the trouble with reality
I’m finding it very difficult to get back into cooking. It was only a couple of weeks, but the effect of not having to lift a finger to be fed three times a day can be very debilitating. Add to this the loss of one night’s sleep thanks to the joys of air travel and I am pushing it to even scrape together breakfast.
Dinner tonight is done already, whilst putting together a lunch of basmati rice with canned salmon and rocket (unimaginative I know but I had gone into rice withdrawals and a curry was far too complex to consider) a vegetable soup can be knocked up in the time it takes to boil rice.
So all I need to do is to count down the hours til the new Dr Who is on telly and to add a little gentle heat to the pot.
…though in my head I am lounging by the pool wondering where my next gado gado will come from.
posted by GS at 4:11 pm
2 Comments:
Tend to be the opposite. By the final days of a holiday I'm dreaming of what I can cook when I get home!
Wendy I usually am too. Even a spate of eating out 3 times in a week would have me rushing home to steam some vegetables. Other than 2 meals that were richer and more aimed at a Western palate - the food was flavoursome but quite light and I could happily eat like that for another month. With a slightly different spice range, the Balinese and Sasak food was mostly made from scratch, like at home - so fresh and tasty. All that at a couple of dollars a go and no cleaning up afterwards! Winter food in Melbourne just seems a little dreary in comparison!
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