Okay, this is odd
May. 29th, 2012 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI'm sure I had half a dozen things I wanted to post about, but they have all fallen out of my head. In lieu of those, you may as well have this; it seems to be all I have, and it's good to share.
I dunno. I was really really tired last night, and I slept okay - indeed, I slept through Barry being his usual 5am nuisance - and I didn't want to get out of bed when Karen went off to work, either. But I dragged myself up and footled around in my usual manner, did administrative things, drank coffee, read stuff. Got my shit together, more or less, and headed off to the Palace Cafe downtown, which is my current office-in-exile. Where I drank more coffee and ate a blackberry muffin and edited Pandaemonium on paper until the cafe started filling up for this odd US notion of when lunch should be; and then I headed off to the grocery store and the hardware store to shop for tonight, because I have a grill and I'm damn well going to play with it.
And I bought various things in various places, and headed home for lunch - to find when I got in that it was half-past two already, which is just crazy and I have no idea where that time went. So I worried for a couple of minutes over what I should do for lunch, so that I wouldn't still be feeling well-fed when K came home for dinner - until I realised that it really wasn't a worry at all, because I wasn't in the least hungry and really couldn't be bothered with lunch.
Um. Also, I feel a little, I dunno, dizzy and detached. I may not be entirely well, perhaps? I can haz the first intimation of a con crud...?
Happily, the urge to eat and the urge to cook seem to be entirely separate in me. Today is a first run at the low-and-slow notion of barbecue, coupled with does-hardwood-charcoal-really-make-a-difference? So I started the grill going in a spirit of curiosity, would mesquite hardwood charcoal be as easy as briquettes to light in my chimney? And the answer to that is "oh, yes." Actually, I think it's even easier. Faster, hotter.
So we have a little pile of glowing coals at one end of the grill, and a big lump of marinated pork at the other end, and a long stretch of time ahead, and we'll see what happens.
I may actually go to bed, though. I don't nap willingly, but... Yeah. Might go to bed.
I dunno. I was really really tired last night, and I slept okay - indeed, I slept through Barry being his usual 5am nuisance - and I didn't want to get out of bed when Karen went off to work, either. But I dragged myself up and footled around in my usual manner, did administrative things, drank coffee, read stuff. Got my shit together, more or less, and headed off to the Palace Cafe downtown, which is my current office-in-exile. Where I drank more coffee and ate a blackberry muffin and edited Pandaemonium on paper until the cafe started filling up for this odd US notion of when lunch should be; and then I headed off to the grocery store and the hardware store to shop for tonight, because I have a grill and I'm damn well going to play with it.
And I bought various things in various places, and headed home for lunch - to find when I got in that it was half-past two already, which is just crazy and I have no idea where that time went. So I worried for a couple of minutes over what I should do for lunch, so that I wouldn't still be feeling well-fed when K came home for dinner - until I realised that it really wasn't a worry at all, because I wasn't in the least hungry and really couldn't be bothered with lunch.
Um. Also, I feel a little, I dunno, dizzy and detached. I may not be entirely well, perhaps? I can haz the first intimation of a con crud...?
Happily, the urge to eat and the urge to cook seem to be entirely separate in me. Today is a first run at the low-and-slow notion of barbecue, coupled with does-hardwood-charcoal-really-make-a-difference? So I started the grill going in a spirit of curiosity, would mesquite hardwood charcoal be as easy as briquettes to light in my chimney? And the answer to that is "oh, yes." Actually, I think it's even easier. Faster, hotter.
So we have a little pile of glowing coals at one end of the grill, and a big lump of marinated pork at the other end, and a long stretch of time ahead, and we'll see what happens.
I may actually go to bed, though. I don't nap willingly, but... Yeah. Might go to bed.
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Date: 2012-05-30 02:55 am (UTC)