The chick pea curry was a great success, even though I have no real liking for chick peas. I like my pulses to be nice and soft; al dente for me just means it’s something that’s going to get stuck in my denture. When I get my turn at the curry table I shall make dahl as a side dish to a nice tomato rogan josh. That’s lentil/garlic/curry powder mush and a chunky tomato/basil/coriander salad all dressed up with a good dollop of rogan josh paste (medium hot) from the supermarket. Served with a plate of nice crunchy pita bread. A survivor from my student days.
Tonight, following the lead from Graham’s recovering but still delicate tummy, I’m cooking cod in parsley sauce, served with mashed potatoes and petit pois. Both nights we’ve had a good quality creamy fruit yoghurt for dessert, aimed at restoring tummy balance.
We’ve searched our memories without success of the past few days to find the reason for this tummy upset. Graham is distrustful of café food, and wonders if the salmon fish cakes he had a few days back might be the season but, really, neither of us think so. It’s interesting to note that Graham’s father was cursed by a life-time of tummy troubles. He did nothing to help it, and maintained a ‘healthy’ appetite for meat pie and chips right to the very end. Graham is taking a different approach to the condition, and is very careful with what he eats.
I’m delighted of course to be told “I prefer your cooking to eating out” even if I do revel in burger van greasy food once in a while. Just so long as I am able to indulge my sinful appetites now and then I’m happy to keep on dishing up good, nourishing, digestible food until I drop.
The living room is furnished once more but is lacking the rug because we’ve been told to avoid putting a rug on the new varnish for at least nine days. I rather like the clean, sparse air that results but Graham hates it. Next Saturday is rug day, then, and will signal the finish of the living room make-over project. I have promised champagne.
Graham’s enthusiasm for hard-wood flooring is nicely rejuvenated but I’m wondering if perhaps we ought not to wait a bit to see how the cork sheeting fares before committing to a whole-house reflooring job. Fortunately, when the stairs and landing are done, it’ll be time to turn our attention to the garden, and exterior painting. That’ll give us time to live with the cork, and the cork with us, before embarking on bedroom make-over operations in the autumn. Cork is neither the cheapest nor the most expensive flooring option; there’s nothing more expensive than the wrong choice, though.
And Dolly? Well, she’s soldiering on through it all, just as you’d expect. Now the living room is restored she’s happy to find her floor cushion back in the approved position by the big radiator. She still gives us hell once a day of course, complaining about everything and anything. It’s an old lady-cat thing, and we can live with it. Thankfully, so can she. Hopefully for a good few more years.