Whoops. Vanished again. I have no excuse other than my chronic ailments flaring up and
my long-term clinical depression making
itself known a severe case of the blues. I needed some 'me' time alone.
In my absence, we have celebrated our eighteenth wedding anniversary and Bob’s 11th birthday!
The Domestic Part
I have been cooking a lot from scratch lately, trying to get past my aversion to 'bowl food' or 'all together food' as opposed to a meal where the food is separate from each other. It seems an occupational hazard when it comes to vegan cooking. My aversion to 'all together' food isn't some sort of weird food OCD thing, just an aversion to day after day of food in a bowl or slopped onto a plate ... well not slopped, but you get the idea.
One day saw me in the kitchen making three different (vegan) stews (chickpea and aubergine, Argentinean and a general casserole with bits and bobs from the freezer and fridge), so I could batch freeze double portions to take us into autumn. I ended up with seven tubs in the freezer that day and have made it a weekly habit.
The Exploratory Part
I have also been exploring different teas. I was once hooked on Ceylon, but always like to give others a go. We tried Assam, which was right up Andy’s street, but leave it to brew too long and it’s just too strong for me. Then Darjeeling, which was one I really liked, but Andy wasn’t so keen, as he likes more robust teas. Then we tried Lapsang Souchong … never again. Never. Never ever. I opened the tea packet and was hit square in the face with a smell like a bonfire. We gave it the benefit of the doubt mind you. I swear I have never had a cup of tea which you can smell from a different room. I’d go further … the whole place was filled with the smell of Lapsang Souchong which to us was not pleasant. I could smell it three rooms away from the kitchen. In fact I started to feel nauseous a quarter of the way in and I ended up throwing it away which I never do to tea, sacred drink that it is. It certainly wasn’t the sort of tea you would offer a guest. Andy had to make an emergency tea run and I had to buy a new tea canister, as the Lapsang Souchong tainted my metal caddy and nothing I could do would get the smell out! Thankfully Waitrose were off loading their summer picnic stock, so I picked up a set of three canisters for £1.50.
The Film and Telly Part
I was left on my lonesome last night and if Thursday nights alone have taught me anything, then it's there is nothing on the telly that interests me on a Thursday evening and that there's no one home to make me a glass of gin and cranberry (yes, I could make it myself and I did, it's just nice to be made a drink). I had the foresight to record a film to watch and opted for one I had only seen just recently, 2015’s Mr Right. Oh how I adore this film and I might have a weeny crush on Sam Rockwell in this film. It finished just in time for me to see Legend again. Ahh, film Ronnie Kray, how I adore you.
Then there was Twin Peaks: The Return. Wow. Oh my. Episode Eight ............. I must admit, initially I found it difficult to get into, but then I became hooked in. Also, I was very impressed with the use of that superb song by The Platters in this series. Someone has offered to lend us Fire Walk With Me, too, so I’m looking forward to that.
I also reaaaaaaaly want to see the new adaptation of It, but don't allow myself to see scary films in the cinema as I am far too jumpy. I'm that person who screams at the slightest thing and embarrasses herself. I am also the one who sees her shadow at 3am and scares herself as she was reading Stephen King books before bed.
The In Closing Part
I shall be back to show off the vintage goodies I have acquired, some new things to wear and the gifts I have been sent!