Gastronomy and gastroenteritis

Just had a grilled ham & cheese sandwich. Delightful! Sometimes the simplest dish is the best. The stack went: bread > sweet chilli sauce> soft cheese > wafer ham > Emmental > mozzarella. Hard. Fucking. Core.

I’ve calmed down a little since my Charlie Sheen-style rant the other day, although I am still feeling a little, well, “weak” is probably the wrong word, but it’s what I’m going to go with. Yes, I’m feeling a little weak. Despite this, I was able to finally get back on the exercise bike this morning, which felt good. I was expecting a couple of packages in the post, so I made sure to dust off my old bathrobe and hung it up nearby. I tend to ride nude. And, erm, just walk around the flat in general nude.

As I’ve mentioned in the past, it’s not that I like being naked, I just don’t like wearing clothes.

There is a difference, somehow.

My “big” recipe of the week has been a Basil & Pinenut Tagliatelle. I generally stuck to the standard recipe for this, only I added beef mince, mushrooms, spinach, and feta. And, of course, used tagliatelle, when the recipe usually calls for a spiral pasta shape. For some reason I had tagliatelle on the brain.

Behold!

It was scrummy, but the first portion gave me terrible gastroenteritis, thanks to my diabetes medication. There were so many before-and-aftershocks that I nearly passed-out with pain. That has happened before too. Twice. The first time it really freaked me out. Now I’m just kinda used to it. Anyway, I spent most of Tuesday night moaning in agony, then went and sat on the toilet so long that I genuinely cried out: “Where’s it all coming from?!”, which should give you an idea of what was happening.

Nice dish though.

Worth the pain? Hmmm…

With the last of the beef mince, I made a Far East-tinged curry the next day, with stir fry vegetables and coconut milk. Oh and only adding the softest and most fragrant spices from my collection. Now this dish would have been worth the agony, had the previous night’s gastroenteritis repeated itself. I had missed about a month’s worth of medication prior to the tagliatelle, so I think that’s what caused it.

Oh yes, I finally waddled out to the chemist and picked up my medication. I was half expecting them to send the police round to check that I hadn’t died. But no, darlings, it was just a combination of agoraphobia, alcoholism, and bad weather.

I guess there’s no such thing as “bad weather”, only “the wrong clothing”. Isn’t that the saying?

Who knows.

Anyway, I’m just in the middle of watching Laputa: Castle in the Sky, which is one of my favourite Hayao Miyazaki films. I go back and forth between this and The Castle of Cagliostro. What is it with castles?! But, yes, this one’s super-cute. I prefer the early Miyazaki stuff, back when he wasn’t afraid of being silly. He ended up going up his own arse a bit around Princess Mononoke time. Mononoke is a good film, apparently, although I’ve never gotten on with it. I think it’s the English dub that bothers me.

Billy Bob Thornton as a Japanese monk?! No.

One of the packages that arrived today is a new mop, to clean the kitchen and bathroom with. Assuming, of course, that you don’t already know what a mop is for. The old one is just crap and won’t stay together. Hopefully, I’ll have the flat all shiny by the time I have my annual gentleman sex guest over.

If you get that reference, please marry me.

Errr… well… I think that’s about it. I’ve been planning some more creative writing, which pushes the amount I’m working on into the double figures. I definitely will not be appreciated in my own time, mostly because none of them will be finished by the time I set sail.

Right, I best go finishes watching Laputa as I sweat in this unseasonable warmth. All the scallies have been out mingling, like rats at high tide in the sewer.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!