In this post I'm not even going to tell the truth about the types of 'lazyblogitis' I've suffered from. For I doubt not that you're all going to be
fairly cognisant of how it all goes. There's always myriads of ideas
waiting to burst forth like spring flowers. That's in a couple of months
by the way. Almost decent, (I'm only speaking for me and my characters) sensible
sentences formed these past weeks but like dreams in the night quickly hide from the light.
For the here and now – yummy lunch time –
I have cooked a delightful dish. To some it may appear somewhat green.
Never fear. It ‘tasteth somewhat
different to how it doth looketh.’ Or maybe it does. My word versus
the onlooker’s eyesight = a trip to some very fine buildings.
This is how I ‘magicked’ up the sensation on the plate: Peeled 1
medium onion and hacked it. It cried. Not me. I did something
similar to an inch of ginger – sliced it with a sharp knife. The 3 cloves of
garlic I made mincemeat of. Then with the rapeseed oil bubbling I stood
over them as they sizzled. I smiled cruelly at their steaming cries. Finally,
deducing they were getting browned off, I threw in half a dealt-with fennel, 3
lots of chopped pak choi, 3 cracked-on-their-head eggs, 2 jaggedly cut carrots
that had been sweet on me and stirred like crazy. Midway to resting my arms and
wipe the forehead of the 'ladies glow' I poured in a tablespoon of
Worcestershire sauce, darkly dangerous soy sauce and hot (I know how to handle
it) chili pickle (confession: not my homemade). Rested I took up the
spoon once more. Then, no way am I going to admit to having forgotten, I
thrust in a third of a packet of kale. Apparently it’s really good for the
insides. As it’s my first time...(very shy admission), I'm not sitting in
judgment.
