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I am the being known primarily on the internet as IK, which has stood for many things, most of which are too embarrassing to mention here.
THIS BLOG LAYOUT IS NOT FINISHED! Alas.
On Thursday I skipped yoga, and made guacamole instead.
It was a beautiful day, I’d finished work on time for once, and had anyway forgotten to bring my yoga clothes with me. With a sense of freedom normally only encountered on a Friday, I took the bus home, changed into my weekend clothes, and then walked to the shops in the afternoon sunlight.
The guacamole recipe I use isn’t a traditional one, but a lemony-basil guacamole; not spicy, but very fresh and citrussy and incredibly green. It’s from Nigella Lawson’s book Feast, where she suggests that it could be served to six people accompanied by crudités. I am fairly certain, however, that I could eat the full amount single-handedly.
As it happens, it has taken a couple of days for me to polish off this week’s batch of guacamole, but I feel quite virtuous about it due to its being Made Of Vegetables and therefore probably healthy. It was fortuitous that when I returned from the shops with my cargo of ripened avocados, spring onions and basil, a batch of bread dough had just finished rising, and was about to be baked (not by myself, I should add)! This guacamole is very good with plain tortilla chips, but perhaps even nicer on toast!
I ate it at the bottom of the garden, on the aforesaid toast, and in the evening sunlight, golden and ebbing away. Cats came and posed attractively for my sketchbook. The effect was slightly spoiled by the next-door-neighbour’s over-zealous sprinkler system, but all in all, it was a pretty good day.
Had a very relaxing morning as, due to a hideous cough, I have decided to refrain from talking for the duration of the day. My voice, when I do speak, is even quieter than normal and quite significantly lower; this wouldn’t necessarily be a problem, except that I have to sing on Wednesday, and I’m supposed to be a soprano.
So, today, no speaking. I managed quite well in the morning, carrying a notebook and pen around with me, and writing down anything I couldn’t successfully mime to my family (i.e. ‘What did you think of the prime ministerial debate?’; ‘Tall chai tea latte please’; etc.). In the afternoon, however, we had visitors, and I was expected to occasionally add to the conversation. This wasn’t the trial I had expected, as the visitors were also accompanied by fresh scones and strawberries, which we all ate in the garden, it being sunny. So very English – apart from the sun.
Now I am back in front of the computer, contemplating the possibility of sunburn; and with no need to talk at all, which is how I like it.
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I am the being known primarily on the internet as IK, which has stood for many things, most of which are too embarrassing to mention here.