Good morning folks. A combination of forgetfulness, arthritic pain and finding out that nothing in my wardrobe “sparked joy” when investigating the Marie Kondo folding method left me in no mood for posting last night. My clothes are now in a huge pile in the centre of one of the bedrooms, sulking about the lack of joy sparking. The sight of it reminds me of the Richard Dreyfuss mashed potato scene in the film Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
I was already on a real downer that the nearest Waitrose to me is 33 miles away (M&S is a mere 4.5 miles) and would have to rely on a combination of Morrisons and Tesco for the foreseeable future. “Sparks joy” indeed.
Anyhow;
An 1100hrs brunch of bacon, poached egg and tinned tomato at a cafe in town and a catch up with our daughter.
Dinner; Carne con chile a la Rick Stein styly followed a bit later by a chia pudding with blueberries.
I also defrosted a large bag of cooked chicken carcasses and bits and made a chicken soup for today in the pressure cooker as well as rendering down all the fat and skin to make some chicken fat - it makes a great flavour enhancer.
Yeah. I get you. I watched all the Marie Kondo TV series (Netflix I believe) with a fascinated horror.
My life is just too short for all that folding.
And while I have an understanding of the Sparks Joy thang, that tends to apply to everythng I buy. I mean, if it doesn't Spark Joy then I wouldn't have bought it in the first place, and if it lost its Joy at some point, then it went in the bin, the recycling, or to the charity shop long ago.
Plus, I go by hangers. If I buy more clothes than will fit on my hangers, then something has to go to make room for the new thing.
OK, I am exaggerating, but you get the ghist.
Today, we are out for brekkie. Mutts and I, with a friend. In the rain. Which rather limits our choice of bekkeries. I suspect it will be another outing for Bacon and Egg.
Lunch will not be needed, and then there will be pork belly in balsamic vinegar for D, followed by a profiterole, or two. Since they are smaller (size of pingpong ball), I can cope with two at a time.