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eucleiaFor some odd reason, things haven't really been going my way for the past two days. I'm displaying all the symptoms of being stoned, but all caused by different things. For one thing, which grieves me greatly, food, my greatest love, has turned against me. DD8
Oh yeah. Also, continuing my outstanding record as the number one space cadet I know of, today I got on the wrong underground train three times. And yes, I knew where I was supposed to be going and how to get there on my own and also had done it MANY MANY MANY times before. Thank god it only charges you once you beep out of the transport areas. If it charged you per journey I would have been stranded. Dunno what happened to my mind, but it was very much vacant today.
Perhaps Food has been feeling a little neglected lately due to the sudden attention I have been playing to the pseudo-food known only to Real Food as Sweets. Maybe Food decided to get it's own back at my Gemini nature and remind me why it should never be taken for grated or lightly. It could just be that Food hadn't really decided anything on it's own the way I'm making it out to be and the way I'm capping the word like a noun. Either way, food turned malicious.
To those who know me well, it is a well known fact that the only food with regards to the "insides" (meaning bowls) of an animal I like to eat is liver. My taste for anything intestinal died along with the knowledge that came with Advanced Level Biology, and although I never had intestinal foodstuffs before my little trip to London, one look at the elastic-like cuttings of some part of a cow on the plate that fateful afternoon and I was almost certain that those almost microscopic finger-like protrusions could only mean one thing - villi. Unfortunately, I was obligated to try since they had ordered it especially for me. I ate. I turned green. I never touched again.
That being said, I had cow's stomach not long ago. My family knows right well I don't like intestinal foods, and though I suppose this can't in a strict sense be called intestinal (it's not - only part of the digestive track), it still changes the hue of my face thinking about it. Again, I was pressed, by the other side of my family this time, to "just try it". My dread-leadened queries as to exactly what it was were deflected (never a good thing) but only some surprisingly (or not) unreassuring comments of "it's not intestines" were offered in return. Cutting to the chase, I ate. I turned green. I plan never to touch again.
Last night I had dinner in a restaurant, once again, with my family. They ordered Peking duck to which I was overjoyed (love duck). A horribly traumatic moment came when I was putting the greenery into the pancake I was holding - slices of spring onion, celery, and a large ring of sweet red pepper, all covered with a drizzling of Peking sauce. Yum.
Only it wasn't sweet pepper, it was red chilli.
I shall leave the rest up to your very capable imaginations but I can tell you that it ended with me taking such a reaction that my eyes turned red and my nose was running like it does when I'm afflicted by severe hayfever. It left me sniffling for the rest of the night. I looked like I had just snorted cocaine. Let's just say, as was discussed in the Izakaya after the concert, I cannot handle spicy or hot foods. At all. Not even mild curry. And I chewed on red chilli pepper for several long moments before my senses (rather painfully) kicked in.
To those who know me well, it is a well known fact that the only food with regards to the "insides" (meaning bowls) of an animal I like to eat is liver. My taste for anything intestinal died along with the knowledge that came with Advanced Level Biology, and although I never had intestinal foodstuffs before my little trip to London, one look at the elastic-like cuttings of some part of a cow on the plate that fateful afternoon and I was almost certain that those almost microscopic finger-like protrusions could only mean one thing - villi. Unfortunately, I was obligated to try since they had ordered it especially for me. I ate. I turned green. I never touched again.
That being said, I had cow's stomach not long ago. My family knows right well I don't like intestinal foods, and though I suppose this can't in a strict sense be called intestinal (it's not - only part of the digestive track), it still changes the hue of my face thinking about it. Again, I was pressed, by the other side of my family this time, to "just try it". My dread-leadened queries as to exactly what it was were deflected (never a good thing) but only some surprisingly (or not) unreassuring comments of "it's not intestines" were offered in return. Cutting to the chase, I ate. I turned green. I plan never to touch again.
Last night I had dinner in a restaurant, once again, with my family. They ordered Peking duck to which I was overjoyed (love duck). A horribly traumatic moment came when I was putting the greenery into the pancake I was holding - slices of spring onion, celery, and a large ring of sweet red pepper, all covered with a drizzling of Peking sauce. Yum.
Only it wasn't sweet pepper, it was red chilli.
I shall leave the rest up to your very capable imaginations but I can tell you that it ended with me taking such a reaction that my eyes turned red and my nose was running like it does when I'm afflicted by severe hayfever. It left me sniffling for the rest of the night. I looked like I had just snorted cocaine. Let's just say, as was discussed in the Izakaya after the concert, I cannot handle spicy or hot foods. At all. Not even mild curry. And I chewed on red chilli pepper for several long moments before my senses (rather painfully) kicked in.
Oh yeah. Also, continuing my outstanding record as the number one space cadet I know of, today I got on the wrong underground train three times. And yes, I knew where I was supposed to be going and how to get there on my own and also had done it MANY MANY MANY times before. Thank god it only charges you once you beep out of the transport areas. If it charged you per journey I would have been stranded. Dunno what happened to my mind, but it was very much vacant today.
