Having purchased two boxes (14 pouches) from Henry (who has subsisted off the paste-like gruel for 18 months) prior to his departure to Atlanta, I am positioned to make a sporting effort at the Soylent Challenge, should I commit. Unfortunately, getting past a psychological need for solid food and the self-soothing pleasures of eating (as opposed to slurping) has been a major impediment. Should I try and affix my mind on the early days of breast food nourishment? Do my memories go this far?
For those who measure such things, I blended two small bananas, two mini pears, and two unripe nectarines into today's Soylent concoction. I perfected this recipe yesterday, as I found it added significantly to the overall taste and gusto with which Soylent is consumed.
For the record: is 6:00 pm and I have still not eaten anything more solid than a pear core all day. Not hungry. Not dreaming of pizza and burgers. Not even that enthused by the idea of cooking lentil-tomatillo soup.