I did nothing of any particular import today, and it was great. After spending the whole of my non-teaching Friday yesterday doing things for my classes, today I had time to breathe. I keep promising myself a real day out somewhere, but perhaps it is just important to have a slow-paced day with slow-paced thought and an afternoon nap in the middle of it.
In the morning I took my bike out for the first time since moving to Denver, and went down to the Farmers' Market at Cherry Creek. I met up with one of my new colleagues there, shopped, and then sat and talked over tamales. I came home and marinaded my trousers and spent a long time cooking myself dinner.
I'm writing this entry in English English, because "I marinaded my pants" would sound eccentric.
Just before the semester began I went out on a desperate hunt for something to supplement my meagre wardrobe of work clothes, and as usual had difficulties running to ground anything long enough that wasn't made for somebody much larger than me, quite the opposite problem from the one I had in Japan. After trying on every pair of trousers in Tall Girl (I've unfortunately yet to discover the whereabouts of Just a Little Taller Than Most Stores Make Clothes For Woman), I settled on my present pair as the only ones even barely acceptable. But as I've worn them, I've found that the fabric - a mix of artificial fibres - has a mild but strangely unpleasant smell that haunts me through the day. I keep washing them in the hope that it will get better, but it never does. I was going to buy an essential oil to add to the washing water today, but then was too horrified by the price of such things. So instead I have marinaded them in a mixture of clove oil, cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and bay leaf. Who knows what effect it will have?
It reminded me, though, of a time when I unwittingly marinaded myself. In London some years ago my landlady was having her bay tree cut back severely, and I collected branches of leaves and put them in my bath. It was wonderful. But when I came out and was sitting in my room, my then familiar - my landlady's cat - got visibly confused as he sniffed at my leg - "It's one of my humans. But it smells so good! But it's one of my humans, isn't it? No, it must be food if it smells like that." He made to take a bite of my shin, and jumped in surprise as I interrupted him.
This evening I took those things I bought at the Farmers' Market, which included fresh tortillas and roasted chiles, and made - for the first time in weeks, it feels like - a good dinner: mushroom, courgette and bean burritos with both tomato and tomatillo salsas. I have enough salsa to last me for days. I got red wine, too. There hasn't been enough of that of late - or if there has, I haven't had time to appreciate it. Tonight I have the time, though I know tomorrow I will have to start worrying about the coming week and the things I need to do. But for tonight...
"A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and..."
Wait - isn't something missing?
Oh no, there you are! Just in time. Come in, come in! Have a glass of Stump Jump. A burrito too, if you want one. How are things going?
In the morning I took my bike out for the first time since moving to Denver, and went down to the Farmers' Market at Cherry Creek. I met up with one of my new colleagues there, shopped, and then sat and talked over tamales. I came home and marinaded my trousers and spent a long time cooking myself dinner.
I'm writing this entry in English English, because "I marinaded my pants" would sound eccentric.
Just before the semester began I went out on a desperate hunt for something to supplement my meagre wardrobe of work clothes, and as usual had difficulties running to ground anything long enough that wasn't made for somebody much larger than me, quite the opposite problem from the one I had in Japan. After trying on every pair of trousers in Tall Girl (I've unfortunately yet to discover the whereabouts of Just a Little Taller Than Most Stores Make Clothes For Woman), I settled on my present pair as the only ones even barely acceptable. But as I've worn them, I've found that the fabric - a mix of artificial fibres - has a mild but strangely unpleasant smell that haunts me through the day. I keep washing them in the hope that it will get better, but it never does. I was going to buy an essential oil to add to the washing water today, but then was too horrified by the price of such things. So instead I have marinaded them in a mixture of clove oil, cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and bay leaf. Who knows what effect it will have?
It reminded me, though, of a time when I unwittingly marinaded myself. In London some years ago my landlady was having her bay tree cut back severely, and I collected branches of leaves and put them in my bath. It was wonderful. But when I came out and was sitting in my room, my then familiar - my landlady's cat - got visibly confused as he sniffed at my leg - "It's one of my humans. But it smells so good! But it's one of my humans, isn't it? No, it must be food if it smells like that." He made to take a bite of my shin, and jumped in surprise as I interrupted him.
This evening I took those things I bought at the Farmers' Market, which included fresh tortillas and roasted chiles, and made - for the first time in weeks, it feels like - a good dinner: mushroom, courgette and bean burritos with both tomato and tomatillo salsas. I have enough salsa to last me for days. I got red wine, too. There hasn't been enough of that of late - or if there has, I haven't had time to appreciate it. Tonight I have the time, though I know tomorrow I will have to start worrying about the coming week and the things I need to do. But for tonight...
"A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and..."
Wait - isn't something missing?
Oh no, there you are! Just in time. Come in, come in! Have a glass of Stump Jump. A burrito too, if you want one. How are things going?
3 comments:
I'm sorry... marinading your PANTS would sound eccentric?!
Did it work?
Well, it did, yes - though I learned from it that using powdered spices is a bad idea. You get tide marks of dried ginger and cinnamon all over your clothes.
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