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What to feed soldiers and how much has been a concern and debate of their quartermasters and political representatives since the day someone decided guarding should be a permanent separate job instead of a communal part-time duty.
Some preferred to starve their soldiers and let the insane and enraged work at fevered pace- give them just enough to sustain life over the months, and no more, bad enough sometimes that the very muscles required withered with willpower.
Some preferred to feed their soldiers as reward. And feed. And feed. Legends of fat and over-content soldiers being massacred by vicious and savage hordes of the enemies they were supposed to guard against have become so common as to be a cliche over the many thousands of years.
Others decide, often for the soldiers, what is healthy and what will be alloted, and keep them to it.
In general, Darth is not a quartermaster and could easily be speaking out of turn, but as a soldier, there are basic elements that one can combine in a single bowl-serving that help sustain one.
Bread/rice/potato/tortilla works for fiber and for general sustenance as staples, of course, and vegetation makes the body work far better with eyesight and energy reserves. Meat or beans for protein and muscle are a given.
Sweets and condiments and the lovely sugars are unfortunately counterproductive, as are many dairy products, though these can in limited and correct quantities maintain and improve bone structure and bone density. The healthier the bones, the healthier the blood, the healthier the blood, the healthier the muscle, the healthier the muscle, the healthier the soldier.
With this in mind, historical meals combining these things come to mind. The non-fat and butterless version of cottage pie, for example, or what you might call shepard's pie if it had mutton. Or a nice gumbo. Chili with pepper, carrot, and bread. Thin curries or broths or stews made without the more pleasant tastes and economically.
Sandwiches.
Amalgamation meals, like gruel or the above, are both easier for a cook to make rapidly and can contain in one serving the required elements that other means of cooking or serving them independently would take several for to prepare properly.
In modern times, the MRE, or Meal Ready to Eat, is a chemically prepared set of substances that will cook themselves for the soldier and offer proper nutrition out of what were moments before simply packets of ingredient and dusty chemical.
The question of how many MREs go where to whom and what is healthy is again decided by quartermasters and scientists. And politicians.
... I'm hungry.
Forgive my overwinded thought train on that.
Some preferred to starve their soldiers and let the insane and enraged work at fevered pace- give them just enough to sustain life over the months, and no more, bad enough sometimes that the very muscles required withered with willpower.
Some preferred to feed their soldiers as reward. And feed. And feed. Legends of fat and over-content soldiers being massacred by vicious and savage hordes of the enemies they were supposed to guard against have become so common as to be a cliche over the many thousands of years.
Others decide, often for the soldiers, what is healthy and what will be alloted, and keep them to it.
In general, Darth is not a quartermaster and could easily be speaking out of turn, but as a soldier, there are basic elements that one can combine in a single bowl-serving that help sustain one.
Bread/rice/potato/tortilla works for fiber and for general sustenance as staples, of course, and vegetation makes the body work far better with eyesight and energy reserves. Meat or beans for protein and muscle are a given.
Sweets and condiments and the lovely sugars are unfortunately counterproductive, as are many dairy products, though these can in limited and correct quantities maintain and improve bone structure and bone density. The healthier the bones, the healthier the blood, the healthier the blood, the healthier the muscle, the healthier the muscle, the healthier the soldier.
With this in mind, historical meals combining these things come to mind. The non-fat and butterless version of cottage pie, for example, or what you might call shepard's pie if it had mutton. Or a nice gumbo. Chili with pepper, carrot, and bread. Thin curries or broths or stews made without the more pleasant tastes and economically.
Sandwiches.
Amalgamation meals, like gruel or the above, are both easier for a cook to make rapidly and can contain in one serving the required elements that other means of cooking or serving them independently would take several for to prepare properly.
In modern times, the MRE, or Meal Ready to Eat, is a chemically prepared set of substances that will cook themselves for the soldier and offer proper nutrition out of what were moments before simply packets of ingredient and dusty chemical.
The question of how many MREs go where to whom and what is healthy is again decided by quartermasters and scientists. And politicians.
... I'm hungry.
Forgive my overwinded thought train on that.
Literature
Hospital oddities
i. ask your housekeeper if you require fresh fruit
ii. give me the words but not the pain;
give me the warmth of the fire without the flames
the future might change but the past stays the same
give me a life without any grief
give me hope without the need for blind belief
the past might change but the future stays the same?
iii. i don’t believe in the scars that I’ve got
or the spaces between.
there was once a whole person there.
i outgrew her aged four.
iv. water is a vegetarian option
(as is milk)
v. i am on my own
(i am always gonna be this way)
vi. we’re all angels here
(no love ,we’re all insane)
vii. did
Literature
Decay
"Are you a god, lost one?"
Rage. Consuming, burning rage. For the longest time, that was all he knew.
"Forgive me, but one of your
strength cannot be allowed to simply roam free."
The creature quaked with the sheer Power inside him. Muscles coiled in anger and chafed against heavy iron restraints. Chains rattled and clanked like hellish music in his struggle. He sought release, release for the fury boiling his blood and brain.
"Quite a filthy beast, aren't you?"
Death-scent clung to his oily, matted fur. Fruitless efforts at breaking his bonds slowly drained the vitality out of him; bones jutted out of a once sinuous and lean body.
Literature
2 Sentence Story
It was a dark and stormy night.
The Earth cradled itself in blankets of black clouds, awaiting its end.
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FFF Y U TALK ABOUT FOOD, MY FRIEND?
I WAS TRYING TO AVOID THINKING ABOUT FOOD. It's hard enough as it is, what with chili, and shepherd's pie, and gumbo... And stew... And sandwiches... And linguini alfredo... Mmm... And cheeseburgers... And pot-stickers... And sushie... Mmmmmmm... FFFFFFFFF *grabs last pouch of candy from stash and starts stuffing face*
I bfame you fuh fiff.
I WAS TRYING TO AVOID THINKING ABOUT FOOD. It's hard enough as it is, what with chili, and shepherd's pie, and gumbo... And stew... And sandwiches... And linguini alfredo... Mmm... And cheeseburgers... And pot-stickers... And sushie... Mmmmmmm... FFFFFFFFF *grabs last pouch of candy from stash and starts stuffing face*
I bfame you fuh fiff.