This many things make a post
Oct. 23rd, 2010 01:09 pmActually, I walked in the door and thought "Ooh, I should post that thought!" - and by the time I'd taken my boots off and remembered the half-dozen other things I had to do immediately, I had of course lost that thought entirely. It's only one letter different, y'know.
So instead, I shall post randomly, because one could not possibly not-post.
Someone thought it would be a bright idea to erect an open-air climbing wall, with ropes and slings and attendant persons and all sorts, for kids to Discover! Climbing! on - only they thought this would be a good idea in Newcastle town centre in late October. Granted it's a Saturday, but still: it's bitter cold and freezing wet out there, town is empty, no one wants to play on their wall. No one at all. There are just the attendants, utterly muffled to the eyes in scarves and gloves and hoods and heavy coats and sadness.
Talking of sadness, I hate being this predictable, but the year is turning into dark and so am I; and it would probably be a good idea not to feel too sad to turn on the blue-light thingie that is maybe going to alleviate my sadness.
But! Helen and Mark are coming to dinner. I am inventing things, including but not limited to a new way of mixing ciabatta-dough (in a food mixer that lacks a dough hook: it's not ideal, but hey) and a pear-and-ginger sticky pudding cake thingie. Also, potato-and-beetroot gratin. I am currently cooking the beets, which I like to do whole and then peel 'em after. Trouble is, these beets came from my veggie bag, so of course there is a huge one and a middle-sized one and a tiny one. I am juggling time.
(If you're wondering why Brenchley is being a wuss and not mixing his ciabatta-dough by hand, that's because you've never mixed ciabatta-dough. Of course it can be done by hand, people have done it that way for generations; but it is an appallingly sticky process. One looks for an alternative.)
That seems to be about it, except for whatever I have forgotten. It might come back to me. If not, no matter. It's not like you hang on my every word, and are let down if I don't utter...
Oh, wait! I remember! Word of the Day: petrichor! The smell of rain on dry earth! (NB, geosmin is also found in beetroot. Which I am cooking. Which is why it was on my mind.)
So instead, I shall post randomly, because one could not possibly not-post.
Someone thought it would be a bright idea to erect an open-air climbing wall, with ropes and slings and attendant persons and all sorts, for kids to Discover! Climbing! on - only they thought this would be a good idea in Newcastle town centre in late October. Granted it's a Saturday, but still: it's bitter cold and freezing wet out there, town is empty, no one wants to play on their wall. No one at all. There are just the attendants, utterly muffled to the eyes in scarves and gloves and hoods and heavy coats and sadness.
Talking of sadness, I hate being this predictable, but the year is turning into dark and so am I; and it would probably be a good idea not to feel too sad to turn on the blue-light thingie that is maybe going to alleviate my sadness.
But! Helen and Mark are coming to dinner. I am inventing things, including but not limited to a new way of mixing ciabatta-dough (in a food mixer that lacks a dough hook: it's not ideal, but hey) and a pear-and-ginger sticky pudding cake thingie. Also, potato-and-beetroot gratin. I am currently cooking the beets, which I like to do whole and then peel 'em after. Trouble is, these beets came from my veggie bag, so of course there is a huge one and a middle-sized one and a tiny one. I am juggling time.
(If you're wondering why Brenchley is being a wuss and not mixing his ciabatta-dough by hand, that's because you've never mixed ciabatta-dough. Of course it can be done by hand, people have done it that way for generations; but it is an appallingly sticky process. One looks for an alternative.)
That seems to be about it, except for whatever I have forgotten. It might come back to me. If not, no matter. It's not like you hang on my every word, and are let down if I don't utter...
Oh, wait! I remember! Word of the Day: petrichor! The smell of rain on dry earth! (NB, geosmin is also found in beetroot. Which I am cooking. Which is why it was on my mind.)