Jul 01 2008
Did I speak too soon?
Work so far this week has been such a disappointment! Yesterday was possibly the longest day of my life, with today not far behind. Yesterday I simply put it down to the fact that it was Monday and so people were obviously going to be a little tired and more quiet than usual. But then today came, the hours seeming to pass backwards, and I had to reconsider. Is it that the people I worked with last week haven’t been here? I’m not sure but I guess I’ll find out tomorrow when I’m working with Frank again.
It could be that I haven’t slept very well. This morning I kept waking up in a panic every ten minutes from around four am. Yeah, insane. I have no idea how or why it happened. All I know is, by six I was so fed up with it I just got up and went in the shower — and I still managed to not get upstairs until a quarter to eight!? Strange.
Today has been spent mostly on the internet, trying to discover new food blogs worthy of my attention (no I’m not serious. What I mean is of course food blogs that touch on the same things I like. I’m just in a pissy mood today) as my google reader was empty this morning after a very work-empty and internet-filled yesterday.
I’ve also been able to cook again (oh, the joy!) since mum left and I swear, nothing calms me quite like planning and cokoing meals. Cooking meals that others have planned for me stresses me out as I have to try and get things the way they want them (it’s especially bad when they say ‘I don’t mind how you do it’ because I know they really do mind when it comes down to it and without any hint as to how they want it it’s just plain scary!) But when I get to do my own thing, oh man, I’m in heaven. Last night I made some chicken thighs for dad and myself and they turned out beautifully, the skin incredibly crispy and the meat so juicy and delicious I’ve seriously never tasted anything like it. I braised them and they got to hang out with some assorted veg in the oven (swede, carrots, potatoes, onion and green capsicum). I made a sauce from the cooking juices which just added that extra little something to the already scrumptious plateful. No picture - there was no time to waste on photos when I smelled that chicken.
I did, however, get a photo of my first meal after mum left. Spaghetti with cured ham, vegetables and a tiny bit of Jarlsberg. I even posted the recipe, it’s under pasta. Here’s the plate of overflowing, light goodness:
Ok, I suppose I should get back to work. I mean, reading food blogs. Who knew even that could get boring?