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Today I will be mostly cooking All The Things.

Later, I will be making marmalade; but right now I have a couple of kilos of brisket on-the-bone all chopped into lovely chunks and seething gently in the slow cooker with onions and garlic and smoked chillies and dried chillies and fresh chillies and -- what? What are you trying to say?

Okay, so capseicin is mentally addictive. We know this. It's like exercise, all those lovely endorphins set loose to swim around your brain-matter. That's fine; I don't care. I can be addicted, I've done it before. And I like chillies, and I don't want to go out for a run. It's raining.

As it happens, I have been out in the rain, because I needed kidney beans. If you can't find your things this morning today, it may be because I have cooked them, but more likely your house is hiding stuff. I'm increasingly convinced that mine is. We had the Great Mysterious Pudding-Basin Disappearance before Xmas (only resolved by m'good friend Simon giving me new pudding basins for my birthday); now we have the Vanishing Sack of Kidney Beans. There are, I know, two kilos of beans in this house. Somewhere. They are ... not discoverable. Which is why they were not put to soak last night, which is why I am doing the emergency thing this morning today of soaking new-bought beans in freshly-boiled water for a while before I cook 'em up and add them to the chilli for the last hour or two. It's not ideal, but what is?

Nothing today, that's for sure. I keep trying to type "this morning", and then remembering that it's afternoon already. I slept badly and didn't get out of bed till after ten, which is almost unheard-of these days. Little paws may have been a little stompy; that whole Sunday lie-in, late breakfast notion? Not a cat thing. Apparently.

Also, rain. Not a cat thing. There's this little black cat lives on my walk home from the shops, who always comes over the road for a chat when he sees me. Today he was positively shouting from halfway down the street, would I please turn off this bloody wet and/or let him into his house, kplzthx? Alas, I was unable to help in either regard. Manifest failure, I haz it.

As witness, today - when not cooking All The Things - I will be mostly watching movies, I suspect. And/or reading books. Today the struggle naught availeth. With any luck, availing will be resumed tomorrow.
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