Cat-astrophes

There is nothing quite like a few slices of pumpernickel in the morning. It's almost like compacted bread - it takes up less room, but may even be more filling...

Usually I couple a slice of pumpernickel with a range of toppings - my favourite is cranberry sauce, baby spinach, turkey and Camembert cheese. Another is the simple but classic cream cheese & smoked salmon...but I only ever eat it as an open sandwich.

Today I decided to walk on the wild side and make a closed sandwich with the little dark rye bread...(yep, holidays must be in full swing when sandwich making becomes exciting...)

Pumpernickel is not so good for this purpose...the squeeze-factor involved when eating a sandwich puts too much stress on the bread for it to remain intact...and the result is many many pieces of squishy rye all over my floor.

Many pieces.

Many squishy pieces.

This brings me to a new dilemma.
Food sometimes scares me...emetophobia is a fear of vomiting...not only do I fear it, but there are a stack of things I 'can't do' because of it. Now over the years I have improved a little - I can now drink orange juice again - still can't even think about drinking apple juice. I can't eat fruit more than 4 days after I have bought it, nor consume food that has been made/cooked after the second day. Silly, I know...but I guess that's the nature of it - it's irrational.

What does this have to do with pumpernickel?

One of my little 'quirks' involves picking up food off the ground. I will do it, because obviously it needs to be done, but I start to get anxious...I don't know how my head seems to think that picking up dropped food is going to make me sick...it's not like I'm licking the floor...

Hmmm...anyway, so after cleaning up after breakfast I had to go lie down from emotional exhaustion.

I think I need to get out of the house...

xxx