Blurgh

Today was frittered away on the worst hangover I've experienced in a long time. I was hung. WAY over. I do not like feeling like this!! It's a waste. Sometimes we all need a day of staggering around in our undies, lying down on the futon and thrashing about gently with some whimpers, reading random blogs, and not having to stand up straight when we do decide to try going upright for a few minutes. But on fine-weather days I'd much rather be doing something else. I feel restless and a bit snarky at myself for staying inside all day. I could have averted it all with just a few glasses of water before bed, but did I? I did not.

I did, however, make a delicious burger. With two months left to go til I depart these sweet shores, I've realised I have WAY too much food lying around and not much time left to use it all up. I am going to have to do some serious legume/pulse dishes in the next few weeks. Chick peas/lentils/random dried beans galore! Too much soba! More spices than one girl ever needs! Nine different types of flour! I do believe I am about to do something useful and make a two-month meal plan!

So, anyway, tofu and homemade (by somebody else at somebody else's home) bread were pulled from the freezer, and all the last flaccid veges from the fridge came out, much like my manfriend's penis does from his pants (I am getting slightly less cool with no proper sexings, it must be said). Most of the veg sadly went in the bin (you know how lettuces just suddenly melt on the bottom but look fine on top for ages?! whyyy) but I had fresh basil and wasabi, which I chopped up, and an avocado, which I mashed and added the herbs to, followed by a blob of honey. I also had teeny tiny tomatoes and cucumbers, which I sliced up, and yuba, which I salted, peppered, and laid across the second slice of bread (the first had the delicious avo-herb mash on it). I fried onions with the tofu, and added sake, vinegar and shoyu in the last few seconds. Some finely-sliced carrot went in a small heap with blanched spinach and sesame seeds mixed in.

Last, not to be mistaken for least, came the pickles. Three types - tiny bumpy sour whole cucumber, yellow salty-sour daikon, and delicate fragrant cabbage. Oh, my.

It was a magnificent lunch, and I ate it reading a book, with chilled barley tea, YUM, and a headache that squeezed one eye shut until I gave in and googled the name on a packet of pills I found in the cupboard that blessedly turned out to be painkillers.

Yessss.

It's 6pm as I write, and all I've gotten done today, from a long potential list, were the dishes, my lunch, a round of touching myself, and two emails. Drink and the devil did for the rest.