Making cooking preparation easier for this Spoonie…

I tweeted, yesterday, that I need a wheelie-friendly flat, and I also need to be able to cook when I can, because being able to do so, even if only occasionally,** means a hell of a hell of a lot to me, and I can’t reconcile the two.  Bugger!***

**Because the ability to do almost everything else in my life that I enjoyed has been taken from me by illness.

***Though, it being Twitter, I was rather more succinct.

But, having given the matter some thought, I might have a solution to the cooking problem,. especially the prep. What I need is a small, but robust Continue reading

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A Morality tale for Christmas . . .

Originally published last years but still relevant.

Once upon a time, there was an evil, shiny, greasy Troll who, trying to blag his way to the Top Troll’s job, was quite happy to pimp his disabled son in furtherance of his own aims. And, lo! The miserable sack of shit got the job, even though his son had died the previous year.

So now, Greasy Top Troll felt he Continue reading

On the mend, and back in the Spoonie kitchen…

Well, boys and girls, at the risk of tempting providence, after 3 absolutely appalling months during which, some days, I didn’t eat as even the minimal effort of opening a can of soup was beyond me, I seem to be on the mend.

I know I’ve said this a couple of times before, and have very quickly been proven wrong, usually with 24 hours, but this time I think it’s for real. How so? Well, I had a good day Tuesday, and another, exceptionally busy, one yesterday,** and getting two functional days in succession – DWP snoops please note Continue reading

Chronicles of the Heart, Part 51 – Nebivolol means progress…

And that’s 3 words I never thought I’d write…

For some weeks now I’ve been taking a micro-dose of Nebivolol, 0.625mg, a quarter of the dose prescribed by my cardiologist (and who is probably my ex cardiologist), and it’s been very successful at calming down my tachycardia and smoothing out the PVCs and assorted buggeration that my heart is capable of, including the 3 or 4 second flatline that’s all too frequent. That effect is Continue reading

Use it or lose it – a valid approach to staving off dementia?

A few years ago I began to fear I was suffering the early signs of dementia, one of the few things that terrifies me – as it should any normal person, but in my case my brain is one of the few parts that’s worked reliably for years (never mind the other parts – this is a family show!).

I downloaded a copy of the standard dementia diagnostic test and, frankly, one would have Continue reading

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Vox Political

I bet Iain Duncan Smith was praying nobody would produce any statistics disproving his rant at Owen Jones during the BBC’s Question Time last week.

Some of us were praying for the opposite, and it turns out that our God is quicker than his.

I know the new report released today (Monday) by the Joseph Rowntree Foundation, showing that more working people are living in poverty, will be just another document that the UK government will blithely ignore.

But some of its findings bite deeply into Department for Work and Pensions policy, and the claims of the man who runs that department.

For starters, in 2012, 18 per cent of working-age households were workless, but in only two per cent of households had nobody ever worked. More than half of adults in ‘never-worked’ households were under 25.

Therefore, when Iain Duncan Smith told Owen Jones on Question Time last week…

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Is writing about food actually risky?

I’ve been writing more than usual about food of late, which seems to be well received, especially as it’s brought my blog some new followers, and based on the Likes, and comments, but every time I write, I wonder – just how high is the risk to my DLA?

I cannot – hand on heart – if provided with the ingredients, cook a meal, a fact which Continue reading

More bottom of the fridge soup, and random ramblings about food…

It is, I think, time for another venture into the realms of bottom of the fridge soup.

In the vegetable drawer in my fridge, I have carrots (an unopened pack of Sweet Spear from Sainsbury’s, which live up to their name, in addition to being very tasty and keeping very well is sealed in a plastic bag**); 3 leeks; a long, pointed, sweet red pepper; a couple of Echalion shallots; some onion; 3 or 4 King Edward spuds, slightly soft but still useable; and a bag of Rooster potatoes, unopened. There’s also Continue reading