When in doubt, cook...

[desperance]

Depressed again today - or not depressed, really, just deeply fed up with almost everything. So of course I went shopping, in my favourite Asian foodstore.

And came home with giant prawns and baby aubergines, with coconut milk and lemongrass and tiny limes that you can eat whole like kumquats, and a sort of squash that might be an overgrown courgette/zucchini or it might be an undergrown marrow, or just possibly something else altogether.

Also with pasta made of rice and rice made of pasta, because nothing ever should be what it seems.

So, I shall make a kind of Thai curry with all those good things, and dish it up with macaroni-shaped rice pasta, which I have decided to call risimac. And we shall see what that's like.

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

I once had occasion to visit what I believe to be the true Pooh Sticks Bridge; it is at any rate v close to where Milne himself lived in Ashdown Forest (in the very house where Brian Jones would later drown in the swimming pool). Furthermore, I offer two items of evidence: (a) there is not a Pooh Stick to be had for miles around, the woods are entirely swept clean of fallen twigs; and (b) while we were there, a troop of smug children arrived with their own sticks, presumably pre-warned. And flung them in - and watched them sink, utterly unfloating. It was clear to me that the buoyancy of the water had been entirely worn away by generations of children playing Pooh Sticks...

[lamentables.livejournal.com]

Heeee! I did not know buoyancy could be worn out. I have too much buoyancy (makes snorkelling difficult), so perhaps I could wear it out in some manner. Preferably a manner not involving generations of children.