The same as I did before , really ... without the football avoidance .
Admiring the boats as they chug past , especially the huge ones whose masts tower above our three-storey building . Cycling through town , down Maria Luisa street and Button street to the gym and the odd desultory bit of exercise . Googling anything and everything ... pig gelatine and what it's doing in Becel Light , for instance . Cooking rather badly ( does anyone else have spells when they just can't cook anything edible , or is it just me ? ) and sewing something rather uninspired that will end up in the scrap box .
Having a post-holiday dip , in other words .
Luckily I haven't forgotten how to read . At the moment , I'm reading Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close in tiny bites ... it's Incredibly In Your Face and too sad and weird to read in one go . I've worked with quite a few autistic and ADHD children and tend to get sucked in , perhaps . But , while I can't say I'm enjoying it , I'm fascinated .
And , perforce , I'm plunking food on the table , edible or not . Çooking blight notwithstanding , I've found a chaas formula I like ( can't call it a recipe , really , since it's just buttermilk with spices and herbs , but wonderfully refreshing and good for you ) and , unexpectedly , a Cold Cure which I must share with you . In a little book titled Nepalese Kitchen , a Mrs. Laxmi Devi writes
"Doctor Turmeric ! For instant relief of cold , add 1/2 tsp. turmeric to a glass of hot milk and drink it ."
Not being fond of yellow milk I probably won't , but do let me know if it helps . She's obviously a splendid woman to have around ... her hiccup cure sounds failsafe , if less technicolour .
"Roast some peppercorns and breathe in deeply" .
She would probably whip me and my saucepans into shape in a trice .
3 comments:
I will tell my brother about the turmeric as he has a stinker at the moment.
And yes. I have made two thoroughly disgusting meals recently. Is it the change of season perhaps?
You’ll soon be on top of your game again cooking-wise. Daily catering can become a chore, can’t it. Actually, I find that if I aim for a really special meal once or twice a week I usually don’t feel bad about having sausage n mash occasionally. Or egg and chips. Somebody recommended that today as their special soul food.
End of summer one doesn’t feel one way or the other; there’ll soon be a nip in the air and all will fall back into place.
I think we all need a Mrs Devi sometimes.
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