscal antenna about possible bank failures in the USA. Which is, if your memory doesn’t go back that far, where the 2008 debacle kicked off. So Mrs S and I are cashing in a few shares for taxes etc. I’m actually toying with buying silver again. Mainly because I more than doubled my money on the last batch of ten ounce ingots back in 2020, and I have a seeming that there may be a monetary benefit to investing in Silver again. There’s quite a choice. Ingots, or if you prefer coins like Canadian Maple Leafs, British Royal Arms and Britannias, Australian Koalas and Kangaroos, Rands, American Eagles, and so on and so on. Which is handy if your budget doesn’t quite run to gold. At the time of writing, a one ounce silver coin is coming in at anything from just over thirty euro’s to the high forties. Slightly more than thirty to forty quid in UK money. If push comes to shove, it’s all specie. All cash money and legal tender.
Back in Canada, the recent cold winter weather is still biting, yet still the idiot child masquerading as the Prime Minister is planning to hike the already sky high cost of living for all Canadians even further. Yet when challenged is adamant that it will reduce prices. Sister in law and hubby over on Vancouver Island BC are looking to bail out, but I fear they’ve left it too late. They’re talking about going back to the UK, but that probably won’t be a great move.
Ireland for us is proving better by the day. Our neighbours like us, and I spent a good part of yesterday negotiating grazing rights in exchange for land maintenance. We don’t have the kit but they do, so, fair exchange is no robbery and as what we’ve agreed has no monetary ticket, it can’t be taxed by the bureaucrats and politicians. Non nocere non turpi.
The Bill Sticker Alternative 