It seems as though high protein foods are the height of dietary fashion at the moment, regardless of the fact that our western diet means that most people probably eat more protein than they need anyhow.
I think I can give this one a miss though.
I think it’s a codling moth larva.
Or perhaps there’s a market for massively overpriced apple juice with a larva in the bottle, a bit like a mezcal worm?
Heaviest of the year so far…
I’ll try not to eat it all at once 😀
This evening we took the pickled green jalapeños that I made last week for a test drive with chicken fajitas.
Well, they’re rather more lively than I was expecting. I’ve never had my lips go numb from eating jalapeños before.
On the plus side, it looks as though I’ll have them all to myself for this year ?
I’ve no idea whether it’s the amount of sunlight, the heat, the source of the seeds or something else I’ve not thought of yet, but I’m now expecting my cayenne peppers to be positively mad, bad and dangerous to know.
A branch of one of my Jalapeño chiles snapped off completely, I assume under the load of all the chiles growing on it. Worse still, two of the fruit were ones I was intending to collect seed from, but they need to be completely ripe to do that.
Can’t waste good chiles though, so I stripped them off, sliced them with a couple of cloves of garlic and pickled them in cider vinegar, salt, honey and oregano.
I saw the mental health person at our local surgery today because all the messing around over my blood pressure and the ensuing consequences have had a fairly disastrous effect on my mental health. As a result of various things I’d said about my mental state she took me through a quick screening test to decide whether I should consider being properly assessed for autism. The test gives a score out of ten, and anything over six means it’s worth thinking further investigation.
I got full marks. I’ve always liked to score well in tests 😀
It’s a bit of a weird thing to get slapped with when you’re the ripe old age of fifty-nine, but I guess it wasn’t really considered a big issue when I was a child. If you were at all out of the ordinary back then you’d just get bullied until you worked out how to fake it enough to get by.
So now I have to decide where to go from here. Apparently the NHS waiting list for assessment in Somerset is about four years, though there’s an alternative that may only take eighteen months.
Given that it appears impossible to discount a genetic component to autism I feel that I owe it to my children to go ahead. And in fairness a positive diagnosis may make me feel less negative about some things I’ve done with my life and perhaps explain others.
Or maybe I’ll end up with a negative diagnosis and just have to accept the fact that I’m an absolute cockwomble
I still think that wanting “just one more shed” is perfectly normal, mind. 😀
No sounds of cars, no tractors or other farm machinery, no planes or helicopters. Even the chickens seem to be going about their day without making a sound (and I have checked that Brer Fox hasn’t been visiting). Were it not for the occasional burst of birdsong I’d be worrying that I’d gone deaf overnight.
Can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that my wife and daughter are off at a market selling bags and accessories that my daughter makes from (mostly) denim that local charity shops can’t sell. More than my life’s worth to suggest such a thing…
There have been plenty of apples go through the crusher in the last week or so. If I’m honest it’s been bloody hard work. Last year I could easily manage two hundred bottles a day and if I pushed myself then three hundred wasn’t beyond the bounds of possibility. This year even one hundred feels like something of an achievement. I have to stop to rest so often and even the act of standing up is a challenge.
Nonetheless I keep going. These apples are not going to press themselves…
My GP sent me a text message on 11th September asking me to book an appointment in two months time for a follow-up blood test and provided a link to do so. I followed the link, but the system wouldn’t allow me to book anything that far ahead. Six weeks appeared to be the limit.
I waited a little over two weeks to when it should allow me to make the booking, but the link turns out to be time-limited and has now expired so I can’t book anything that way.
I have just phoned the surgery to book instead, to be told that even they can’t book a blood test for the second week of November at the moment and I’ll have to call them back in a couple of weeks to sort it out.
I wonder what the odds are on all the appointments being taken by then?
The NHS is a truly brilliant organisation. It’s wonderful that someone can slip with the butter knife and slice their arm off, or trip and fall backwards onto a vacuum cleaner attachment whilst cleaning the house naked, and receive treatment without needing to take out a second mortgage or risk being declared bankrupt. How we have ended up in a situation where no-one is able to book me an appointment at my GP’s request to verify that a course of treatment is not causing a negative impact on other aspects of my health however is genuinely bizarre.
(Not that I’ve spent a lot of time there recently, but I was quite impressed that the person I spoke to on the phone knew it was me calling before I’d even finished explaining the problem 😀
Yes, I forgot a reading again. Evening this time. I’m not happy about the heart rate in the second one either.
I caught sight of the back of one of our cars the other day whilst my brain was on leave and realised that we’ve got something completely wrong. There’s obvious separation between the letters. Clearly it is a Nissan Juice. Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.
I’m now quite disappointed that it isn’t bright green, so we could go into town in a lime Juice.
