Working my way towards actual work...
Sep. 27th, 2005 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieYep, made it in this morning, although it was touch and go there for a while after the alarm went off the first time. Snooze buttons are both of the strong and of the evil. I hate it when my sleep patterns are messed up - some people deal with lack of sleep without an issue. Me? It makes me cranky and nauseous.
Yes, I would have just realised there's only three weekends left before I leave. Gah.
Any way, something easy to start the day. A meme. The comfort food meme. Or at least I thought it would be easy. I've discovered in recent years I don't do comfort food. When I'm stressed or upset or sick, I don't eat. Stems from the whole 'nearly stressing self into a stomach ulcer' I did back when things were the worst during the break up. You know - Insanity Fortnight. It's not a good habit, and not one I'm proud of, but honestly, most of the time I feel sick to my stomach and only eat when I start getting the shakes or the world starts greying out when I stand up too fast. It's not a conscious decision either, before people start yelling at me to not be stupid. I just don't remember.
But, shall attempt the meme, 'cause it's a nifty meme. And I'm tired and slow-witted and putting off starting on the pile of asbestos-related death findings. I also find comfort in cooking, even if not the actual eating...
1) Tea. Big mug of hot tea. Depending on the sort of tea, either with milk, or black with one sugar, or if it's the sort [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] has for his teapot, black with nothing at all. I still remember a night of pot after pot of tea, and much talking for hours on end. Actually, a lot of my more meaningful conversations have occurred with a mug of tea in my hands. Something about the heat and the taste - I started drinking tea at my grandparents' place. The bus would drop us off at the bottom of the hill after school, and my brother and I would go in and have afternoon tea with Nana and Grandad.
2) Mum's baked veggies. Before meat and I finally parted ways, I'd include her rosemary and garlic roast lamb with that, but yeah. Crispy baked potatoes, mushy pumpkin, carrots... With gravy. *smiles a little at the joke*
3) Sushi. Although not when I'm stressed and have squidy tummy, since I'm feeling yesterday's effort now. Good quality sushi with wasabi and soy, preferably mixed up in a little bowl for dipping. It's the ritual as much as the taste, but it also reminds me of Japan, where I first started becoming a person I wanted to be.
4) Steamed vegetables and plain white rice. Must include brussel sprouts and/or broccoli, depending on seasonality. Something the stomach can handle - it's my cleansing, 'getting rid of crap' meal. Symbolic as well as literal. After the ex finally moved out, my first grocery shop included a big bag of brussel sprouts, since he hated even the smell of them cooking and wouldn't let me buy them. Bah.
5) Basic pasta sauce. This is more of a comfort cooking than eating, although I always feel better for having had it. I know the recipe like I know my own name, and I can make it with my eyes closed. Not that it's that complicated or anything. But yeah, something about going through familiar motions, the smell of garlic and basil cooking...
6) Toast. With vegemite or cream cheese. Nothing sweet. *gags* I've noticed when I do comfort food, I tend to stay away from sweet things. Sugar messes with my head too much. But yeah, vegemite is as much part of growing up for me as those afternoon teas with the grandparents. Moreso - there's a photo of me as a baby in my pram with vegemite smeared all over my face...
7) Rissoto. With mashed pumpkin, paremsan and pine nuts. Another comfort cooking, moreso because of the rice curse I had for ages and the achievement it represents. I'm bringing my recipe with me to Canada, because I've never found another that works as well, and I haven't quite got it memorised.
8) Nectarines, raspberries, blackberries, cherries. Strawberries if they're decent and have flavour - most shop-bought ones are all size and no flavour and have a weird texture. Not blueberries so much, after the summer working on the blueberry farm, although Ontario blueberries are good.
9) Apples. Get a space all their own. I had braces in high school for a couple of years, and I missed being able to crunch into an apple like you wouldn't believe. I bought some yesterday, only I forgot to bring one with me to work. *pouts*
10) Scrambled eggs. Like [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], I'm a big fan of breakfast food for dinner. Scrambled eggs with mushroom, spring onion and sun dried tomato mixed in? So good. Plus, there's the fake bacon. All the taste and smell of real bacon, without the throwing up!
Hmm, maybe I do comfort food after all. Tho' I'm sort of wishing the nausea would go away sometime soon...
Yes, I would have just realised there's only three weekends left before I leave. Gah.
Any way, something easy to start the day. A meme. The comfort food meme. Or at least I thought it would be easy. I've discovered in recent years I don't do comfort food. When I'm stressed or upset or sick, I don't eat. Stems from the whole 'nearly stressing self into a stomach ulcer' I did back when things were the worst during the break up. You know - Insanity Fortnight. It's not a good habit, and not one I'm proud of, but honestly, most of the time I feel sick to my stomach and only eat when I start getting the shakes or the world starts greying out when I stand up too fast. It's not a conscious decision either, before people start yelling at me to not be stupid. I just don't remember.
But, shall attempt the meme, 'cause it's a nifty meme. And I'm tired and slow-witted and putting off starting on the pile of asbestos-related death findings. I also find comfort in cooking, even if not the actual eating...
1) Tea. Big mug of hot tea. Depending on the sort of tea, either with milk, or black with one sugar, or if it's the sort [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] has for his teapot, black with nothing at all. I still remember a night of pot after pot of tea, and much talking for hours on end. Actually, a lot of my more meaningful conversations have occurred with a mug of tea in my hands. Something about the heat and the taste - I started drinking tea at my grandparents' place. The bus would drop us off at the bottom of the hill after school, and my brother and I would go in and have afternoon tea with Nana and Grandad.
2) Mum's baked veggies. Before meat and I finally parted ways, I'd include her rosemary and garlic roast lamb with that, but yeah. Crispy baked potatoes, mushy pumpkin, carrots... With gravy. *smiles a little at the joke*
3) Sushi. Although not when I'm stressed and have squidy tummy, since I'm feeling yesterday's effort now. Good quality sushi with wasabi and soy, preferably mixed up in a little bowl for dipping. It's the ritual as much as the taste, but it also reminds me of Japan, where I first started becoming a person I wanted to be.
4) Steamed vegetables and plain white rice. Must include brussel sprouts and/or broccoli, depending on seasonality. Something the stomach can handle - it's my cleansing, 'getting rid of crap' meal. Symbolic as well as literal. After the ex finally moved out, my first grocery shop included a big bag of brussel sprouts, since he hated even the smell of them cooking and wouldn't let me buy them. Bah.
5) Basic pasta sauce. This is more of a comfort cooking than eating, although I always feel better for having had it. I know the recipe like I know my own name, and I can make it with my eyes closed. Not that it's that complicated or anything. But yeah, something about going through familiar motions, the smell of garlic and basil cooking...
6) Toast. With vegemite or cream cheese. Nothing sweet. *gags* I've noticed when I do comfort food, I tend to stay away from sweet things. Sugar messes with my head too much. But yeah, vegemite is as much part of growing up for me as those afternoon teas with the grandparents. Moreso - there's a photo of me as a baby in my pram with vegemite smeared all over my face...
7) Rissoto. With mashed pumpkin, paremsan and pine nuts. Another comfort cooking, moreso because of the rice curse I had for ages and the achievement it represents. I'm bringing my recipe with me to Canada, because I've never found another that works as well, and I haven't quite got it memorised.
8) Nectarines, raspberries, blackberries, cherries. Strawberries if they're decent and have flavour - most shop-bought ones are all size and no flavour and have a weird texture. Not blueberries so much, after the summer working on the blueberry farm, although Ontario blueberries are good.
9) Apples. Get a space all their own. I had braces in high school for a couple of years, and I missed being able to crunch into an apple like you wouldn't believe. I bought some yesterday, only I forgot to bring one with me to work. *pouts*
10) Scrambled eggs. Like [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], I'm a big fan of breakfast food for dinner. Scrambled eggs with mushroom, spring onion and sun dried tomato mixed in? So good. Plus, there's the fake bacon. All the taste and smell of real bacon, without the throwing up!
Hmm, maybe I do comfort food after all. Tho' I'm sort of wishing the nausea would go away sometime soon...
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Date: 2005-09-27 03:15 am (UTC)Also, you are a silly.
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Date: 2005-09-28 06:35 am (UTC)And yes, I am a silly. A silly with squidgy tummy. :P