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Category: Food

  • I had my wisdom teeth removed last Tuesday.  This means I have been several days without raisins. I want to eat them, I do, but the thought of digging little bits of chewed up raisin out of my tooth holes just grosses me out.  Just having salad today was awful.  Delishious, but awful. I have to do a salt water rinse after every meal, and spitting out multicoloured bits of crumb into the sink was gross.  And then the pain killers the dentist gave me, while effective, are slowly eating my stomach lining.  I’m off them now, making me the worst drug addict ever as there are some left over in the bottle.

    Note: banana pancakes are good, but would be better with raisins.

    Note 2: Dad brought me a new house plant.  One of the green furry ones. He and Mum have such faith in me they just keep replacing the plants I kill off with new ones.  So far, so good. Ok, I just checked and I’m pretty sure it’s a real plant.

    Note 3: I’d like to say that the best part of my oral surgery was the two tablets of Atavan I took before the procedure, and it was fun at first (and resulted in my not knowing what was going on when, in fact, what was going on was the dentist pulling out my teeth) but afterwards I just felt sick.  Conclusion: no best part of oral surgery.  I lie: the best part was all the applesauce (good with raisins, but not *better* with raisins.)

  • Review of my first day of my new job: just spiffy! I just remembered I have to call Mum to tell her all about it…

    1/2 hour later…  I called Mum and I remembered that I forgot things in Duncan.  But I had a lot to bring, so it’s not surprizing.  I made the mistake of hanging my nice pants in the cupboard while I was there, instead of leaving them in the heap in my suitcase.  So I forgot those.  I also forgot some dips and cheese in the fridge.  I remembered the dip when I got home and there are chips here.  But where is the dip??  Arrrg!  I also meant to bring the remaining soy cheese with me because no one will eat it otherwise.

  • Nov 3. At the intervals of plays, young theatre employees come into the audience with trays of ice cream to sell and audience members traipse down the aisles to purchase a treat. Not me though because I’m allergic!!! Such a party pooper. This evening the young blond woman near me is yelling “Ice cream available to buy here!” and I am tempted as it is warm in here and the aisian women in front of me are sharing a lite tub of choco icecream that looks lovely. They eat it with a little plastic paddle. In other news, there are two asian ladies sitting in front of me at this performance, which means I can see over their heads to the stage. I am grateful for this.

    It has been nearly twenty years since I last watched Phantom. (I realized this with a pang of horror before the performance began.) I have changed a lot since then. For example, Mr. Phantom makes me a little uncomfortable with his domination and power over Christine. Contol freak asshole. Get back in your hole. I did not think this way when I was 13. I just thought he was cool and romantic. I was thinkig that maybe I’d switch theatres at intermission and go to the end of the ballet for which I have an unused ticket. My secret adoration of melodrama and a cool riff shall keep me here, however.

  • One thing I like about England so far is that toast just arrives dry. There are little pads or containers of butter at the table to be used at your own discretion, or, in my case, not at all. I also like that my breakfast is included with the cost of accomodation. I also like that it is the Full English breakfast that is served. Back home I call this “Dad’s Breakfast”– bacon and eggs with toast. Sometimes with sausage. Here it also comes with fried half-a-tomato and mushrooms. I approach the tomato with caution. I ignore the mushrooms.

    Itinerery update. I travelled to Winchester via Paddingtom Station instead of Waterloo, taking me through Reading. This isn’t the normal route, but is possible. It’s quicker to go through Waterloo, but the Heathrow Express from the airport goes to Paddington. So there. And I took the Heathrow Ex instead of the tube as planned because I was tired and the Heathrow Ex is easy.

    Today if I planned better I might have seen Stonehenge but I missed all tours leaving Bath due to being at the fashion museum. As it is, I’m not especially bothered: ancient rocks vs. Diana’s dresses. It’s a hard decision.

    Now I’ve found a vegan/veggie restaurant at which to eat and am waiting for dessert to arrive. There is dessert I can eat and so I am having some. That’s right.

    Tomorrow I’ll breakfast in Bath and then wait around a while for the off-peak time arrives for taking the train, and then back to London.

  • I used my mum’s greek salad recipe, left out the feta, exchanged basil for thyme and added wagon-wheel pasta.  Lunch!

    My Oyster Card arrived in this morning’s mail.  Mail, by the way, still scares the shit out of me when it arrives, the metal mail slot in my door clanking invasivly whenever anything is shoved through.  I’m not here enough when mail arrives to get used to it.  So I spent my morning writing and making more travel plans.  I don’t have much to to at this point, having spent the first week of September obsessing over all the details.  I want this card in my pocket when I land so that I may get on my way as soon as possible upon landing.  I don’t know how tired I’ll be so I want to be prepared.  Next: train tickets?  Second next: still way to early to start making lists.

  • I keep forgetting to make bread until it’s too late.  Brown bread needs five hours to cook and I got to bed around 10 lately.  I have to remember before 5 to set up my bread machine.  Maybe I could set the timer so that it cooks overnight, beeping around 6:30.  Only no, it makes disturbing noises while mixing, and would no doubt scare the bejezzus out of me in the midddle of the night.  Not cool, bread machine.  Not cool.

  • For someone who has sub-titled their blog “grandeur of summer” I sure haven’t written very much during described season.  The reason is thus: lazy and hot.  Today I have ballet class and then I’m going to get a Big Mac.  It is the last ballet class of this summer session and it has been well worth the time and money put in.  A good teacher and I am remembering how to position my body to do ballet.  Also, by ballet musles are reminding me that they don’t like to be used in this way, at least not after a year of atrophe.  It seems modern dance just doesn’t use them in the same way.

    Next week I have five whole days of work, whereas this week I had only three (holiday on Monday and flex day today.)  Grrr.

  • I walked past a young man on the street who looked like a monkey.  A few steps later I saw a banana peel on the road.  Monkey must have littered.

    I’d like to present to you the Smitty’s in downtown Victoria:

    I think something has gone terribly wrong.  The sign doesn’t say “Smitty’s” anymore.  It says “West Coast Grill”.  This isn’t as much fun to say as “Smitty’s” AND also takes up a lot of time with all those consonants.

    This is their M.O., which I guess seems promising enough.  I like both breakfast and lunch, as well as dinner.  I guess I also should have found out if they will serve me breakfast at dinnertime, as this will be the real test.

    Oh, Smitty’s, where did you go??

  • New post!  I started Tiny String 23 this weekend.  It may be mistakenly labelled as “24” in some places.  This is a mild accident because I started another issue 23 but didn’t like it/decided it wasn’t ready for sharing.  Therefore, I am numerically confused.

    This weekend I will not be seeing Simon & Garfunkel in concert.  Who knows what I’ll get up to.

    Food:  Shredded Wheat.  Grapes!  Spaghetti with sauce from a tin.

  • I was a little miffed exactly three weeks ago when I got a call cancelling my dentist appointment.  But just a little miffed.  I wanted to get it over with, but I certainly don’t mind not going to the dentist (as I told the receptionist when I called in to re-book).  I have to be patient, anyway, since I’m scheduling appointments on my flex days, and those only come around every three weeks.

    I finally got in for my last thing today (and my face in frozen!) and they gave me a Starbucks card for being so accomodating.  I will gladly be accomodating again if it means a Starbucks card.  I also got a refund from my last visit, because I overpaid/they took to much/insurance covered more than they thought.  So I really cleaned up at the dentist today.

    Now I’m going to attempt to eat a hamburger with a frozen face.  The reason I need a hamburger at this time specifically, is because I was watching TV while I was having dentistry performed on me, and I was watching Regis and Kelly (actually Regis and Bernadette Peters today) and they made hamburgers.  I’m very suseptable to the suggestion of food.