Thursday evening, going down
Nov. 26th, 2009 07:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt has been suggested to me - on more than one occasion, actually - that I am entitled to a little downtime, even when I can't afford it.
Actually, right now I don't have the choice. I can't sit here without cramping up. So: this is me, going down. Going downstairs. Making comfort food and giving up.
Lunch, oddly, was vampire chicken caesar salad (which, for the curious, is the residue of Mary's vampire chicken salad - that's chicken and beetroot and pine nuts and melon and red pepper and parsley and iceberg, largely - refreshed with crispy sourdough croutons). Dinner will be my standard pork-belly chilli (with carrots and mushrooms and onions and garlic and smoked paprika and such) on rice (with cabbage and more mushrooms and onions and garlic and such), but I'm also baking a post-apocalypse cake, for I am a survivor (as we all are, until that moment that we cease surviving). This is intended for those bleak winter days after Christmas, when everyone else has had a surfeit of fruitcake and I have not. So: whatever dried fruit I had in the house is now soaking with grated apple and orange juice-and-zest and lemon juice-and-zest and marsala, and tomorrow I will add spices and flour and ground almonds and such, and bake something slow and dark and gorgeous. I used myself to be slow and dark and gorgeous, but no more. Ah, those whirligigs of time...
Now: a marathon of Kill Bill, vols one and two. With chilli, and a bottle of wine, and a toast to Jay Lake's health, ongoing and improving and such.
PS - if a DVD is jumping and breaking up and such, is this a faulty DVD or a faulty player, most likely? And would a better newer player (for this one is very old) overcome any incipient faults in the disk, most likely?
Actually, right now I don't have the choice. I can't sit here without cramping up. So: this is me, going down. Going downstairs. Making comfort food and giving up.
Lunch, oddly, was vampire chicken caesar salad (which, for the curious, is the residue of Mary's vampire chicken salad - that's chicken and beetroot and pine nuts and melon and red pepper and parsley and iceberg, largely - refreshed with crispy sourdough croutons). Dinner will be my standard pork-belly chilli (with carrots and mushrooms and onions and garlic and smoked paprika and such) on rice (with cabbage and more mushrooms and onions and garlic and such), but I'm also baking a post-apocalypse cake, for I am a survivor (as we all are, until that moment that we cease surviving). This is intended for those bleak winter days after Christmas, when everyone else has had a surfeit of fruitcake and I have not. So: whatever dried fruit I had in the house is now soaking with grated apple and orange juice-and-zest and lemon juice-and-zest and marsala, and tomorrow I will add spices and flour and ground almonds and such, and bake something slow and dark and gorgeous. I used myself to be slow and dark and gorgeous, but no more. Ah, those whirligigs of time...
Now: a marathon of Kill Bill, vols one and two. With chilli, and a bottle of wine, and a toast to Jay Lake's health, ongoing and improving and such.
PS - if a DVD is jumping and breaking up and such, is this a faulty DVD or a faulty player, most likely? And would a better newer player (for this one is very old) overcome any incipient faults in the disk, most likely?