I’ve been sick for three weeks now. It’s getting very frustrating, especially as I’m not sick enough to stay home from work, but of course, going into work does tend to make it worse… And then I get depressed about the whole thing and wonder, quietly, if this is the start of some terrible chronic illness that will be with me for life. Which is completely paranoid, but I’ve found that viruses of all kinds tend to lower the spirits and encourage negative thinking.
I have therefore declared a policy this week of Indulgence, which is another way of saying that I have been mildly irresponsible with my discretionary spending (calling it ‘indiscretionary spending’ might be more apt), and have booked myself not just into a chocolate lollipop-making course but also into one on making croissants, puff pastry and brioche during my next bout of annual leave. And if that wasn’t indulgent enough, I also bought the Melbourne Food Ingredient Depot‘s kit for making the MasterChef Lolly Bag Cake, which I plan to make next weekend, assuming this bloody cough goes away. And assuming I can assemble the equipment (does anyone have a blowtorch I can borrow?).
And if *that* wasn’t indulgent enough, I went to the Slow Food Market today and bought hardly any vegetables at all, because I was too busy buying all the joyous and wicked culinary delights that the farmers’ market has to offer.
But do you know what the best bit is? Well, of course you don’t, because everything about this policy is the best bit, except for the part about my bank account, but we will gloss over that part, because it’s nearly tax time, and I did have a little paid singing work this week, and these things will cover a multitude of gratuitous culinary expenses. Or so I am firmly telling myself.
Anyway, the *other* best bit is that the universe and several lovely people in it have apparently also decided that it is Indulge Catherine month (hooray!). I ordered freeze-dried fruit from TasteBom, and it arrived with a bonus packet of smoked salt and the most gorgeous, plump vanilla beans I’ve ever seen – turns out I was the 200th customer.
I entered Oxfam’s GROW challenge, and won a Curry Hamper. There is more excitement associated with this, but it will have to wait until I am on my feet again.
And I came home from work last night to discover that my local romance bookshop had sent me a book and a little coffee sachet, so that I could curl up with a book and a hot drink over the weekend. (Thanks, Mirna! It was just what the doctor should have ordered!)
I’m feeling very lucky, right now.
But I’m also feeling like someone who ought to be in bed. So you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for a proper view of my farmers’ market loot, I’m afraid. My focus this weekend is on getting rid of this fell disease… and I’m going to try not to feel guilty about my lack of blogging while I do so!