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As I said in an earlier post, I am a strong believer in better living through chemistry. On Monday night, after having to come home early because my cough was scaring my colleagues, I took a Night Nurse.
That might not sound like very much, but for me, that's a nuclear option. For whatever reason, I'm incredibly sensitive to the sedative that's in them, and even if I only take one, I'm non-functional on the day afterwards. On the plus side, over the years, I've found it to be an incredibly effective near-cure for my colds. So the last of the sniffle is lingering and making me cough, but I don't feel like I have "A Cough" any more, which is a huge relief.
J has suggested we get NN in liquid form instead, so that I could take a quarter dose, in the hopes that it would help without turning me into a zombie. If anyone has ever tried liquid NN, you'll understand how effective I find it to be when I say I'm actually considering this as an option. It feels like it's the result of an experiment to find the foulest substance a human being can consume, but at least it works.
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I'm actively avoiding Twitter, Facebook and all kinds of news pages today. It took me over a year to crawl out of the depressive hole that Brexit dumped me in, and I have no intention of going back. My MP is actively anti-Brexit, I wrote to her with my support, and I sign everything that comes across my Twitter feed. If I don't keep a lid on the anger and frustration, it will eat me a live, and I can't afford that right now.
Still. There was a quite a lot of screaming into pillows while I was alone in the house yesterday.
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To combat the above, yesterday, I did some light baking for our housewarming party tomorrow night. I'd already made a Certosino, but wanted to make some biscuits and mince pies. By serendipity, I found that Nigella's Frangipane mince pie recipe uses 2 egg yolks, and her riciarelli (almond biscuits) recipe uses 2 egg whites. I hate waste, so it seemed like the way to go!
I didn't have the same kind of flour for the mince pie pastry as the recipe, so my pastry was very crumbly. It wouldn't roll out with a rolling pin, a glass or a jar, so I ended up just squashing it with the heel of my hand, and pressing it into the case when it inevitably cracked. It doesn't seem to have done the finished product any harm, even if my muffin tin is clearly twice the size of hers, and I only got 14 mince pies instead of 24. On the hand, one broke on the way out of the tin, and when that happens, you have to eat it. Those are just the rules.
And they do look very cool. I'm going to make another batch tonight, J is picking up savoury stuff and glasses (Waitrose lend them for free!), and I think we'll be all set.
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...all set as long as the guy who says he wants to buy our 50 moving boxes actually turns up tonight. Otherwise, we're going to have to lug them all up the stairs again if we want the living room back.
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That might not sound like very much, but for me, that's a nuclear option. For whatever reason, I'm incredibly sensitive to the sedative that's in them, and even if I only take one, I'm non-functional on the day afterwards. On the plus side, over the years, I've found it to be an incredibly effective near-cure for my colds. So the last of the sniffle is lingering and making me cough, but I don't feel like I have "A Cough" any more, which is a huge relief.
J has suggested we get NN in liquid form instead, so that I could take a quarter dose, in the hopes that it would help without turning me into a zombie. If anyone has ever tried liquid NN, you'll understand how effective I find it to be when I say I'm actually considering this as an option. It feels like it's the result of an experiment to find the foulest substance a human being can consume, but at least it works.
~
I'm actively avoiding Twitter, Facebook and all kinds of news pages today. It took me over a year to crawl out of the depressive hole that Brexit dumped me in, and I have no intention of going back. My MP is actively anti-Brexit, I wrote to her with my support, and I sign everything that comes across my Twitter feed. If I don't keep a lid on the anger and frustration, it will eat me a live, and I can't afford that right now.
Still. There was a quite a lot of screaming into pillows while I was alone in the house yesterday.
~
To combat the above, yesterday, I did some light baking for our housewarming party tomorrow night. I'd already made a Certosino, but wanted to make some biscuits and mince pies. By serendipity, I found that Nigella's Frangipane mince pie recipe uses 2 egg yolks, and her riciarelli (almond biscuits) recipe uses 2 egg whites. I hate waste, so it seemed like the way to go!
I didn't have the same kind of flour for the mince pie pastry as the recipe, so my pastry was very crumbly. It wouldn't roll out with a rolling pin, a glass or a jar, so I ended up just squashing it with the heel of my hand, and pressing it into the case when it inevitably cracked. It doesn't seem to have done the finished product any harm, even if my muffin tin is clearly twice the size of hers, and I only got 14 mince pies instead of 24. On the hand, one broke on the way out of the tin, and when that happens, you have to eat it. Those are just the rules.
And they do look very cool. I'm going to make another batch tonight, J is picking up savoury stuff and glasses (Waitrose lend them for free!), and I think we'll be all set.
~
...all set as long as the guy who says he wants to buy our 50 moving boxes actually turns up tonight. Otherwise, we're going to have to lug them all up the stairs again if we want the living room back.
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