Friday, 30 September 2005
Even though I didn't have all the ingredients I reckoned that having the fresh lemon grass; fish sauce; coconut milk; fresh ginger, garlic and chillies was enough to go towards a Thai Green Curry. But with my current pain levels my brain hasn't always been in gear and I missed buying the vital fresh lime and bought mainly red chillis rather than green for the Green curry.
I've never made such a thing from scratch before and boldly set to with pestle and mortar. There must be a knack to it which I have yet to work out and luckily our regular blender did the trick that it even smelled like Thai Curry!
I tell you, it was so easy. Unbelievably delicious, fresh and made my mouth dance with the chillis. Pity I also neglected to get Thai rice so we had heavy duty brown rice and with the recipe being a conglomeration of a number of Thai Curry recipes and what ingredients we actually had it was a surprising success. The colour was a bit sludgy with the greens blended in with the reds of the chillis but never mind. It's a dish I'd like to experiment with a bit more and well worth trying.
Wednesday, 28 September 2005
It is Wednesday and I am still in pain although it is a little less now and improving. I went back to the dentist on Monday who took a look, prescribed antibiotics and put in some clove and iodine packing. The extraction wounds were actually fine and clean but it seems that an infection has gotten in underneath. Maybe as a result of the surgery last week. Did I say that they had to drill out the bottom molar and then put in a stitch?
After my internet research (naturally!), I had thought maybe there were chips of tooth left in my jaw trying to make their way out and felt sure they would at least have to x-ray me. I had discounted dry sockets as certain symptoms were clearly missing although I have the pain going up my jaw into my ear. In the end, to find out that actually it was "just" an infection and nothing more serious I felt like a wooss although dear Mr Doris assured me I was a princess. As in "princess and the pea" I suppose!
The antibiotics should have started kicking in after 24 hours and I suppose they are, and at least I can go to bed at night now and not have to sleep propped up. But I am still feeling sore and out of sorts. Not nice at all.
To bring the sunshine back into my life, a dear friend sent me the sunflowers and exotic foilage pictured above. What a darling she is and how lovely they are. It is so exciting receiving flowers through the post. I am going to enjoy unpacking them from their clever cellophane and water wrapping and to arrange them in a vase. :-)
Monday, 26 September 2005
The BBC website has all sorts of treats and the latest has tickled me, and even moreso to find they have set up a blog: www.themeaningoftingo.com
The author, Adam Jacot de Boinod, has collected words and phrases from around the world that could be adopted by the English langauge in the way we have already adopted words such as Khaki and croissant. Usually these are single words whereas we don't have a word to describe the same thing.
From the BBC site I love this quote:
The German propensity for compound words pays dividends. Kummerspeck is a German word which literally means grief bacon: it is the word that describes the excess weight gained from emotion-related overeating.
Last quote from the BBC site:
Which brings us back to de Boinod's title: tingo is an invaluable word from the Pascuense language of Easter Island meaning "to borrow objects from a friend's house, one by one, until there's nothing left".
Or is someone having us on.... "where'd 'at t'ing go?" :-)
Sunday, 25 September 2005
This is one of those snapshots. We all have them. Moments in time saved in our memory banks or in my case seem to be in boxes in the back of my mind. Then something happens to trigger a memory, just a word or a phrase and suddenly this memory pops up unexpectedly, like a well-worn episode of a soap opera, it gets played again, thought about some more, and then put away.
My brother is a year or two older than me and I was about 11. He had problems with being dry at night throughout his childhood. But this particular night was different. Living in Australia, we lived in a caravan at that time. My brother and I were in bunk beds down one end of the caravan with him at the top. In the morning I was woken by a sense of wetness all around me. He had wet the bed so much it went through the mattress and wooden slats and landed on me. It was revolting and I was revolted but it wasn't me who did it and I was tired of always cleaning up his mess. I daren't say anything to my mother as she would flip and make me stay late and clean up and this was one morning I wanted to get to school on time.
When we came home from school all hell broke loose. I'm not sure if my mother hit us but it would have been inevitable, and both my brother and I were told to go away. Not sure where or for how long but I heard it as go away and don't come back. So I didn't. I didn't want anything to do with my brother so we went in different directions.
At some point during the course of the afternoon I was running down a small hill road and was knocked over by a bicycle coming from a side road. I was thrown up and flipped onto the ground but was otherwise OK.
Night began to fall and I was terrified of going home but I wasn't far from home. In the end, I crept back and hid under the back of the caravan and laid down. Curled up for the night. Hungry and alone and cold. (I could ham this up into more of a tear jerker but I don't need to!) I could clearly hear my brother come home and welcomed back in. The prodigal son who could do no wrong and I could hear him charming my mother with his stories and the sound of an abnormally happy home.
The police had been called and I heard them coming and going but I couldn't come out of my hiding place. It had gone too far and I was mentally stuck. Combination of furious, sad, desperate, lonely, angry. I can still see me as this little frightened kid in a ball in a scary place with the wildlife of Australia to contend with in the dirt under the van.
Finally, when darkness had completely descended, one of the police cars pulled up nearby and their headlight reflected on my white shirt and I was retrieved. It was a kindly police woman and she was really nice to me. But being the 'good girl' I was, and having been taught well, I knew better than to tell the police what had really happened so I was vague. On questioning I felt it was safe to tell them about the accident on the hill road earlier and so they put down my behaviour to concussion. As a result, I was able to keep the lid on the situation and life continued on as it ever did.
Very sad snapshot. My mother has never acknowledged any of these situations and I've no desire to bring it up with her. There is nothing to be achieved and instead she lives in a rose-tinted world "bigging up" anything that could have been construed as good. Perhaps the one time we baked a cake together becomes "I was always cooking with you kids". I'm not sure if she wants me to explode one day or to confront her, but deep down I know there is nothing to be gained.
I have lots of lovely snapshots too, from my adult life, and these are the ones I have on display in my heart, but it is interesting to put some of these sad ones into writing. I'm still in a lot of pain from my dental treatment the other day but this memory popped up and I thought it might be a distraction from the pain but alas not.
Friday, 23 September 2005
It just about sums me up really. Either a National Geographic type or a trashy weekly celebrity gossip type. I buy neither and so look forward to whatever I can get in waiting rooms.
I'm still in some pain from the after effects of having the toothy pegs removed but decided that as I cut right down on the pain killers - just one dose much earlier today - that I could finish off the red wine and hopefully it will finish me off too into a deep sleep. Yes, I know it is just after 6pm but I was hungry so we're fed and I'm definitely watered or rather wined.
Thursday, 22 September 2005
The dentist managed to remove two teeth but refused to do the third, even though, under sedation I was urging him to continue. I was clearly distressed throughout. Afterwards he explained that sometimes people are like that. Some get fits of the giggles and some get something else which I can't remember, but others remain distressed despite the sedation supposedly calming one down.
It is some hours later and I have been bleeding quite profusely and have been in pain. A homeopathic remedy has helped with the bleeding and I've now had some lovely warm soup. I was hungrier than I expected to be, having eaten only a couple of pieces of toast this morning and no lunch. I've taken pain killers and shortly will return to relaxing with my first cup of tea suitably cooled down (thank you for the warning Ella!).
I feel awful but it had to be done. The dentist was saying that I should have the last one done under general anaesthetic but with over a year wait on the NHS this is ridiculous and the practice don't do general anaesthetic. I'd rather go through this again than have to wait years... so it will be something to discuss in future. I am certainly under the weather and not up to physically talking. Thanks for everyone's good wishes :-)
Wednesday, 21 September 2005
We had buffalo sausages (from the Farmers' Market), sliced organic onions, luverly buttered mashed potatoes, garlic mushrooms and baked beans washed down with a gorgeous red (leftover from the other day). Scrummy.
This morning I see I've lost two pounds. Finally breaking the grip the ten stone mark has had for a couple of years. Until then, all my adult life I bounced between 8.5 and 9.5 stone. Except after the birth of my first when I dwindled down to seven stone something, even with my generous milk producing breasts, I was a mess with pointy bones sticking through. Not nice at all. Otherwise, I've never bothered about my weight and certainly never dieted as such. I believe in enjoying food and the more you enjoy it the less it weighs on you! My increase in weight I thought was maybe the thickening one gets with middle age but most likely due to my diet. Maybe the loss of weight is due to eating plenty more veggies and organic at that.
I shall be even lighter by the end of this week with less teeth in my head and not eating well after the op. But oh! those buffalo suasages were gorgeous. I look forward to the duck and plum sausages we've also got stashed away :-)
Tuesday, 20 September 2005
PS. With the change-over to Beta Blogger I have lost the style sheet commands that controlled this and I'm not sure if I am going to bother to fix it!
A silliness.... an extension of ascii art.... just because I wanted.... no images were harmed in the making of this item...
Fingers crossed this works once I hit publish...
Sunday, 18 September 2005
For over ten minutes he stood there talking at me. One of those people who has a lot to say and instead of discussing, totally alienates you by telling you that black is black and white is white or vice versa and anything you might say is to be argued against. His body language leans into your comfort space and he is physically in your face.
This man is the soon-to-be ex of a new friend of mine and it is harder to think of two people more unalike. She brought me into their house as her friend, like a cat with a new toy but he has to pounce and drag her toy away from her. I was only dropping her and the kids off back home after a day round mine and she made me a cuppa in the dining room, but he has to insist on barging into the room and our conversation. Even though I had been polite and nice and had already given him some courtesy. Best of all, his opening line was "I'm starting a counselling course this week". Like a six year old proud of his new thing but this guy is in his sixties and under various court orders for his abusive behaviour to his wife and kids. And he is to be a counsellor because he feels he would be really good?!
In the end I drained my hot cuppa as fast as possible and made my exit. He was unbearably close to me as he thanked me and said he enjoyed the discussion. As his wife and I hugged goodbye on the doorstep he stood there leering in a lecherous way saying he had to keep an eye on us two. Completely revolting man who can't keep his mouth shut or have the grace to give his wife any space.
Friday, 16 September 2005
This was sent to me by email intending to be a joke and I wonder if it is wrong of me to say I actually like the dress. I just don't like the bosom line in this nor the headpiece but otherwise, if a celebrity wants to go for pink fluff then good for them. Enjoy! :-)