Strong to the Finnach

Mar 20, 2009 21:38




Cnr of St Mary Aldermanbury and Love Lane
Originally uploaded by inkognitohHaving put on just over a stone from continual chocolate biscuit abuse since being made redundant in October, I finally rejoined Slimmingworld on Tuesday and am looking forward to being a bit fat loser once more. This is a long winded way of saying, I cooked and ate spinach for the first time ever on Thursday night. I mean to say that I grew up growing and eating silverbeet and believing it to be called spinach. Of course, I've eaten baby spinach leaves in salad many times but never made the connection to the very differently flavoured and textured silverbeet leaves. I wilted my spinach in a teaspoon of butter, sprinkled with chilli flakes and a squirt of lemon juice. Good holy foodgasm but it tasted fantastic. I am now considering filing abuse charges against my parents for feeding my boiled silverbeet and calling it spinach. Heads need to roll.

I'm loving the temp job still. Boss is lovely, people are lovely, temp rates are lovely. In fact, I'm being lulled into a false sense of financial security and am nervous that I'll forget to save money during what is only temporary work. I have to keep the focus on the fact that this is not a permanent job :)

I've been reading a lot about the Hillsborough Disaster as that gruesome anniversary rolled round. I spent so long with the survivors stories last week that I gave myself horrendous nightmares over it. I hate crowds with a passion but I hate them out of annoyance rather than fear. I'm sure fear will now play a part of my aggitation next time I'm in one. I remember vividly the scenes of this disaster as they played into my suburban Australian living room. I'd never seen anything like it; the cages, the seething mass, the police standing around doing nothing. I can't fathom how terrifying it must have been to be crushed to death as these solid grown men (and slight women and children) were on that day while the police merely stood by and did nothing and a football game played on. A really insanely sad day in the history of this country's apathy toward its citizens.

Have a really busy weekend planned and am hoping the lovely sunshine sticks in the sky as we've been blessed with signs of an actual early spring this past week.

work, football, food, fat club

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