My whole life seems to revolve around food.
Get up make breakfast for the humans, feed indoor cat and dog, go and feed horses.
Feed outdoor cats and dogs, go back and throw hay for horses, Oh look we have visitors, go make coffee and some nibbles for visitor. Time for a little recreational housework, then well look at that, lunch time already, make lunch.
Just finishing after lunch coffee, another visitor, make MORE coffee, dig out the nice cookies that are supposed to be for Easter, while making mental note to replace for Easter.
Eventually get time for afternoon riding, followed by feeding horses, out door cats and dogs, come in make supper, eat supper, feed inside cat and dog, clear up inevitable supper mess, slump on couch, just waiting someone sometime in the evening to suggest a snack
There seems to be little time in the day when I'm not actively involved in thoughts of food in some way or another, even if it is just worrying if there is enough hay left to last until the grass comes.