[See end of blog for complete list of my ten commandments.]
This evening I was chomping away on Mary Berry’s delightful “Double Salmon fishcakes with horseradish sauce” (p.184), when I was struck by a major hankering for a drink. I mean, I could full-on imagine a crisp light Chardonnay gliding down my throat and how gorgeous that would feel with those delicious squishy fishcakes. And I don’t even like Chardonnay. This craving may possibly have been a reaction to the news that schools won’t be opening until at least late Feb, most likely late March. Argh. That’ll be a long long lockdown.
How to survive? These resolutions have been fab at keeping up our morale and I can definitely maintain them to January 30th or 31st, but will I be able to push them until late March? As much as I am absolutely thrilled with them, have lost six pounds, feel great and have a huge sense of achievement about all I have cooked; I am also shattered tired, annoyed at having to walk every day, have all my free time consumed by homeschooling and cooking and now, am desperate for a vino. Three months seems very hard core and extreme, and I’m anything except a radical.
I could of course just give this challenge up on January 30th, but I am worried about the impact lockdown plus booze will have on me. I’d only be two weekends away from stupidly staying up until 2 in the morning, drinking wine and watching the Avengers – the Age of Ultron – and still not knowing what the story line is. From my last two attempts, all I can make out is that it’s full of robust men in tight tops who fight a lot. It seems good. I will give it another attempt next time I’m drinking wine at 1am.
In the meantime, I have again maintained all resolutions except the literary diet. Obviously, I spent most of yesterday with one eye on the inauguration so I’m willing to say that Amanda Gorman’s poem was so exquisite that it counts as yesterday’s literary feat and maybe today’s too. It was that good.
Cooking is flying. Yesterday’s dish was Goat’s cheese, thyme and onion marmalade galette (p 237). However due to exhaustion I am making silly mistakes. Fortunately, I believe Mary had considered my brainlessness when creating her recipes as none of my errors appear to have massively impinged the taste of anything. Either that or my husband and I have the enlightened tastebuds of a frog. It’s a possibility as I usually don’t serve us until 2pm by which time we are all so hungry we could eat the chairs. With tomato ketchup, of course, or a cool, crisp Chardonnay.
Ten things I commit to do daily for 30 days:
- No booze (except that used in cooking)
- Meditate for ten minutes
- Follow the literary diet https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/dec/27/feed-your-soul-the-31-day-literary-diet-for-january-2021-culture-books
- Go for a run or a walk
- Cook something new – either a new recipe from my new Mary Berry cook book or else just something I’ve never cooked before
- No crisps
- Clean the kitchen every evening (sometimes I get lazy and leave stuff til the next day…)
- Do at least 5 sun salutations every morning
- Go through my phone every evening to make sure I have replied to all the whatsapps and texts I got that day
- No eating after 7pm (except Fridays and Saturdays – when else could I get my chocolate fix in except when kids are in bed?)