Dìthreabhachd 220319

Actually not really a busy day, yet quite a few achievements: Backed up hard drive's Docs folder (after almost 3 months rather than my usual 1). Shaved my bottom lip & my moustache's overgrowth (after weeks). Finished clearing Anki's English deck backlog (took about a fortnight). Got another food delivery, including: ice cream (had one during unpacking), Strongbow cider (for 6/4), leek (bought 1st time in my life), [unpeeled] tatties (ditto), cream for bedsores, ... in fact gave the guy a 10% tip and don't regret it. Ay, all in all a successful day.

Dìthreabhachd 220312

Tried to eat some salami - partly wanted to feel in my mouth some tougher consistency than biscuits &c again after several days, partly reasoning red meat might be good for my erythrocytes. Not a success: the sensation was pleasant indeed, but after just three of those thin factory-pre-cut slices I threw it up again. Well, at least I've tried, which is more than I manage on most of these days, at least food-wise.

Brussels sprouts & fussy eaters

During the festive period I was led to a slightly oldish article claiming that Brussels sprouts were no longer the most hated British food. Now I was surprised that they had been that in the first place; I was never offered them myself, but I was given to understand they're as much a part of the English Christmas dinner as neeps are of the Scottish Burns' supper.

Of the 'current' top ten I like gherkins, tuna and some other fishes, chicken and red meat, while I don't care about olives and prawns and wouldn't eat mushrooms unless forced to by violence. Overall it's reassuring there are so many other 'fussy eaters'. (There are things I wouldn't eat simply because of how they look.) I see no reason why you should like anything that's served to you: that would be like being one of those who 'like' any kind of music, meaning they actually don't care what's being played as long as there's some noise.

42 cilo

Rè nan ceithir sheachdainean bhon tadhal mu dheireadh agam san ospadal, bha fhios agam nach robh mi ag ithe gu leòr. Ach bha dùil agam gun robh mi a' cumail nan 46 cilo a bha agam aig an àm. Cha robh.

Dar an deach mi ann a-rithist an-dè, cha robh ach 42 chilo agam. Eagalach gu dearbh. (Cuideachd, thathar ag ràdh gur e 42 am freagairt airson a h-uile rud ...) Mar sin, a thuilleadh air an stad a chuir sin air a' cheimeo-theiripe, chuir mi romham gum b' fheudar dhomh ithe fada nas motha. Agus ithe pròtainean, beòthamanan agus mar sin sìos, seach dìreach gualuisgeachan.

Tha fhios gu bheil seo a' ciallachadh àm nas lugha airson leughaidh agus a bhith nam shuidhe aig a' choimpiutair-uchd, ga chur seachad ag ithe an àite sin, ach tha sin do-sheachnadh. So an-diugh, air 'St Mungo's Eve', thòisich mi air. Chan eil e furasta, bha eadhon pian ann (gu follaiseach, tha mo stamac fìor bheag an-dràsta), ach feumaidh mi cumail orm. Chan eil dòigh eile ann ma tha mi ag iarraidh maireann beò.

 

Des œufs

J'ai toujours aimé les œufs, mais il y avaint des longues périods quand je n'ai pas pu les manger, pour différentes raisons - soit je n'ai pas eu de temps, soit je n'avais pas de réfrigérateur, et ainsi de suite. Mais je m'en suis ennuyé, et la semaine dernière je les ai achetés. Maintenant, je rapprends à les bouillir.