Sunday, March 28 – My breakfast, this day, consisted of a two egg omelet, white toast, one glass of milk and a small three ounce breakfast steak. Hmm, I sat at my dining table and pondered whether this meal qualified as a true Paleo Diet or was it a only a cheap DanO Diet knockoff? That was the question before me on that Sunday morning. (The day before, my bathroom scale had informed me, that I once again, I needed to keep an eye on my weight).
I really couldn’t blame myself too much for the weight gain. I’d stopped drinking beer (a favorite pastime) two weeks earlier, mainly due to the fact that I felt I’d been abusing that privilege due to a mild depression. In my defense, the continuing Covid virus thing along with Biden and his border problems had caused me to imbibe a tad more than would have been normal. I swear. It was just my nerves and all. So, I quit a couple of weeks ago, only to fill that gap with another type of comfort food… potato chips!
Heaving a sigh, I drank some milk. And, I thought to myself, ‘now that item was definitely not Paleolithic‘. Mainly because back then, everyone was lactose intolerant and any kind of milk other than female breast milk would have made one sick. OK, one point down, three more to go. Next, I eyed the omelet and the breakfast steak. OK, those items would be definitely be considered ‘Paleolithicish’, as I was sure that both would have fallen under the ‘hunter gatherers’ purview.
That left me the question about the toast. Not Paleo, right? Wrong. Interestingly, back thirty two thousand years ago, it seems that primitive man was routinely grinding a wild oat species (avena barbata) and turning it into a form of flour! That flour was apparently mixed with water and then heated before being consumed – So, it was in point of fact, a crude form of bread! Sitting there eating, I smiled to myself and thought, well three out of four ain’t bad!