Friday, February 22, 2008

Doctor & Ankles - Shopping - Curries

Picture 1 is Tony Worobiec and Ray Spence's book which was the basis of last night's lecture. I had actually bought my copy some months ago when his co-author lectured to the RPS East Midlands Region but when Tony Worobiec decided to 'take orders' hands were shooting up all over the hall.

Very gratifying and a surefire indicator of how well the lecture was received. I won't go on endlessly because, of course, people who aren't interested in photography read the blog. It was an excellent lecture, professionally delivered, and the examples of his work were exquisite. The only word to use.

Today has been mixed. Shopping - fine. Curries - fine. But I had an appointment with the doctor and she is very concerned about my swollen ankles. She checked me over thoroughly and I have to take yet more tablets - Metolazone in ½ tablet portions. Having wiki-ed it I can understand the advice to stop taking it as soon as they start to subside. She has made me an appointment to see her again, and I've got blood-tests and....... Our lovely, practical minded doctor, aware of our outing to The Terracota Warriors on Tuesday, instructed me to omit the tablets that day rather than spend excessive time and effort finding loos. We are very excited - it was a great Xmas present from Steven and Lisa, and including first-class rail. Like most of us we have only seen pictures and to see the warriors 'in the terracotta....." will be an Art experience. Dating from 200yrs BC and so awe-inspiringly beautiful. It is many years since either of us has been to The British Museum plus of course I shall have plenty of time to ogle St Pancras Station. I've agreed with Senior Management to take only my Casio rather than lug my Nikon plus lenses around all day. It makes sense, I realise that. Prolly be better snaps anyway! I must do a 'blog search' to discover the opinions of other bloggers who have been, and while I'm at it I'll do 'metolazone' too.

Y is concerned that I don't overdo it. But like with many things I would rather do it and suffer than opt out. I can always take to my bed for anther couple of days. But I want to go WoWing and then on Thursday we are doing the WoW presentation etc., etc.,. and I want to go over to Boughton to see Bungus.

Picture 2 is the illustration for Old Scrote's Real Food online cookbook forwarded to me by Bungus, as received from Emma. And an excellent publication it is too. Proper down-to-earth recipes which will be fun to cook. Apparently in Texas a 'scrote' is an"ornery ol' cuss". Whatever, - he writes wittily and well and I love the line drawings.

Comments......Bungus...Sorry you seem still plagued by picture-trouble and as you know I can't think of an answer. Lets just be pleased the system works most of the time.

I feel we should leave first/fore/christian names . There are differing views and nobody is Right and nobody is Wrong. And I certainly didn't know of your fluency in Urdu and Swahili ! I knew you had a 'smattering' because over the years you have used the odd phrase but I didn't realise it was extensive. And I guess most animals are edible, if properly cooked, and it is only a society's mores that proscribe. We don't eat horses, others do and simliarly with dogs. But I understand that the cat family aren't very pleasant.

Jill..... I agree about the look of the new Delia, and it smells right too! And you are right about 'mopping up' bread. Under similar circumstances Debra always uses her desert spoon. If I've cooked the meal I take it as a great compliment.

And I bet that the resultant gravy from the slow-cooked poussins was super too.

AnonymousRob...... Is recovering from flu, in Italy ! Do they play football over there at all? I bet they are both clicking away and taking award-winning snaps...

Quotation time..... In view of our forthcoming trip .....

"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it"


And so to bed....... Catch you tomorrow......


Jill said...

I share Y's concern that you don't overdo it when you visit the British Museum. I hve heard excellent reports of this, what a smashing present. Unlike the one at O2 - the Dome - Tutenkhamen etc, I have heard that artefacts are badly lit and displayed, food available is very poor and expensive, and one friend with a valid ticket still had to queue for over an hour to get in.

I've not been to either, having been lucky enough to see them both in their original places, well, China and Cairo.

Paving of the driveway is taking place, three non-English speaking Eastern Europeans are doing all the labouring, the boss man comes several times a day. All OK so far, but the noise (pneumatic drill, cement mixer, thing that tamps hard-core down and jumps up and down) is constant and horrendous.

bungus said...

It's called a tamper, Jill. I know that because I once got it embarrassingly wrong.

I have read the Metolazone link and like most drugs it sounds pretty terrifying. Certainly, in your condition, I would not be visiting the Terracotta Warriors. I wouldn’t in my condition which seems far less acute in a very different way. But a man’s gotta do...

No offence, but, apart from close-ups I do not detect a significant difference between the Nikon and Casio pics.
The Thursday visit to me is not important enough to put yourself at risk or in distress. We can always rearrange.

I like the scrote illustration (it could almost be me if I lost more weight) but have not got round to looking at the recipes. I do not think the origin of the word demands explanation, whatever it has come to mean in Texas!

My picture problems are intermittent and perhaps 10%. It is no doubt at my end!

I think what you have heard has been Arabic in which I have limited skills (ie, I can tell you what time it is provided it is ‘ten to ten’ or ‘half past one’). My Urdu and Swahili does not come near that.
I am not fond of cats anyway but my friend Simon (of the encyclopaedia) says, "...never knowingly eaten in the British Isles. But its flesh has been described by Englishmen who have tasted it as very good. Labouchere, who ate cats during the siege of Paris in 1870, wrote that a cat was 'something between a rabbit and a squirrel with aflavour of its own. It is delicious. Don't drown your kittens, eat 'em.'"
When offered, I declined fresh warm camel’s milk (that is eaten with a desert spoon). I have eaten squirrel (like tough rabbit).
I have to say it rather turns my stomach when people drink gravy as though it were soup. Yorkshire pud is the answer.

Do they play football in Italy! In terms of winning, probably second only to Brazil (but a lot less entertaining) I would say.
The Italian for influenza is ‘grippe’ which to me describes their football.

Re the quote, there are some thing deep in the sea which tend to contradict Confucious!

“When will women learn that being told the truth is not the same as being told what they want to hear.”
(Moving Wallpaper, 22 Feb 08)

When Sandra and I went to Lidl a couple of weeks ago, we bought a cheap (under £5 I think) electric juicer (only suitable for citrus fruit). It is excellent. Sandra says it produces twice the juice that a hand squeezer does and you can tell it whether you want 'bits' or not. Easy to clean too. Recommended.
Also, either in Lidl or Aldi, I bought some Asian Style Vegetable Soup Mix and some Chinese Style Tomato Soup Mix (cup-a-soup) for emergencies.
I tried the Asian but it was too chilli hot for my current supertaste. Today I tried the Chiness Tomato which, completely surprisingly, was more than acceptable; in fact absolutely delicious (I thought).