Food

Berkeley, Saturday, June 6, 2026 5:48 PM

Food as any other activity is supposed to be healing. A fuel to do good works.

I have to leave in a few minutes. So this might be incomplete.

I was blessed to show up yesterday, within a ok time at the office. It was a day to be there.

A problem came with the preparations the day before. And a short night of sleep. Or even skipping sleeping one day.

Lunch I accept. A burrito is fine. It’s contents are good. But I do prefer when they do the whole thing in front of you. I did not have time the chance to ask to not add all those sauces, such as mayonnaise, and other common ones. The wrap up, might not be that healthy, but it is convenient to have food on the go, on the road. I do love tacos. I learned that from a friend. So, no problem here.

I mentioned that from the sauces.

Later on the day, and on a different place, around diner time, I have to make a phone call, before entering to an exhibit, and before another trip, and a concert, so my day, with short sleep, was going to have at least 5 or 6 hours more from that point.

The call plan, although, at first assessment, I thought it did not work. It seems that it might have been a good idea. I do prefer to sit and focus to deliver a call. Not a generalization though. I entered a Chinese restaurant, which was next door to the gallery. Chinese food is one of the best of the world, but depends where, and depends what one order. It is a large country. Cantonese food is very good. But in this case, still there was not time to eat. In the morning I had packed a can of tuna fish. It is convenient. But because of the activities I was not going to have a place to sit and eat. At the restaurant, the goal was to make the call. Because the next door gallery, and the my acquaintance artist, the one who made the sculptures, was going to be there until 6.30. A treat by the way that the author show you his works. So, to make the call to someone else, the owner of the restaurant asked me to order something if I one to make the call there. It made sense, but I was not going to eat. So, I order spring rolls. Not thinking to much on it. But as a close reference from 5 days ago, but then I ate with a friend Vietnamese summer rolls, or the ones that are not deep friend. Because I was going to be on the road. I thought it was a good idea. At the end eating there was not the main plan. I received very good tea thought.

I ordered the spring rolls to go. Filled up my water bottle with the good tea. Showed up to the gallery. That was great.

Left the gallery. Entered the restaurant, I have 7 minutes before a bus to make my path shorter arrive. That part was odd. Because the lady did not tell me where to sit, then the owner or so, who did not speak English, though in San Francisco, asked me to move to another table of one. It was dinner time, of course, they needed to receive their customers, although, some folks shared me peaceful a table with me. Ok. Time allowed me to eat one spring roll. Those are the deep fried version. It was good. But the quantity is problematic. I kept going. Catch the bus just in time.

Had a bit more of energy. Arrived to the concert to the third song or so. Still was way to go in the concert which was great. In the intermezzo. I had two spring rolls. Otherwise, I could have fallen slept.

Walked with a friend to downtown, now this is the east bay, where my bike was. Then, biked home. this was midnight already. Going to sleep then it could have been a good idea. I ate the tuna fish, three spring rolls, and 2 ounces of wine. Then, to realize how unhealthy the deep fried spring rolls can be. And 6 of them in 6 hours. There might be mental or emotional lapses, which can cause those things, which I need to put close attention. At the end to perform in life, food is a healing thing, one should not heal from the food. It could have any consequences, although, things not feel bad. Also, there is this thing of sometimes, people gives me food, which is great. It is a generous, attitude of one, to whom one might listen to. On Wednesday, I believe, someone at a restaurant, also in San Francisco, gave me probably a tiramisu dessert. I ate it also when I arrived at home late.

A week ago or so, I bought at the market a cup, like a pie of Turkey, which was good. But it enter in this category of carbs. Well, i would need to read. It felt heavy. Although, baked not fired. The other problem is eating late.

It is about optimizing things again. Cooking either at dinner or breakfast. Do not stop the daily progress. Food is to keep going to to wonder if bloated, which is not the case, but about any health consequences. Another people can influence one. Something about disciple would stick out. I will just keep myself, and probably others on check. Not time to read in detail. But will keep learning from interactions, noticing things, reflecting.