Good Friday
Nov. 19th, 2010 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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fjm in town. We met up for dinner last night; I risked actual food, and indeed actual alcohol, and all was well with me. Tho' we did go Japanese at my request (oh noes! one of Chaz'z favourite cuisines!) so that I could legitimately drink green tea mostly and have soup by and large. There was also tofu and kimchi (mmm, kimchi) and a little warm sake. Well, it's got to be good for you, hasn't it? It's warm! Like cats. Cats are warm, and therefore good for you. Never mind that they break wine-glasses when your back is turned. *cuddles cat*
So, yup. Am feeling all kinds of better. Still not best - I get spasms of dizzy and spasms of nausea, spasms of pain, and sleep is still more various than normal - but better enough to be functional. I'm library-bound, any moment now.
And tonight I can seefjm again; this is definitely a goodness, having people available who otherwise are not. There should be more of it. Y'all should come. Possibly not all at once, except to my party.
And then there's the chicken stock, promising soup at lunchtime. Oh, I could live on soup. Y'all were quite right last night, making me turn off the stock: in extension to which, it was of course in a slow cooker, which has a very very shallow temperature gradient, as it were. Still warm this morning, so flavour and goodness still ebbing from those bones into the liquor. Which is clear and fresh and golden and oh so good. When I come home, I shall roast tomatoes and carrots and a bulb of fennel and whiz it all together and love it and pet it and call it lunch.
fjm in town. We met up for dinner last night; I risked actual food, and indeed actual alcohol, and all was well with me. Tho' we did go Japanese at my request (oh noes! one of Chaz'z favourite cuisines!) so that I could legitimately drink green tea mostly and have soup by and large. There was also tofu and kimchi (mmm, kimchi) and a little warm sake. Well, it's got to be good for you, hasn't it? It's warm! Like cats. Cats are warm, and therefore good for you. Never mind that they break wine-glasses when your back is turned. *cuddles cat*So, yup. Am feeling all kinds of better. Still not best - I get spasms of dizzy and spasms of nausea, spasms of pain, and sleep is still more various than normal - but better enough to be functional. I'm library-bound, any moment now.
And tonight I can see
fjm again; this is definitely a goodness, having people available who otherwise are not. There should be more of it. Y'all should come. Possibly not all at once, except to my party.And then there's the chicken stock, promising soup at lunchtime. Oh, I could live on soup. Y'all were quite right last night, making me turn off the stock: in extension to which, it was of course in a slow cooker, which has a very very shallow temperature gradient, as it were. Still warm this morning, so flavour and goodness still ebbing from those bones into the liquor. Which is clear and fresh and golden and oh so good. When I come home, I shall roast tomatoes and carrots and a bulb of fennel and whiz it all together and love it and pet it and call it lunch.