I used to put myself to sleep dreaming about the bathroom I wanted to build one day. Now I’ve done that. So now I put myself to sleep thinking about shorter term goals because that process was hell-ish. (I also suspect I’m avoiding nightmares about my sister, but that’s another story.)
breakfast: steel cut oats with cherries
snack: oranges
lunch: a variety of cheeses; cut up bell pepper, carrots, celery, and cucumber; hummus; green and black olives; some other kind of spread–artichoke?; olive bread; balsamic vinegar and olive oil
dinner: roasted and mashed sweet potato mixed with lots of creme fraiche (I want to pipe this around the bottom of the bird) topped with chives and parsley, roasted Brussels sprouts, roasted carrots, and roasted game bird cooked with a lemon, thyme, and rosemary
dessert: lemon cake
I don’t even know why I want this so bad. But someday soon… I’m doing it. The whole shebang.
I am a lot happier with my cooking these days.
At its best the NHS is great. At its worst it is still better than the health care that a huge number of Americans have.
I’m finding it fascinating how many Americans are arguing with me that socialised medicine is terrible. By what metric?!
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