Hunter-Gatherers

I made a breakfast for myself.

I heated up the last of the spinach soup that was left, and it was paltry sustenance, indeed. What ended up in my bowl was about a half cup of soup.

Looking at the contents of the rice bowl, I was struck that there were about four pieces of spinach leaf, a half a thumb's worth of chicken, few enough rice bits to count, a couple tiny chunks of onion, and some tomato sauce juice. You could pretty much gather the equivalent in a morning's walk and add it to your Hunter's slivers of pheasant or rabbit, and that would be a meal.

I was quite satiated until lunchtime, with that half bowl of soup.

What the hell are we stuffing our bodies with?