I accidentally ate chives yesterday. I don’t ever ever ever want to do that again!
I had a lovely five-course meal, not including desert, made by my good Italian friend, Mrs MMC. It was soooo good. She has food allergies and sensitivities herself, and one of the other guests was vegetarian, so she had no problem making a special version of one appetiser just for me, sans onion.
And it was fabulous. Three kinds of bruschetta, then cannelloni, then wee eggplant aka aubergine thingies that were like tiny lasagnes! I ate two of the cannelloni and before the meat course was served, I bragged how she hadn’t made me stuffed to the gills yet. There was a lovely smoked baked cheese all the way from family in Italy, and wow – heaven in a nibble.
The meat course was a potato mash with nice big slices of truffle, turkey that had been cooking for 15 hours served in a tasty sauce that was meant to be a cream sauce, but as the chef herself is lactose intolerant, it was made lactose-free.
About 15 minutes after the meat course – and I could have had seconds (oh no. I did have seconds!), I started to feel quite full. Well, finally! I thought, I ate a ton! Ten minutes later while eating homemade peach pie and my homemade raspberry ice cream, that full feeling started to be rather uncomfortable. I lasted another 15 minutes and had to make my goodbyes, even though it was early. I poured out 3/4 of my last beer before I left, because I was feeling icky.
On the walk home I started wheezing because I couldn’t inhale deep enough to get a good breath. I wanted to belch but my esophagus didn’t want to work right; it wasn’t sure if I needed to throw up or hold it in. I was pretty okay with puking all down my front at this point, but nothing was working right.
Once home, I did the minimum necessary to get things ready for the morning, and collapsed on the couch, leaving the crippled man to fend for himself for the first time in months. I couldn’t do a thing but moan: my stomach hurt so badly and it felt like my ribs were being popped out from the inside.
But oh god, I was thirsty! How could I drink anything when I couldn’t even breathe for the bloat in my abdomen?
I slept hard from about 10:50 to 3:30 am, then I was awake every 30 to 45 minutes. Thirsty, coughing, barely able to turn my body from the pain. I did get up at 5:30 for water, and then Lumi decided I was a toy and got behind the TV again to piss me off. I locked him out (not sleeping with my boy is a true sign I’m fucked up) and continued the waking/sleeping thing for the next two hours but now in increments of ten minutes. Desperate to ease the strain and so thirsty and still unable to burp…but there were some very welcome farts! I was kinda glad I can’t sleep next to himself as I might have blown him out of the bed! Or suffocated him…
I had a bad night.
I felt terrible having to ask Mrs MMC today what was in the turkey dish, as I knew from the timing that it had to be the culprit. I suspected the lactose free milk, as I’d never had that before. I really hoped it wasn’t the truffles or the smoked and baked cheese! I want those again. Oh yes.
Since she knows onions hate me (and the feeling is mutual) she had been extra careful, but worried maybe she used the same spoon? I didn’t think such a small amount would have caused such a problem. So I asked, were there leeks or anything like that in with the turkey or mashed potatoes?
Chives. Chives were in the sauce for the turkey! Little and innocent, soft and tender, invisible chives. Well hell, its not her fault she didn’t realise they are in the onion family. So is garlic, and I can eat that until it comes out my pores (and I do).
I might have eaten one level serving spoon full of sauce – a few ounces at most. As I couldn’t even see green, it might have been one half of one chive that did this to me.
I can damn well tell you it will never happen again! People think I’m ‘picky’ when I say I don’t like onions and they don’t like me either – it’s real. It’s not an allergy, it is an intolerance. I swear to fuck, my body does not tolerate having onions or chives inside of it!
Save me from an unknown serving of potato and leek soup, please! I’m now going to be terrified of eating anything I don’t cook myself.
I think it’s been officially feeling like summer this month, off and on. Likely about all the summer we will get! My flowers are loving it.
The first roses of the year. I love them all.
Clematis – top one is one of the new babies from last year. Just opened this morning! The others are growing up the weed-willow I have in the corner, and are the main reason why this grey willow still lives here. That and the birds love it. And I have a wisteria growing in there, too!
Things here are far from normal. I’d prefer not to go into detail, but hubby is again very unwell. Nevertheless, I found a way back into the gardening groove. I’ve done a lot in the last few days, without even getting near the years-old stash of seeds.
Wrong time of year, I know, but I planted the rest of the gladiolus hubby bought me last year (it might die, but it will certainly die if leave in the house another year). I also planted snakes-head fritillary, some ordinary lilies, three spider lilies, and about four other types of bulbs he bought for me last year. I’m almost glad he isn’t well enough to be shopping right now as I have hardly any room left! All these seed packets of potential life are kinda breaking my heart. I need about five more acres of land…
I have had a few happy surprises from older plants.
Celeriac? I tried some from seed two years ago, no joy. This grew in a poor bonsai that himself bought me – bonsai died (one of the things I’m not good at). I dug it out and moved it to the Stupid Girl raised bed. Hope it keeps going as we have discovered that celeriac is delicious.
I am pretty sure these gladiolus are coming up way too early. Also shown is the world’s tallest gazania, still going strong. Tallest according to Ark, who should know; they are native to South Africa.
Ash tree that decided to grow in one of my containers. There aren’t any ash trees nearby at all! One of two I have. They take up a good amount of space, but I have a friend who wants them both for his very wooded property. He is welcome to have them – I figure if they like me, they will like him, too.
My one and only tulip. You can’t tell here, but this is about the size of the top joint of my thumb. It is wee! I dug them all out last year and planted them nice and safe in sunshiney pots… I got one. Oh well! There is always next year.
One for Ark – I rarely see grasshoppers here. This one is so tiny, that white thing is a dog hair. Poor thing was also missing one vital back leg. I ushered it into the grass, maybe it will have a chance there.
Of Piggie Peggy, of course.
Last week there was a dead cat on the side of the road right across from my work. My heart dropped like a lead weight when I saw it, afraid that it might be Piggie: it wasn’t. The poor thing laid there for three damn days before anyone did anything about it.
Strikes one and two against the area where she lives. Busy road, and no one cares about cats.
She has a great fear of cars, but you know anything can happen. She could get chased by a loose dog, or by one of the many many kids that walk past to the school nearby.
Then, there is this. She is SO pregnant. Any day she is going to be a young mom, again.
The problem for me is that I’m off work until May 2nd. She won’t have anyone looking out for her, and she will be looking for me. I’m not going to be there when she has them! Not even nearby! I know I’d likely not see her for weeks while they mature, of course, but I’d still be trying to get a glimpse of her. Her probable ‘home’ is the shed out back of one particular house right on the main road. I’m nearly certain she isn’t allowed inside, as she usually smells of kerosene.
I can say that I’m the only one who shows her affection, because she has learned so well how to get me to love on her the way I want to (don’t sharpen your nails on my leg. No, I’m not going to play with you with my hands). She was very unsocialised before she learned that laps and face-scratches are good things.
Then the last, worst, thought occurred to me. These people don’t get her any veterinary care – what if they are the type of people who also drown kittens? It’s not that uncommon here, disgustingly.
So, I’m seriously tempted to go and steal her away. The problem is: what I would do next? Obviously a vet visit straight away. Then what? We can’t take another cat, especially a pregnant one, into our house. She’s an outdoor cat in any case and would hate to be inside with the dog and two male cats twice her size. Not to mention that himself would kill me, we have enough troubles going on.
The only shelter we have outside would be our shed, which is a disaster of junk, tiny, and none too clean. Not really a step up for her, at all. And not a place for kittens.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I should go and knock on doors to see what the situation is? Offer to help rehome the kittens and get her spayed? What would you do? I know this sense of responsibility is my own fault, for making friends with her. I can’t help but feel that someone has to act responsibly.
Oh wait, there is a bug also, but it’s not pooping.
Not flowers. Yet. But this is my first peony and I just love it! All along the back are self-seeded digitalis, and a few weeds (oops). But isn’t the peony just lovely, stems and all? I hope she blooms this year, but as I’ve said this is a bought plant and I have no idea how old it is, so maybe not this year as she might still be a teenager. I don’t care, the foliage is beautiful, too.
I’ve not seen many bees yet this spring, but I have seen hoverflies. They like to warm themselves right by my front door. Freaks himself out as he thinks anything that looks like a bee is going to attack him. I’m working on that.
The steel rods were in the recycle bin at work, so I brought them home to hammer into the ground as supports for my raspberries. The ground is so rocky and hard here that I can’t get a bamboo cane deep enough to be a proper support, unless I start a major excavation. Here is to hoping that these will work. When I get around to it…
It’s been warm, mostly. I’m talking hovering right around 10 deg C or 50 F. Heat waaaaave!
My plants think so, anyway.
The azalea is small, but blooming like a mad thing. The pic I took was a blurry mess, so I’m not sharing. The peony seems to grow an inch a day, and is such a lovely dark reddish purpleish maroonish that I think it needs a colour named after it instead of my awkward description.
The bleeding heart that hubby bought last year is very small, but in flower.
The columbines are going beserk right next to the bleeding heart, now that the not-sweet-pea’s mess of dead vines have been cleared out.
But what I really want to know is… what the heck are these?
And what are these?
I should know what these are, as himself bought them for me last year as ground cover. I’m sure that I posted then what they are, but I’ve forgotten now. They are starting to do the intended job, at least.
A very short one this afternoon, as in about an hour we are going to the pub to watch the parade!
I wanted to share the link to hubby’s internet radio show and his St Patrick’s Day Special. All Irish musicians picked and played for you by an Irishman in Ireland!
If you are looking for some good music to get you in the celebratory mood, please have a listen!
Edit: now with a playlist!
1. Tom Morrison – Dunmore Lassies/Manchester Reel/Castlebar Traveler
2. Something Happens – Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello (Petrol)
3. The Four Of Us – Fool For Temptation
4. Power of Dreams – Never Told You
5. Ghost Of An American Airman – Honeychild
6. Forget Me Nots – So Good
7. Cypress Mine – Funny Street
8. The Would Be’s – Funny Ha Ha
9. That Petrol Emotion – It’s A Good Thing
10. Cactus World News – The Bridge
11. The Fountainhead – The Rhythm Method
12. The Blades – Ghost Of A Chance
13. Microdisney – Town To Town
14. Those Nervous Animals – The Business Enterprise (My Friend John)
15. Wilt – No Worries
16. Bawl – Older And Older
17. In Tua Nua – All I Wanted
18. A House – I’ll Always Be Grateful
19. Cry Before Dawn – The Seed That´s Been Sown
20. The Frank and Walters – Colours
21. NRBQ – It’s St. Patrick’s Day
22. Sack – What Did The Christians Ever Do For Us?
23. Stump – Boggy Home
24. Thin Lizzy – Emerald [BBC Session]
25. Rory Gallagher – Follow Me
26. Sultans Of Ping – Where’s Me Jumper?
27. Morrissey – Irish Blood, English Heart
28. Julian Cope – Cromwell in Ireland
29. The Waterboys – The Stolen Child
30. Kate Bush – Mná Na hÉireann (Women of Ireland)
31. Sinéad O’Connor – I Am Stretched On Your Grave
32. Kila – Leath Ina Dhiaidh a hOcht (Half Eight)
33. Damien Dempsey – St. Patrick’s Day
34. The Stunning – Brewing Up A Storm
35. An Emotional Fish – Celebrate
36. Toasted Heretic – Another Day, Another Riot
37. U2 – Bad (Live)
38. Jerry Fish & The Mudbug Club – True Friends (Autamata Remix)
I was off work for a week and a day. When I came back, I searched every day and questioned my coworkers to see if Piggy had been around. All I could learn is that she had only been seen on the first Monday that I missed work – under a car. The weather was terrible the whole time, so it made sense she was sheltering somewhere.
I was back the next week on Tuesday. I looked for her and called for her several times a day – no Piggie. I started to worry, a lot. Did she get hit by a car?
She finally showed up at half five on Thursday, after me panicking for two and a half days!
She had two new big scratches on her nose, which are healing now. Poor girl. She is going to look like a battered old tomcat pretty soon, with the lack of care and not being spayed. Grrr.
Today’s weather was gorgeous. Sunny, warm, calm – just perfect. Of course I went outside for lunch and yes, she came to find me!