My ride food sure is not depression food. Just check out this video!

Some of those things do sound weird; maybe because I’ve never had to desperately scrape together whatever I could find in order to eat at all (spoiled, aren’t I?). And hunger, as the old saying goes, is the best sauce. The segment beginning at 5:55 did give me an idea. “Mulligan Stew” sounds considerably more palatable than “garbage soup“!

I guess that the foods that I use for on-bike fueling were undreamed of in the 1930s; hence they’re not depression food. I do get things like FitCrunch bars on the cheap whenever I can (grab-bag bin finds at the salvage store); and economizing was certainly something that people had to do during those bleak Depression years. Maybe my ride food isn’t quite as un-depression as I think?

Yesterday evening I planned today’s ride food; and I got my drinks ready. And, of course, checked the weather.

The forecast predicted 73 degrees at 7 am; and up to 82 degrees by 11 am. Skies, mostly sunny to partly cloudy. I didn’t like the wind forecast. I think that 14 mph is pretty strong; and a South wind seems to give me headwind trouble both going out and coming back.

Bare legs, of course, meant I had to use a lot more sunblock. By the time I was back home, I had applied four layers! Often I don’t bother to wash it off; but my skin feels better if I do.

Now my thoughts are turning to lunch. I haven’t decided what to eat; but not depression food.