I am never hungry in the evenings, I don't know why, but I like being slender, so no complaints, even if it does interfere with some social activities, since other folk often want their friends to join them in meals. "evenings" is something that my body defines on its own, that may or may not actually relate to what the clock says. All I know is that during the day I tend to want food every hour or two (sometimes more often), so I try to eat only tiny amounts each time my tum announces it wants more food, knowing that it is just going to ask again, soon. But at some magic point in the late afternoon/early evening my body decides it has had enough for the day, and suddenly I am simply not interested in food, no matter how much I may like what is being offered, the thought of actually eating anything becomes unappealing at all. This tends to happen earlier on days when I eat lots early in the day, and later on days that I am busy or don't have access to food for some reason, but generally sometime between 4 and 7 pm I suddenly lose interest in eating. Once it happens it doesn't matter how late I stay up, the interest in food doesn't come back. I quit eating at 16:00 on Saturday, then stayed up late dancing at the ball and hanging out with people afterwards and didn't go to sleep till I got on the bus at 05:00, and never once thought about wanting food till after I had a nap on the bus--when I woke when I arrived at the airport I was hungry, and glad that I am smart enough to bring museli with me so that I've got breakfast ready when I am!
We actually baked the tarts late enough in the day that I'd already lost interest in eating, so even if we'd had something set asside it wouldn't have helped. I might have been able to get a slice of one (we baked them in large tart pans, not individual servings) during the day Saturday, but I didn't ask. I did ask to sample the spinach tarts (which were cooked in individual size pockets), and enjoyed the three I took.
Banquet was the word the autocrat used, it might be a translation of the Swedish word. In this case the food was set out on a side board for people to help themselves whenever they liked--the main activity of the evening was the dancing, with interspersed performances of singing and theatre, and other breaks for general socializing.
I do attend SCA feasts, though I rarely get to eat at them, since so many of them aren't served till 19:00 or later, by which time I am so not interested in food. Therefore I often volunteer to serve, since I won't be eating anyway. Sometimes I sit at a table with friends and work on a hand project while they eat. I really love the rare events, such as Mists Bardic, where the food is served at intervals between 11:00 and 17:30, which is when I want to be eating, often. In that case they serve some food, the competitors wishing to be the next Bard of the Mists perform their 1st round piece, and while the judges retire to another room to consult as to the relative merits of each piece performed other performers get up to offer entertainment, or the folk attending the event do some dancing or playing games. Then they bring out more food, round 2 performances happen, followed by more dancing, games, and entertainment. Repeat for 5 full rounds. Much fun! I also really enjoyed a tournament I attended in Brisbane, Australia--where the "feast" was naught more than people carrying around trays of finger food (veg, meat, or fruit tarts, rolls, fruit, cheese, etc) at random intervals all day long while we watched the tournament. It was perfect for me, every time I was feeling hungry someone walked past and offered me something. Alas, some attendees complained that they didn't get to sit down to a meal. Never mind that many of them ate just as much, if not more, as they would have had they sat at a table.
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Date: 2010-11-29 02:55 pm (UTC)We actually baked the tarts late enough in the day that I'd already lost interest in eating, so even if we'd had something set asside it wouldn't have helped. I might have been able to get a slice of one (we baked them in large tart pans, not individual servings) during the day Saturday, but I didn't ask. I did ask to sample the spinach tarts (which were cooked in individual size pockets), and enjoyed the three I took.
Banquet was the word the autocrat used, it might be a translation of the Swedish word. In this case the food was set out on a side board for people to help themselves whenever they liked--the main activity of the evening was the dancing, with interspersed performances of singing and theatre, and other breaks for general socializing.
I do attend SCA feasts, though I rarely get to eat at them, since so many of them aren't served till 19:00 or later, by which time I am so not interested in food. Therefore I often volunteer to serve, since I won't be eating anyway. Sometimes I sit at a table with friends and work on a hand project while they eat. I really love the rare events, such as Mists Bardic, where the food is served at intervals between 11:00 and 17:30, which is when I want to be eating, often. In that case they serve some food, the competitors wishing to be the next Bard of the Mists perform their 1st round piece, and while the judges retire to another room to consult as to the relative merits of each piece performed other performers get up to offer entertainment, or the folk attending the event do some dancing or playing games. Then they bring out more food, round 2 performances happen, followed by more dancing, games, and entertainment. Repeat for 5 full rounds. Much fun! I also really enjoyed a tournament I attended in Brisbane, Australia--where the "feast" was naught more than people carrying around trays of finger food (veg, meat, or fruit tarts, rolls, fruit, cheese, etc) at random intervals all day long while we watched the tournament. It was perfect for me, every time I was feeling hungry someone walked past and offered me something. Alas, some attendees complained that they didn't get to sit down to a meal. Never mind that many of them ate just as much, if not more, as they would have had they sat at a table.
yay for stairs and singing!