I Must Have Been a Thin Farmer in Another Life

What in the world makes me believe that I was a thin farmer in another life?  Well, the thin part is just wishful thinking, but my hunger patterns follow those of a farmer.  I am not a nighttime eater, nor am I a real snacker.  My hungriest time of the day is 4:00 in the afternoon.  Twenty-first century eating patterns are just not good for me.  Making a late dinner my biggest and often most social meal of the day is just not satisfying to me and surely contributes to extra pounds.


Let’s consider the life of a farmer 100 years ago, like so many of my kin.  A farmer got up early, ate a little something, went out and worked. When the hottest part of the day came and the loved one in the house had spent all morning preparing a big meal, mostly of the things they raised, like stewed chicken, pickled watermelon rind, stewed tomatoes and snap beans, the farmer would come in and take a break and eat their largest meal of the day.


After a little rest, said farmer would return to work.  At the end of the day after a small supper and I mean small, like some clabbered milk (that’s like yogurt to old southern cooks) and a peach the farmer would fall in to bed dead tired.


This spring I made a renewed commitment to my vegetable garden.  It involved digging out 10 yards (That is almost a full dump truck for those of you unfamiliar with how big a yard is) of old unproductive dirt from the gardens beside my driveway and replaced it with 10 yards of new compost.  That meant digging out and shoveling in was required.  By far the best free exercise program around.


This was the perfect year to do it because it turned out we had the most glorious spring I have ever seen in Durham.  Planting and weeding were not such horrible chores and the rain helped with watering.  As has been previously discussed, I became a one-person squash factory and thus far have harvested over 300 pounds of both zucchini and yellow squash and that is not because I let them grow too big.


My frugality and attachment to something I grew means that I have to try and eat my harvest.  Thank goodness I only grow healthy vegetables and don’t have cows from which I could make cheese; that would be a weight-gaining farming situation.


In the spirit or my farming heritage I am going to try the farm meal plan and eat my larger meal in the middle of the day to see if the 4:00 hungries disappear and have supper instead of dinner as my evening meal.  I will report later how this plan works.  For now, I am going out to the garden to pick my dinner.

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