food mood and sores

How is it that after an hour of strenuous upper body workout it's my legs and glutes that are sore?
These are the kind of odd situations I do not understand.
I mean there wasn't a single squat today but oh so many biceps curls, Arnold presses, pushups, halo's and hammer curls and yet it's not my biceps or triceps that are screaming but my thighs.
What on earth?

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I feel like eating keema today. Mutter keema specifically and well, haha what a joke because dinners that are not by myself are vegetarian if no one is ordering out and how does one get keema into this equation?
Perhaps I can make some out of soy granules.
Sighs.

eats and bits

As a great believer in food tourism, I like to deviate from the usual fare of usual dinners on Thursday's and culinarily transcend into other realms.
The safest ones, of course, being Italian and Thai and the braver ones being Korean and or Japanese, not that any is absolutely authentic but it needn't be so in food.
And so today I've been asked to drop a pin over the safe word that is Italy and make risotto, something I absolutely love to eat, no matter the challenges surrounding a vegetarian version of it and so I shall go about it, though now is hardly the time to make or even talk about it because it's best cooked just before dinner, because the longer it stands the gloopier it becomes, owing to the starch in those rice and the only reason I talk of food right now is because I feel hungry.
It's the 4pm slump and soon, anytime now I shall be heading out, a leash in hand, doing a bit of baking myself under the hot sun.
To say that I've burnt to a charred crisp would be a bit of an overstatement but not entirely incorrect because I have now begun peeling.
Right then. Away we go!

triangulated in sliced life

Fridays translate as bloody laborious in casa moi simply because I feel a bit of immodest splurge washing over me and thusly a couple hours in the kitchen preparing dough for a pizza and skinning tomatoes for marinara sauce are a task I linger on most devotedly for the rewards are rich and immensely pleasing.
It's been a while since I made pizza at home and doing everything from the barest of scratch was what I needed to extract myself from the drudgeries of domesticity..a bit counter intuitive spending time in the kitchen to relieve oneself from spending time in the kitchen but this is how it sometimes works for me.
Destressing through cooking and not through a meal that I'm supposed to cook, but something that I wouldn't normally cook. Making pizza is no adventure but somehow making anything with yeast feels so very special.

So yes..perhaps I'll throw some homemade spiced popcorn and guacamole+chips in the mix so as to ease the burden of stuffing oneself with pizza only meal but who am I kidding?

dinner and motivation

An oncoming weekend that hits you smack in the face and as you lie recuperating from the wind knocked out of your system a question looms large overhead 'what's for dinner?'.

Having been asked in various tones ranging from terse to appeal to implore to not cook up a batch up of 'clean food good for health' this Friday, I sit here typing this after punching pizza dough. 

It sits serenely in a warm place, doing its good ol' rising trick while I wonder what kind of healthy side dish I could jeuje up that'd serve as my main course.

Of course there's nothing wrong with eating pizza for dinner, and any experienced sinner might tell you that it serves a perfect dinner meal each night, and a once in awhile carbo mania is nothing if not ecstatic, but it's somehow always good to have a healthier option to fill yourself with, just so you don't allow yourself to dive deep into the molten cheese bread combo, because there's always this fear of drowning and never coming back up because say whatever, everything indulgent tastes far superior than anything healthy.. and this is a sad contradiction we musts live with. Sighs galore.

Having said that I'm no stickler for health food, and I don't believe in categorizing foodstuffs in what's good for you and what's bad. It's just that when you work so much towards a healthier body in terms of fitness, functionality and flexibility it's difficult to give it all up for one night of pleasure, no matter how alluring. 

A once in awhile splurge matters none. If you're good to your body, nourishing it and taking care of it, go ahead and knock yourself out every now and then. Live a little. There are days when one needn't give a singular thought to restrained eating..only remember to get back to taking care of it after a bout of permissive immoderation; what happens however is that weekend tends to shed water all over your plans of fitness and staying healthy. The little devil on your shoulder easily convinces on virtues of having earned an extravagant weekend and how weekdays are always there to even out weekend decadence.. and so the story continues.

Gym memberships paid in full for an entire year, yet gyms are rarely visited and so forth. 

It's not that there is lack of motivation,  just that we're able to justify ourselves otherwise.

It sounds odd but sometimes you have to berate yourself to be motivated. You've got to tell yourself off and criticize and find faults within you and force yourself to correct them. It sounds negative I know, and since everyone nowadays always seems to be on the positivity train these thoughts do come out as harsh, but really they work. 

If you're only always looking at boosting your morale, chances are that you make yourself see you in a better light than you deserve and thus fall back on your plans. 

Positivity in life is important, but not when you're significantly falling behind on your goals. 

Sometimes you just have to feel depressed about being shit and make improvements in your life by ironing out your faults and making better decisions. 

So pizza for dinner is all good, but a salad on the side or baked vegetables and brown rice is even better. 

bazoombah

now's not the time
to mull over and whine
the clocks have spoken
I've heard them chime
to remind that it's near
the time i always fear
when I have to decide
what are we going to dine
or what is it for dinner
like a goddamn sinner
I wish it were only just me
then a small meal it'd be
but alright that's fine
the gods've given me a sign
a deaf mute signal
or was it just a mime
   'child,wash off the dust
wipe out the grime
cook what you must
whatever you think of first
if yer heart is true
it could even be slime'
oh god i thank you
for the dumb whispering
divine coo
now i know what i should do
as you said my heart need be true
food is food
either drink or chew
and there's enough time
to cook a dish of mine
a baking tray full of aromatic air
by no means is that an end
of tonight's extravagant affair
for my heart leaps
with thoughts so nice
I'll serve baked air with a soup of ice

sisyphuck

Haha to opening your mouth and letting out a swarm of locusts to attack.
How Imhotep.

I keep glancing at the watch and recoil back in my shell contemplating the amount of time left for me to enter kitchen and do a bit of dinner pottering.
Not that I have a problem against cooking.. it's the routine of cooking that gets to me.. also that it's a Monday and it's cold, and kitchen duties involve a goodly amount of wetting your hands and sobs.

Dinner countdown so to say.
Oddly enough I don't feel hungry.. and I'm loathe to confess that my lunch today was almost 2 dozen dumplings. It was an outburst of pent up anger that released itself in a hunger havoc that I unleashed over fresh dumplings that were being boiled to perfection in front of me eyes while I selected ripe tomatoes.
And now in hindsight I realize I was only short of snorting them babies up or shooting them up my veins, the way I ate them.

I might not look it but I eat more than, well, most people. Just that I like to keep my gluttony in check.
Also 11/11 tempted me to buy a dress, and against my better judgement I bought something to wear online, which turns out one size too small for me. It fits me, in fact it's almost like I'm poured into it, which means keeping carbs in check.
This is the last time I'm buying clothes online. I usually don't, in fact I never do. I slipped.

Right, off to kitchen then. sobs again. 

melange

Ah, finally.
I've been trying to get the VPN to work, changing protocols and what not and it didn't budge a bit from its 'failed to connect to vpn' stance. Grr, I was angry.

But all that's over.  Praise be gods. It's finally connected. For how long? I don't know.

A spot of sunshine today, and I let the house air a bit, except sunshine was a facde and the air was cold as ice, but did that deter me from flinging back the curtains and pulling up the window panes? No sir.
The cat has been home since morning, lounging on the bed, nestling in the fat fold of thick pillows.
My roomba has been in an overdrive of sorts collecting cat hair in its stomach.

I find it a lot easier typing on laptop than on ipad. In fact typing on iPad is absolutely no fun. I'd rather type on phone. Before this whole mess with the 'blogger app' I only always did type on phone, but sobs.
Seriously, are they going to update the app or what?

Ah well, it's cold and getting colder. The merest hint of the thought of washing dishes drives me over the edge. I mean warm running water from the tap is fine, but still..water is water. When it begings evaporating, it leaves your hands cold.

Sigh, thoughts on dinner. What what what? such difficult questions in life one must pose. I mean Oedipus has nothing on it. Sphinx's riddle be damned. The real question is what to cook? I've a good amount of mushrooms, so perhaps that, and instead of two different dishes maybe I can do one dish and the second can be an elaborate salad. Why not? Let's change things a bit every now and then.
I've got my hands on the loveliest of radishes. Red as a rose and smaller than a gold ball. I have a good mind to do something with them. Perhaps roast them and make nice salad with other greens.

So many thoughts.. also in market to make a nice cake. Or something sweet.

- faggy vamper in space.. oh dear oh dear. wonder what that story arc is going to take us. Can't wait.

dinner

Dinner for one
a lonely number
an easy sum
1+ 0 = 1
nothing much elaborate
a singular bowl or plate
few dishes as possible to clean
maybe a one pot meal
not an everyday fare
a lazy stare,
at the stove and its done
as quick as that
and special still
not skimping on the flavours
it shouldn't be a drill
a bake perhaps. a stew or soup
how about a fusion? a culinary coup
some proteins. some veggies from fall
there are greens in the fridge
frozen marine life small
perhaps a light grill
and special marinade
anything easily made
but not too frivolous
that I can ladle in a bowl
brisk, simple, delicious, nutritious
challenging dinner goal
that's the thing about being alone
a crown on my head
yet I rule without a throne.