Sunday lunchtime

Lunch is hot-smoked salmon on a slice of bread, with some olives and a glass of white wine. I did have poached egg for breakfast and I’m considering using some of the tomato crop that’s over-ripening in the greenhouse and garden to make soup for dinner, but I’ll probably not bother and investigate the fridge or freezer. But anyway, I managed to get things done, to a limited extent, this morning.

I haven’t finished the stuff for the funeral directors but that’s not necessary until later. I’ll do it this afternoon. I didn’t sleep much – early to bed, I guess I was asleep by 10.30 and I was certainly awake soon after midnight, for hours. I went downstairs for a cup of tea – tisane, I suppose: turmeric, ginger and lemongrass, which is very nice – at around 4 and then slept for a couple more hours. It took me a long time to start dealing with anything much once I got up.

Pillock and Plank are still roaming free. I don’t know if there are any eggs, I’m not really bothered about looking. I’m marginally fonder of Pillock and he of me, I can certainly get closer to him than the very pretty white hen who longs to be back with the flock but won’t do anything to make that happen.

I bought a loaf in Lidl the other day, which is at the end of Tim’s road, but which he never used. I didn’t want to drive anywhere and I like to use the nearest shop. The loaf is okay, but not as good as the ones I bake. But I absolutely don’t want to make bread at present. I got the sourdough starter out of the fridge and left it to warm up a bit and fetched all the different flours for my usual multi-grain, multi-seed loaf.

I put them back. I couldn’t contemplate making bread. And I whinged a bit on Facebook. I find that a bit of self-pity does wonders because it makes me despise myself. Ten minutes later, I went to the kitchen again and half an hour after that, I’d got two loaves proving and I’d fed the starter. I don’t have to feel the joy to just get on and do it. I’ll be glad later. Or tomorrow in the case of the sourdough, which I stretch every hour or two, put in the fridge overnight, warm up and shape and then leave to rise all morning. Its relaxed slowness is its appeal.

3 comments on “Sunday lunchtime

    1. Z Post author

      It depends on the association, I suppose. I don’t want to go about my usual way of life. I dread shopping and, though I’m glad when people call in, I don’t want to see them otherwise. But making bread was a start. I’d wondered if I’d stop doing that. Everything to do with food was something we did together and there’s no comfort or pleasure in doing it alone.

  1. Scarlet

    What is it about waking up between 3am and 4am, I’ve been doing that for over a year now. Sometimes I can get back to sleep, or doze, and get up at 5am. In summer it felt almost normal because it was light, not so nice now that it’s dark.
    I’ve ordered some turmeric tea!
    The joy of doing things will come back, it just takes a lot of time.


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