Friday, 30 September 2005

Thai Greenish Curry

We treated ourselves to a mortar and pestle in the vague belief that ownership of such item will immediately endow us with all sorts of culinary skills. And if intent was enough, we'd dine like kings but really, we did OK tonight.

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.

Original Comments:

Annie said...
That even sounds yummy to me, and I don't do curry. I'm sorry that you've had such pain with your teeth. I reckon toothache is one of the most horrible pains you can have. Have you tried microwaveable wheat bags, to apply heat to your face? I get neuralgia and I find them helpful. I use them for all sorts of pain too. Hope you have a good weekend. *Hugs*
Friday, September 30, 2005 11:32:00 PM
doris said...
Thanks Cat!

We had a microwaveable bag with cherry stones but of course I can't find it so am using my son's miniature hot water bottle and that works a treat. I'm usually a "cold compress" sort of person so going for warmth is strange for me. Thanks and hope you have a great weekend too :-)
Saturday, October 01, 2005 1:40:00 AM
jane said...
sounds really good, doris. i'm enjoying reading about your new found love of fresh foods. my mouth is watering. :)
Saturday, October 01, 2005 7:03:00 AM
Universal Soldier said...
There's nothing quite as satisfying as using a pestle and mortar. I'm making Mrs Soldier a Thai Green Curry for tea - one of my favourites.
Saturday, October 01, 2005 9:49:00 AM
Cheryl said...

Sounds yummy, but please share!
Sunday, October 02, 2005 12:07:00 AM
Badaunt said...
Ooh, I make GREAT Thai curry. Instant, of course, but ALL NATURAL. And I add the veges myself.

A friend keeps telling me it's easy to make from scratch, but I haven't tried. Perhaps I should.
Sunday, October 02, 2005 2:16:00 PM
doris said...
Cheryl - it was a mish mash of a recipe but it sounds to me like I need to be asking Universal Soldier what his recipe is as it is one of his favourites! Can you please tell us?

As for mine.... deep breath for any Thai people or afficianados who cook this..... I blended:

2 sticks lemon grass
6 chillies deseeded
3 cloves garlic
1 tablespoon fresh ginger peeled
8 spring onions
1 tsp ground cumin
1 handful fresh coriander leaves
stalks from bunch of fresh basil
few teaspoons fish sauce
splash of sweet chili sauce
half cup lemon juice out of bottle (! - I had no limes nor fresh lemon!)

All these items were chopped first. Blitz in a blender for a few minutes (or pestle and mortar for more than 15 minutes... I gave up after about 7 minutes)

I then sank about 4 dried kaffir leaves into the mush to soak them a bit.

Put about tablespoon olive oil into hot wok and pour in all the curry paste and stir and bring up to heat.

Ours was a fish curry so I put in the raw chunks of white fish and carried on cooking until they were starting to cook. Add a tin of coconut milk and keep the heat up high.

At this point it is a worryingly thin soup but after about 15 minutes it reduces to a thick cream. Unfortuneately so does the fish so next time I won't add the fish until after the coconut milk has reduced quite a bit. At some point I threw in the handful of basil leaves which had been been roughly/barely torn.

Even at the thin soup stage I was pretty amazed with myself and thrilled as it tasted superb!

Serve with rice. Yum! Yum!

But don't use that recipe as I reckon I might have bastardised too many recipes to get that concoction but just goes to show that it was still OK even without vital ingredients or substituting with others.

I'd welcome a better recipe from anyone and will certainly try again!

Meanwhile, Cheryl has a great Fruit Cake recipe that is not to be missed!
Sunday, October 02, 2005 2:18:00 PM
Universal Soldier said...
Might I recommend the recipe found here:

I just hope the link works. The recipe is delicious.
Sunday, October 02, 2005 3:51:00 PM
Ghone said...
What no photos???
Cheryl - can you post one pls - I've never see a green curry before!
It is really bright green???
Monday, October 03, 2005 7:31:00 PM
Minerva said...
Yummy - just reading the ingredients makes my mouth water and I don't eat curry....

Anytime you want to come over and cook Doris, just let me know...*grin*

Monday, October 03, 2005 8:27:00 PM
So lost said...
I need to try this.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005 3:01:00 AM
Radin said...
It's been a long time I haven't had a curry dish and I really long for that. I used to have curry every week when I lived in Brighton. Your description of the food not only watered my mouth but also brought back happy memories. I love trying new food. And I very much love real Fish 'n Chips from the old shop by the sea rapped in news paper with lots of salt and vinegar. Eating it on a bench with friends.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005 7:22:00 AM
Pookie65 said...
Green curry is the best! I hope this bit of comfort food helped you feel just a little bit better :-)

Sending you hugs from (blistering hot) sunny Florida.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005 5:49:00 PM

Wednesday, 28 September 2005

Teeth update

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. :-)

Original Comments:

Le laquet said...
*sounding like her mother* Aw poor you, just don't forget to take something to combat the effect of the anti-biotics on the rest of your body other than your mouth!!
Wednesday, September 28, 2005 8:39:00 PM
Milt Bogs said...
I worked with a French woman who always put the painkiller pill right next to the tooth and kept it there until the pain went. "On no account swallow or crunch ze pill. Always allow it to disolve." You have my sympathies. Local heat helps - hot water bottle in a towel. Teaching Gran how to suck eggs here.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005 10:22:00 PM
Cheryl said...
Oh I hate deep infections like that.
Have you been to the doctor too, for help to at leats get a night's sleep, while you are sore?
Being conscious of it even in your sleep is so wearing.
Get well soon.
What a wonderful bouquet! It looks like it must be huge - what on earth will you use for a vase?
Wednesday, September 28, 2005 11:14:00 PM
Mama Mouse said...
Ooooh I can see the flowers in a big earthenware pitcher or crock! How LOVELY!

Antibiotics a MUST! I was told by a dentist once to take pain pills EXACTLY asprescribed ... EVEN if you think you can hold out an hour or three. Better to take them while the pain is less ... than to wait for the pain to get worse and THEN take them. The pills have a harder job to do if you wait. I tried it and it worked.

I've usually taken pain pills for up to a week after having teeth pulled ... but soon after that the pain is pretty much gone.

However, if you have an infection you do NOT want it getting into the bones! That can be terrible and very hard to get rid of.

So be a good girl and take your meds as directed!

Thursday, September 29, 2005 12:14:00 AM
Anji said...
I hope some of this is starting to work by now. It's funny how some people seem to sail through these things no problem. At least you have your beautiful flowers to look at.
Thursday, September 29, 2005 10:08:00 AM
doris said...
Le Laquet Goodpoint. I should ask Ally for some advice as she speciliases in yoghurt!

Milt Bogs Hmm. You can teach me to suck eggs anytime... but on second thoughts!

Cheryl I'm sleeping a whole better and so am grateful for that. I couldn't bear sitting in the doctors waiting room nor asking for such medication. That would be too new territory for me. It has been bad but at least it feels to be getting better and less painful now. The bouquet is ever-so lovely and happy. Some of the exotic flowers are kangaroo paw. Luckily I have a glass vase with a wide neck in which they look great.

Mama Mouse Sadly I've no earthenware crocks but I too can see them in something like that! I am taking my meds as directed and certainly can't start the day without painkillers! Good info about when to take the painkillers - I will bear that in mind.

Anji Thanks! Maybe it is my karma for years in the past when I had not looked after my teeth. They showed an episode of Simpsons yesterday - the one with the dentist. Lisa needed braces and so as a warning they showed a book of English smiles! Oh dear - we are not that bad! Chandira was saying pretty much the same though she's a Brit in the US so maybe that doesn't count!
Thursday, September 29, 2005 12:40:00 PM
Pookie65 said...
Poor thing, you. Remembering back to having all 4 wisdom teeth removed many there was a *plus side* to all this ---- weight loss. I was 15 pounds lighter when all was said and done due to the fact that I couldn't/didn't feel like eating.

I hope the pain stays at bay and your spirits high.

Thursday, September 29, 2005 1:09:00 PM
mrshellonheels said...
Gran I hope your starting to feel a little better and more pain free. I feel for ya girl.
Thursday, September 29, 2005 9:31:00 PM
Ally said...
What beautiful flowers, very cheery. Hope you feel better soon ...
Friday, September 30, 2005 10:47:00 AM
Karen said...
I hope you are feeling better soon - Take care
Friday, September 30, 2005 2:49:00 PM

Monday, 26 September 2005

The Meaning of Tingo

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:

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?" :-)

Original Comments:

Neutron said...

Ow!! And you complained about my jokes...I have a fair bit of Kummerspeck on me right now too.
By the way, to put you out of your misery - if you are still in it which I doubt - the pictures you tried to guess (you and...erm...nobody else) were:
In reverse order...
The Lake District (correct)
Hadrian's Wall (correct)


not Paris (though I can see where you are coming from)



You are the weakest and strongest link..goodbye!

Monday, September 26, 2005 3:56:00 PM

Astryngia said...

What a wonderful book. Full of fascinating factettes. Love the blog, too!

Monday, September 26, 2005 4:09:00 PM

Helen said...

Great stuff Grans!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 3:10:00 AM

jane said...

lol i like tingo too. i'd like to find some site that talks about all the words you & cheryl use that are foreign to us in america. granted, they are english & i realized some time ago, you DO speak english & i want to learn it!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 7:38:00 AM

Ally said...

That made me smile. I'll start using it immediately, joke or not :).

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 9:54:00 AM

Karen said...

I think the weirdest word the English language has adopted is "cul de sac" - It just doesn't make sense....

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 11:34:00 AM

lisa said...

I liked best the german word for a face that cries out for a fist.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 3:28:00 PM

zandperl said...

Ooh! I saw that one too. It reminds me of what I call "the language of science" - to us words like "velocity" and "speed" have very precise (and distinct) meanings that aren't conveyed in their normal English usage. Not to pimp my blog, but...

Saturday, October 01, 2005 12:40:00 AM

doris said...

You can pimp it girl! :-) It's a great blog.

Saturday, October 01, 2005 1:05:00 AM

Sunday, 25 September 2005

When I was 11...

This post re-published December 2012

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.


Mama Mouse said...
Pain brings on other pain ... and magnifies it all around. I'm so sorry Doris. It is a sad, but true, fact of life that not all mothers are meant to be mothers! Apparently your mother isn't the maternal kind of woman.

But that's ok ... while you have many sad memories ... you know the pitfalls and are making wonderful memories with your OWN children! It doesn't take the place of a happy childhood ... but it can give satisfaction that you are providing one for YOURS!
mrshellonheels said...
Having to pretend that you live in a normal family and a perfect world when your young isnt easy. My childhood was similar to yours. There are many dark dark memories. I at least have a family that acknowledges it and talks about it. We are all still messed up tho.
doris said...
You are so right Mama Mouse and am glad you didn't get all sentimental on me! I very much take the view that what's done is done and I know that I have built a completely different life.

However, not entirely perfect for my daughter and I think we have many issues that stem back to my own childhood.

Hell on Heels I wonder how we'd be if all this stuff came out into the open in our family! I suppose I am still keeping the silence to some extent but that is only being pragmatic. Those "dark dark" memories are hard aren't they. Of course we have gotten through and survived one way or another (and I know that many have had it much worse than I) but those memories surface occasionally and it seems to me that they should be acknowledged, because they are a part of us.
jane said...
What a loving daughter you are, Doris. This is the same mom that you treated like gold a few weeks ago? It's hard to imagine you being treated so horribly & unfairly. But you, you are amazing. Through all of this, you choose to show so much love & grace towards your mom.
You are most definately amazing.
doris said...
Jane I was just about to retire to the sofa to nurse my jaw but just saw your message. I am not loving to my mum! Despite how it looks I reckon I do all that stuff for my mother because I am essentially kind and not as a loving act!

In fact, the love is so absent from me I must be a walking enigma to my own immediate family. And how I am towards my mother does disturb me... I feel more love towards some of you online bloggers than I do her. But after spending the first 30 years of my life loving her and seeking her love and acceptance it is ironic that after further periods of estrangement and now contact that she pours on me all the love one could want but it means nothing to me now and is empty and I know she can be as manipulative as ever and withdraw her affections at any time.

She is a damaged soul herself and has no friends. It is no longer my job to be her saviour - that is her responsibility. Meanwhile, it is no skin off my nose to be nice and charming :-)

Life is darned complicated.
Jo said...
For me a lot of my relationship pain with my mother has been about me trying to change her, fix her problems (widowed years ago, resolutely bitter, no friends, scathing tongue)and 'make it better'. My trauma was when my dad died when I was in my teens and I guess it somehow felt like I was in charge of 'making it all right again' for her.

I couldn't. Of course. But that took me 25 years to understand. And during that time I took the brunt of behaviour from her designed to reinforce her shrinking misanthropic world view - a shelter behind which she could hide. Rudeness, thoughtlessnes, selfishness, shocking remarks about others or people I cared about. None of which I could do anything at all about.

Eventually I stopped trying. She's much the same. But I feel much better. It's not my job to fix things.

Mothers eh? Complicated.

And Doris - give yourself a pat on the back. If it's through kindness and/or a sense of duty etc not love that you hold it together with your mum, then that's tough. You deserve some congratulations.
Pookie65 said...
I can only imagine is that times like this have made you such an amazing mother to your own children. You probably go out of your way to see that their own childhoods are actually filled with loving, fun, and sincere moments. That's a gift your kids will forever have.

If I could go back in time and give that 11 y.o. girl a hug I would.
Sue Richards said...
Does your mother read your blog?
doris said...
Just quickly... Sue Richards - I am anonymous and have not shared this blog with my mother. That would be pretty callous and out of character for me to bleed out my heart knowing that she was going to read it!
Cheryl said...
We go into these dark places in our minds and find cobwebs and old junk we had packed away so long that we thought it was gone. I really hope that writing it helped to exorcise it, a little.
I am so sorry but you really make her sound, umm, a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic.
Lets say she really believed that both of you had accidents, but as a parent I hope I would take the responsibility and worry about my childrens diet or health, certainly not shout at them for something beyond their control and done in their sleep.
If she really thought you both did it deliberately to upset her, then theres a screw loose there, somewhere; sorry. I'd very much sooner be you than her.
Anji said...
I had to go away and come back to this one. You must have been terrified. I remember Lionel Blue saying years ago that you must train yourself not to go over and over the bad memories, but it does take practise. You don't come across as a bitter person!
doris said...
I too have had to give it time before coming back to this one!

Jo I have a friend whose mother is also along the lines of yours and continues to be - it is a very sad situation. You said "It's not my job to fix things." That is what I learned too and is a great lesson. Doesn't mean we can't help but there comes a time when clearly nothing we do helps so there is no point laying down our lives to be trampled over.

Pookie65 You brought a tear to my eye you naughty boy! You remind me of a bus driver who once said something very kind to me as I boarded a bus, impossibly late for school as ever and I had been bawling my eyes out and my face was all red and puffed and he just called me "the girl with the smiling eyes" - just a little remark - but that kindness stayed in my heart to this day! We all hold so much power in the tiniest of things to make such a difference to other people's lives.

Cheryl I know these things in my memory are not gone, but I do not dwell on them nor get particularly sad and definitely don't get depressed. But I sometimes think back to the little girl that was me and want to give her a hug! I think there was never any suggestion that I had also had an accident as I never did - my crime was that I had gone to school and not sorted out the wet sheets and mattresses! A few sandwiches short would be about right on the one hand and utter brilliance on the other. I am very grateful I am me and not her!

Anji Interesting what you say about Lionel Blue and the memories. I don't particularly go over them but I am aware they are still there. With the world of blogging I thought it might be interesting to take a few for an "outing" just to see if there is anything beneficial. The jury is still out as to whether anything is to be gained. You are certainly right that I am not a bitter person as a result. What is done, is done. Sometimes I am just sad for what happened.

Thank you to everyone for your kind and sensitive and thought provoking comments.
decrepitoldfool said...
My goodness - sorry to hear about your teeth. And what fine timing that your brain called up this memory to join the dental pain.

What a terrifying night. When you said 'it had gone to far and I was stuck' it is so resonant.

For what it's worth I think a parent's memory is twisted by shame as much as by their own pain. Your mother may have endured similar treatment, and may have felt ashamed at having treated you that way. So the story is rewritten to suit until she believes the new version.

Many times I have caused my own children pain and the understanding of how the familial fabric is woven comes too late in life to be of help. The memory of my father's unkindness is eclipsed at my own shame of being its echo. So I have some notion of how he felt.

Thank you for writing this post.
doris said...
decrepitoldfool You are right in realising that my mother had her own pain and terrible childhood as did her elder siblings but she turned out the most fearsome (to this day) of her siblings perhaps as a coping strategy. I reckon she probably didn't mean to repeat history but she did in effect. As I too, didn't want to repeat history and would have to say that on the whole reckon I haven't. I may be terrifying to my kids sometimes but it is utterly rare these days, that I can't even remember the last time which must be a few years ago, and under intense provocation.

I suppose I was lucky to realise about our "familial fabric" and indeed, in the last couple of years have found and met my mothers siblings and other relations and what stories they have to tell.

As for yourself, at least you acknowledge what has happened. Remember that what is done is done and even if you only acknowledge to yourself then that is something. I hope your kids have been able to break free from the "familial fabric".

One thing I have realised is that as parents we all make mistakes. And each generation has its own wounds of childhood to cope with.

Friday, 23 September 2005

Trouble with private dentists

They just don't have a range of down-market glossy mags in the waiting room and I was so looking forward to seeing pics of Jordan's wedding! They have Harpers and Queen with page after page of tat, oops, meant adverts, for glossy stuff; and I was disappointed they didn't have National Geographic like they normally do. Now I really like that. All those glossy pics of far away places like the Grand Canyon or deep under the sea of amazing coral or magical pics of chemical patterns.

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.

Original Comments:

Milt Bogs said...

My dentist specialises in Homes & Gardens, What Hi-Fi? Sound and Vision and Readers bloody Digest. As a private patient I feel I should be consulted about the reading material available to me. Duane, the mad barber, has The Sun. I try to visit him as little as possible.

Friday, September 23, 2005 8:08:00 PM

Mama Mouse said...

Most of my doctors (but NOT my dentist) have a very good selection of magazines to read. The problem always comes when the door opens and they call my name ... and I have to put the book DOWN~! And it is ALWAYS right in the middle of something riveting! ARRrrrrgh!

Friday, September 23, 2005 10:02:00 PM

jane said...

doris, i'm glad you aren't in too much pain. I'm such a coward at the dentist, but YOU are my inspiration because you said long ago, you too are a coward. And if you can do it, so can i.
my dentist has some sports magazines, hi-fi (Milt i'll trade you hi-fi for readers digest!)
National Geographic is 1 of my favorites. but i only subscribe to 2 cooking magazines & mary engelbreit.

Friday, September 23, 2005 11:04:00 PM

Helen said...

I have to say I sure do miss those "Highlights" mags. Always my favorite choice at the dentist's. Feel better and eat well!

Saturday, September 24, 2005 2:25:00 PM

DaFFy said...

Oh don't get me started on dentists :(
I have issues with putting the children of my dentist through college.
And he has lousy magazines, too

Sunday, September 25, 2005 8:22:00 AM

Anji said...

Sorry I missed all that, hope the pain is just a memory now. I took one of my sons for a brain scan a few years back and they had the most incredible art magazines in the waiting room. I got a second go at them because we had to wait for the results! Fortunatley we didn't have to go back, I did wonder if I could sneak back and pretend to be waiting.

Sunday, September 25, 2005 10:00:00 AM

doris said...

Just to say I am in a great deal of pain and reckon something is not right. Am holding out for the dentist to open tomorrow morning. Everything looks OK in my mouth - apart from the swelling. More news another time.

Sunday, September 25, 2005 7:13:00 PM

Karen said...

Our dentist has a box of toys for the kids to play with - I felt a bit of a fool when on my last visit the receptionist spotted me playing with the toys - I was there by myself...

Sunday, September 25, 2005 8:31:00 PM

Z said...

I always take something to read with me to the dentist or doctors or where-ever.
been a subscriber to National Geographic for about 10 years, maybe more. Wonderful publication.

Hope the dental pain are just after pains and goes away pronto.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005 5:23:00 PM

Thursday, 22 September 2005

Blogging under the influence

According to the instructions from the dentist, along with no alcohol or operating machinery including kettles, I must not sign any documents. Presumably in case I do something daft. So here I am doing something daft and writing a blog post!

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 :-)

Original Comments:

Ghone said...
Dentists - my only real phobia in life!
What is it with you and
Karen both blogging about them at the same time.
Well, at least your work was done by a professional!
Thursday, September 22, 2005 10:13:00 PM
Mama Mouse said...
Oh Doris! I'm sorry that they didn't get the third one and that you couldn't get it all done and have it over with!

Friday, September 23, 2005 12:30:00 AM
Chandira said...
ooohh!! Feel better!!!
Friday, September 23, 2005 12:34:00 AM
mrshellonheels said...
((((Doris)))) this too shall pass!
I agree with would have been nice to had it all done at one time. My thoughts are with you. I hate dental work.
Friday, September 23, 2005 4:17:00 AM
jane said...
Awww Doris, I hope your mouth is okay tomorrow. If not, look at the bright side, you may lose a few more pounds. (that's how i always gage things)
I go to the dentist tomorrow night, but no teeth pulled. Still I have to take an anxiety pill first.
What is NHS? And Scrummy? And what is plum sausage made from?
Friday, September 23, 2005 6:25:00 AM
Pookie65 said...
I'm glad you made it through the first two OK. Hang in there, hon!
Friday, September 23, 2005 1:42:00 PM
Emperor Joe said...
I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled over a month ago. I was in the best mood ever after they pulled them. I felt good till the next day. Then the pain meds kept the pain away. But I never got depressed. Im glad I had a pretty good experience. If you have another one hope it goes well.
Friday, September 23, 2005 4:17:00 PM
MattyD said...
Ooooh did you get to keep the teeth that were taken out?

If the tooth fairy goes with inflation/or the cost of oil...either is good... then you should find a fair bit of money under your pillow tomorrow ;)

Hope you're feeling ok! :)
Friday, September 23, 2005 5:05:00 PM
Badaunt said...
Last year, no, the year before (between Xmas and New Year) I had two thirds of a wisdom tooth removed. The other third refused to come out. Also, the injection that was supposed to take care of the pain didn't work. Four times the usual dose didn't work. The whole process was TORTURE - but I wanted that tooth out.

After two hours I still wanted him to continue but he refused, and sewed a flap of gum over the remaining third of the tooth instead. It was decay in the top part (which was gone) that was the problem, so he said it would probably be OK. (I didn't like the sound of that 'probably.')

I went home, sat down and wrote an email, felt fine, stood up to go make myself a cup of tea, felt suddenly ill, dropped to the floor and crawled to the toilet, vomited, passed out, and stayed lying on the floor for the next half hour. It was HORRIBLE.

Your dentist was right not to continue. Carry on too long and you go into shock, and that isn't nice.

(I didn't have pain afterwards, though. Only during the operation, but far too much of it.)
Friday, September 23, 2005 5:12:00 PM
doris said...
Thanks for that Badaunt - I have spoken to my "care co-ordinator" today and she will have a word with the tooth-puller next week when he is next in. The good thing about only having the two pulled is that they are on the same side and I am able to eat on the other side of my mouth.

So does that mean you still have a bit of tooth in you?

MattyD - I forgot to ask to have my teeth back even though I had considered asking! I hadn't thought about the investment opportunity though. Thought I might thread them into a necklace..... nah - only joking!

Emporer Joe - 'tis good to hear that you survived! Thanks for sharing and look forward to visiting your blog sometime soon :-)

Thanks everyone else for your hugs and support!

Jane - NHS = National Health Service. All adults pay a little every week towards the NHS so I suppose it is just like paying for health care in the US but the idea is that anyone can get health care without having to pay extra. In practise, it is not working so well these days but we still have to pay our NHS payments even if we choose to go private. (Which we don't on the whole except for dental treatment which I'd have to pay for anyway even on the NHS)

Scrummy = I suppose it is short for scrumptious which I reckon means extra delicious!

Plum sausage = didn't I say Duck and Plum sausage? An you know how good duck is with something sweet such as orange so I guess these are duck .... and .... plum... LOL Actually, we got to taste some cooked before we bought them and I know they are wonderful whereas son is looking foward to them just because they sound good. :-)
Friday, September 23, 2005 7:04:00 PM
jane said...
thanks Doris. i've never tasted duck, lamb, goose, (i have had a buffalo burger) and other things i've seen you mention.
will you let me know how it is?
Friday, September 23, 2005 10:57:00 PM

Wednesday, 21 September 2005

Last supper

Maybe not, but my last big meal before I present myself to the dentist tomorrow afternoon to have three back teeth removed. What a relief it will be as I have nurtured and looked after these broken teeth for so long it will be great when I can eventually eat again without discreetly unplugging my teeth.

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 :-)

Original Comments:

Pookie65 said...
Congrats on the two pounds! Nothing feels quite like stepping on the scale and seeing a loss.

And your meal sounds delicious.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005 9:12:00 PM
Annie said...
Well done on the two pounds! Hope all goes well with the extractions. I had loads out as a kid, and remembered being terrified, but when I had a tooth out a few years back it was totally painless and very quick. Don't use straws to drink through afterwards though, as they can cause a dry socket which isn't very pleasant. *Hugs*
Wednesday, September 21, 2005 9:17:00 PM
Mama Mouse said...
I had a dry socket once ... it hurt worse than the toothache before it.

Congrats on losing weight! The meal sounded oh so yummy!! Its a good thing its nearly dinner time 'cause now I don't think I could hold out too much longer!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005 10:17:00 PM
mrshellonheels said...
Way to go Gran on the 2 pound loss..but honey I found it, if you want it back let me know ..heeheee.
I need to go to the dentist so bad, I have a broken tooth in the back and I have been putting off going. The last time I went to the dentist I hurt more afterwards then I did before I went in. I guess I will just continue to live on aspirin until it gets to the totally unbearable stage. ; ) Good luck to you..I will be thinking about you.
Thursday, September 22, 2005 1:08:00 AM
Anji said...
Good luck with the dentist. Your farmer's market sounds a wonderful place AND you've lost weight!
Thursday, September 22, 2005 8:14:00 AM
ella m. said...
Avoid drinking very hot things immediately afterward. My dentist did not tell me this and I was about to happily gulp down some coffee to satisfy my addiction. Bad idea. ouch.

Hope it goes quickly and hurts very little.
Thursday, September 22, 2005 4:36:00 PM
jane said...
you are most certainly enjoying your new found farmers market!
Friday, September 23, 2005 6:23:00 AM
Z said...
Oh those duck and plum sausages sound divine. I'm envious.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005 5:40:00 PM

Tuesday, 20 September 2005

Digital Gingham

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..., reminds me of a circus act ... big deal!

Original Comments:

Ally said...

Hmm. Looks like a fairisle knitting pattern ... [starts thinking] ...

Tuesday, September 20, 2005 6:07:00 PM

Cheryl said...

Reminds me of Scrabble!

Tuesday, September 20, 2005 9:18:00 PM

jane said...

i think it looks like cross-stitch.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005 1:40:00 AM

Universal Soldier said...

If you stare long enough at the middle you can see a face - oh hang a minute that was my screensaver kicking in.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005 7:25:00 AM

Anji said...

You should make lots, then you'd have a patchwork quilt

Wednesday, September 21, 2005 8:06:00 AM

/T/ said...

Well I have some statistics for you:

There are 169 cubes in your drawing. There are 85 or 50.3% light yellow and 84 or 49.7% dark yellow ones.
Of all the dark yellow cubes there are only 4 (4.8%) that have a (green) cross in it. Of the light yellow cubes there are 17 (20.0%) with an orange cross, and 24 (28.2%) with a blue one. In total only 26.6% of all the cubes contain a cross.

So you know.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005 2:17:00 PM

doris said...

/T/ - it looks like you and me have waaaaaay too much time on our hands!

Thank you everyone for your novel or funny comments :-)

Wednesday, September 21, 2005 2:26:00 PM

lisa said...

oh cool!!

Wednesday, September 21, 2005 4:29:00 PM

Karen said...

Haha - It looks like my 5th year needle work exam entry.....

Wednesday, September 21, 2005 6:37:00 PM

Sunday, 18 September 2005

Talkin' a'cha

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.


Original Comments:

Mama Mouse said...

UGH! I cannot imagine how people like that THINK their behavior is FINE! Glad you got out of there in a HURRY!

Monday, September 19, 2005 2:01:00 AM

/T/ said...

What a weirdo. I hope for her he will be a really-soon-to-be ex. I hope it won't interfere your friendship with her.

Monday, September 19, 2005 5:46:00 AM

Le laquet said...

"I'm starting a counselling course this week" - yet under court orders for his abusive behaviour to his wife and kids. Jeez people amaze me sometimes! It's all me, me, me!

Thank goodness he is the "soon to be ex" ... but does your poor friend have to carry on living with him?

Monday, September 19, 2005 6:04:00 AM

jane said...

i think he did that all on purpose. to make her feel uncomfortable & to chase you away. he must see his soon-to-be-ex getting some confidence, enough to go thru this divorce & that threatens him.
what a weasel of a man! i have many other choice words, but your blog is nice & these words aren't.
you're a good friend, doris!

Monday, September 19, 2005 6:10:00 AM

Karen said...

He sounds like a right weirdo - Some people are just not nice, Is your friend aware how uncomfortable he makes you feel?

Monday, September 19, 2005 10:18:00 AM

Cheryl said...

It happens to both genders, I've seen it both ways round - the difference being women are so ready to trust, and men are so much bigger and stronger.
Nonetheless, you get one dependant, resentful person attracted to another for their emotional strength, freedom, and friendly nature. They pull out all the stops to appear to be like that person and therefore appear attractive also. Then when the courting is over and they feel 'equal' the weak minded one continues to consolidate their own self image by treading on what they once looked up to. Thats the point where people get treated as possessions.
Counselling courses should do him good. If its not the degree or diploma, but the basic listening skills, then maybe he will learn about himself, learn to hear what he says. If its further on than that then there are case studies, so he will still be in for a learning curve.
Sorry you felt so slimed.

Monday, September 19, 2005 5:44:00 PM

dog1net said...

I've never understood how some people can talk incessantly. Where I work we have an individual that drones on about this and that but never really has much to say about any thing except that he just goes on and on until your ears begin to hurt and your head begins to swell, yet he never notices that you're not trying to listen because he's just too busy talking at you.

As always, I find something worthwhile and interesting to read on your blog.

Saturday, September 24, 2005 4:20:00 AM

Friday, 16 September 2005

Is it wrong?

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! :-)

Original Comments:

Pookie65 said...

It looks as if she took the toilet paper cover to a seamstress and said, "This is my dream dress! Make me one"

Then, when she put it on for the first time her enourmous breasts blew the stitching right out of the bodice and she decided what the hell I'll wear it anyway.

Did her friends not tell her ahead of time that this was a perfectly awful dress? Furthermore, did her friends not tell her that her breasts looked like two pigs fighting to get out of a burlap sack?

Friday, September 16, 2005 11:35:00 AM

doris said...


Googles for "burlap sack" ..... used for crocus bulbs, manure and that sort of garden stuff. Okaaaay!

There must be some incredible infrastructure to keep her boobs up.

I still think the dress would be OK as long as one could take one's eyes off the boobies :-)

Friday, September 16, 2005 3:19:00 PM

Cheryl said...

Why can't we see the Christmas tree?

Friday, September 16, 2005 3:51:00 PM

Chris said...

I like that dress also, probably because of what pookie said: "her enourmous breasts blew the stitching right out of the bodice and she decided what the hell I'll wear it anyway."

It's great that the model had the courage to wear the toilet paper cover as her dress! We should encourage more women to make similiar fashion statements in the future.

Deliberate Chaos

Friday, September 16, 2005 4:14:00 PM

Universal Soldier said...

Were you on about the chick on the left or right? ;)

Friday, September 16, 2005 6:36:00 PM

Bernadette said...

One woman's dream dress is another woman's toilet paper cover?!

You always cheer me up, Doris!

Saturday, September 17, 2005 12:35:00 AM

Mama Mouse said...

I thought the picture just had a pinkish cast! LOL .... but the dress IS pink! The skirt part is ok ... the veil is ok ... the bodice might not need a heavy infrastructure if those huge boobs are fake! Some I've seen don't move even a fraction of an inch and looks as if they are as hard and solid as rocks! LOL

The tiara headpiece HAS TO GO!!! It is HORRIBLE ... and the corset part just doesn't seem appropriate to me for a wedding. But then I'm an old lady!

Saturday, September 17, 2005 1:25:00 AM

Le laquet said...

Oh my - there's a seamstress somewhere that needs shooting!

Saturday, September 17, 2005 6:52:00 AM

prying1 said...

Being a guy I'm sort of ignorant on this sort of thing. How much packing material does it take to get those ... (Hmmm. Toss up between jugs and melons) ... to pooch out like that. I sure hope she recycles whatever she has stuffed in there or at least gives it to an ebay seller for shipping sold items. -

Saturday, September 17, 2005 7:54:00 AM

Anji said...

reminds me of Barbie. I've always hated those toilet roll covers.....and Barbie

Saturday, September 17, 2005 9:16:00 AM

Z said...

Useless pieces of fluff - the pair of them.
mama mouse just doesn't seem appropriate to me for a wedding
more than she would normally wear - must have killed her to keep her clothes on for the camera.

prying1 - LOVE the ebay statement.

Saturday, September 17, 2005 11:08:00 AM

Cheryl said...

To be honest I really don't know how a woman could be happy being so disfigured. Look at those boobs, even facing the camera they are hiding areas of her arms and she looks like she has two spare heads strapped to her chest. How disabling must it be, to have those things in the way, stopping you reaching where you want? She looks like if she fell over forwards, she couldn't put her arms out, they look so restrictive. At least real ones would have more 'give' in them than the silicon version. I wonder if she gets back ache.

Saturday, September 17, 2005 11:08:00 AM

MattyD said...


My nan has a toilet roll cover like that! I'll check it out next time and see if it looks like Jordan or any other famous people!

Saturday, September 17, 2005 11:13:00 AM

ella m. said...

I wonder how many horrible bridesmaid and prom gowns had to die to provide enough taffeta for that circus tent of a skirt and the veil attached to that wanna be ms. universe headpiece.

Saturday, September 17, 2005 12:37:00 PM

Karen said...

I'd love a dress like that - just to wear in the house when everyone was out.

Saturday, September 17, 2005 4:20:00 PM

jane said...

well, something just doesn't look right. her skins too tan. her boobs are WAY too firm & big.

but she looks more like a paper towel holder cuz it looks like a pole is stuck up in her.

i don't care for it. but no, it's not wrong, doris. :)

Sunday, September 18, 2005 5:21:00 AM

Janet said...

Interesting, I didn't know anyone still used those t.p. covers.

Sunday, September 18, 2005 1:02:00 PM

Le laquet said...

Doris - could you please check to see if the pop-up is gone for me? I got rid of some bits and pieces - Ta muchly!

Sunday, September 18, 2005 1:55:00 PM

Ghone said...

Let's hope they both fall in a toilet real soon!

Monday, September 19, 2005 12:50:00 AM

Sarah said...

The dress definately isn't my thing, and that's coming from someone with a bright pink blog lol.

Monday, September 19, 2005 11:42:00 AM

fin said...

I'm sure that a five year old would find it bee yoo tee full...

Tuesday, September 20, 2005 4:11:00 PM

laura said...

Fake, fake, fake. Those things are soooooo fake. (Her ginormous breasts, for the blind among you.) And she's clearly proud of them, too, shoving them up there, twice the size of her poor empty head. sheesh.

Friday, September 23, 2005 4:12:00 PM