Just waiting for my latest Ocado delivery as the fridge is looking a little sparse AGAIN. I have been leafing through my Ottolenghi cookbook after a successful attempt at a dish with giant couscous last week. Who knew it came in so many sizes? I realise that I shouldn’t get too puffed up about succeeding on the starter slopes but I hope to go off piste with some more complicated recipes from “Jerusalem” when the missing components arrive in today’s groceries. Complicated in so far as there is a frightening list of ingredients. If buttermilk doesn’t arrive with the shopping I have to use yoghurt and milk instead and have to start up to a day ahead. A DAY AHEAD? What could possibly go wrong?
Meantime I seem to be in a hospital appointment jungle – 3 appointments in a row and none of them with oncology. First diabetic clinic, then eye hospital (for the mysterious saccadic eye movement disorder) then an echocardiogram – which is being done every couple of months because of possible heart side effects from my pertuzumab medication.
Whilst trying to focus on all this I have had a week of being bombarded every few hours on e-mail by “The Dog’s Doo-dahs” and “Funky Pigeon” because I have not ordered Valentine’s cards or presents from them. The Dog’s Doo-dah’s for goodness sake! Don’t they realise that I am doing a middle-eastern creation (or not) instead!