I am cranky. I am supposed to have gone to a session this morning at The Grove on Social Media, not happening. I am supposed to be in NYC this evening going to Gore Vidal's The Best Man, not happening. Alternately I could be at a Toast-masters meeting this evening too...Not going to happen.
I am cranky. One of the worst possible things this self proclaimed "foody" has to deal with? Diverticulitis! Blech! I was diagnosed with Diverticulosis about 5 years ago. Every now and then one of those icky little pockets gets infected and I get a raging attack when the Osis becomes Itis. It isn't fun.
I am cranky. I am in the midst of getting ready to try a Plum and almond rustica...not. A batch of Port Crab Apple Jelly to accompany two lobes of fois gras that I was gifted with...not. And the Quinoa and Wheat Berry salad experiments are on hold. Lets not even talk about the Rhubarb upside down cake I just tossed and the Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Dried Cherry cookies that will end up in the freezer. Oh the freezer...I made these alcoholic fruit filled popsicles to dip in the next batch of Sangria...HOLD.
I am cranky. Instead of spending time in the kitchen playing (okay, without air conditioning I don't know how much would have actually gotten done....). I did have the best of intentions to get to it.
I am cranky. Now my culinary escapades for the next ten days are: two days of clear liquids, another two to four days of scrambled eggs, cottage cheese and overcooked and mushy vegetables and fruits and then we can think about introducing more solid foods (Did I mention all the pretty and tasty peaches and plums I picked up at Cityseed this weekend?). Add to this travesty that the antibiotics are gross and as often as not do not wish to stay down. AND no alcohol while I am on said pills. AND no pain pills.
I am cranky.
Obviously no recipe today, pity party instead! Cheerful upbeat Yolande will be back next week...hopefully a few pounds lighter (looking on the good side of things?).