fullHome-made lentil dhal with rice. Made the spice mix with some of my home-grown chilies this time. Very nice. Perfect warm comfort food: lots of cinnamon, coriander, cloves and chili. Large bowl.
Muffins. Proper English muffins, adrip with butter, not those American cupcake thingies. Adrip with butter AND home-made elderberry and raspberry jam. Two of them.
A hunk of decent Cheddar. Cheese has to be the food of the gods. Sod eight records and a good book (Shakespeare and the Bible already being there: I can't wait for some Muslim guest on DID to point out how discriminatory that is), I shouldn't last a week on a desert island without cheese. Maybe I'd be allowed cheese as my luxury?
I want to bake bread, but my Gottverdammt back won't let me stand for more than a few minutes, so that's out.
And, to polish it off, a glass of decent sherry, since I'm out of port. Damn damn damn poverty, when a man can't even take a glass of port by his own fire. But very nice sherry, mind you. And only a small one. Booze and opiates really don't mix well.
If I manage to keep this up, I may avert the slide into becoming scrawny!Kay, which is happening with accelerating rapidity. I do not like being able to count my ribs; I'm not built skinny, and it brings back bad memories. Damn, I wish I was a comfort eater, rather than the reverse - then again, that has its own downside.
And, what is it with the BBC? do they no longer fact-check? All the time I'm hearing "Fentanyl, a potent anaesthetic derived from opium". Bah. It's N-phenyl-N-[1-(2-phenylethyl)-4-piperidi
