6.30

[desperance]

God, I love doing this. Where I've been happily working away up here (it's been a good working day - at last! - and I was thinking about posting re that, but I've been distracted by this) and then was reminded by fussing cat that it was probably time I started thinking about our dinners, so I went downstairs, turned on the radio and set to work on a mutton curry. Something of this, something of that; a glance at a recipe, but nah, don't think I'll do that, let's try this instead; chop chop, sizzle sizzle, stir stir; suddenly noticed deeply agitated cat at my feet, checked the time and it was in fact an hour later, and His Tea was Late!!

So the curry is simmering itself into fiery tenderness, the rice is boiled and ready to pulao (sheesh, that looks so Chinese, y'know? There are of course five-and-twenty ways of constructing transliterated spellings, but maybe I'd better say pilau, to retain a sense of national clarity), the cat is fat and slumpy and I am back at work. Tippy-tappy-typey, with regular excursions downstairs to stir the curry and refresh the wineglass and the plate of little nibbles. This is just the best way to spend an evening: cookage and workage. Happy Chaz.

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