A few days ago, four became two. Emily and Beccy finished for the season, but they will both be back. Emily in December and Beccy in the spring. Nevertheless it was a sad day. Emotionally, but also on a mathematical level.
- There are 3 meals in one day: Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner.
- There are 7 days in one week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... I think you get the picture.
- That equals: 7 * 3 = 21 Meals in a week.
- Subtract the breakfasts because they involve very little cooking, 21 - 7 = 14.
- Subtract the two non-breakfast meals we have on Iona, 14 - 2 = 12.
- Two days a week are days off, and that makes it easier to not do any cooking without feeling guilty, so maybe we can subtract an average 25% of the days-off non-breakfast meals that I was supposed to cook if it was a work day, 12 - (4 - 3,5) = 11,5, in the case of one other person (25% of 2 meals = 0,5 meals).
- There are only two of us here, which means that I have to cook 5,75 meals a week. 11,5 / 2 = 5,75.
I have to cook
((7 * 3) - 7 - 2 - (4 -3,5)) / 2, Meals a week!
Instead of the previous
((7 * 3) - 7 - 2 - (4 - 3,25)) / 4, Meals a week!
That is a difference of 2,9375 meals a week!
Needless to say, I got grumpy. Not only should I get cold, lonely and only see sun a few hours a day, I was also going to cook 2,9375 more meals a week. I needed to get all these frustrations out somehow. All this energy, frustration and adrenalin bottled up inside me.
I built a gingerbread Camas.
As you do.
Ginger bread Camas (up left), ginger bread south building (up right).
Ginger bread northbuilding (down left), gingerbread Camas (down right).
/ Josef