The Last Thing You Put In Your Mouth....

Injera's one of my favourite things. I love it toasted with pb and jam. Not traditional at all (though peanuts are a traditional Ethiopian dessert/snack). Injera with lamb stew and lentils = paradise.

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Just snacked on some popcorn while travelling home from the TIFF/Bell Lightbox. Not as good as the popcorn at the Ted Rogers Cinema but hey, it's popcorn and it was free for the volunteers.

Do you make your own injera? I actually bought some teff flour once, but I have never actually made any injera.

I was just wondering what you do if you run out of the injera and still have a bunch of messy food on your plate.

No scooping up with a spoon, huh?

LOL

I guess in that case it's every man for himself.

Making injera is a three-day process so I go to my source - an Ethiopian restaurant walking distance from the house. Hirut always has some I can buy which makes me very happy.

you ask for more injera

you don't ask for a spoon because most of the Ethiopian restos around here don't offer any cutlery - for anything - I suppose they've got ladles in the kitchen but they might not be keen about passing out to FOH

you eat the food the way it's presented, you drink the tea/coffee the way it's presented

I've learned to bring a small spoon in my pocket because I like to add lemon and sugar to my spiced tea (as well as a shot of gin)

we also take our own desserts when we go to Ethiopian restos

1/2 a chicken souvlaki run through the garden
1/3 of a large greek salad

Toula makes good food.

Chocolate ice cream on a cone. My wife just bought strawberry ice cream. That's on my menu for my next ice cream.

Trader Joe's salted caramel ice cream with Trader Joe's High Fiber O's cereal on top to keep me from feeling too guilty about not doing anything today.

Never feel guilty about doing nothing, it's actually practice to glide gracefully into retirement.

Since my last work was doing consulting work, my retirement happened when I had the shingles and didn't work for three months. I called my bosses at all the businesses to tell them I was retiring. I enjoyed work, but retirement was good too, because I had the freedom to travel more. It allowed to me try the food and drinks of many countries. Ate some wild animals in Africa, and kangaroo in Australia.

Yikes, shingles. That's incredibly painful. I had the pleasure of experiencing shingles after waiting for 18 months trying to get the best minds in medicine to figure out why I couldn't get rid of a horrible cough. So, I couldn't get a flu shot or shingles shot until they figured out what was wrong. Thankfully I didn't get the flu but apparently the malaise du jour for me was shingles. I don't remember what my doc wanted me to take, but I do remember she was incredibly relieved when I didn't ask for pain meds.

The last thing I put in my mouth was a toasted kaiser roll. We went out earlier for dinner but I couldn't eat more than a few bites of a crab cake and a baked potato. Even the cole slaw was overly sweet. Well, it was just a few hours and I'll be back to better food Sunday. (It really irks me when they screw up crab meat, it's pricey and deserves much better treatment)

Did they ever figure out what the cough was all about?

Green tea.

2 zinc tablets
battling off a cold

Apparently I picked up a bacteria that invaded the esophagus. It sat there for a couple years causing a violent cough. My GI insisted it was a pulmonary issue so off I went. The pulmonary doc believed it was a GI matter. So they ordered chest X-rays that showed nothing, then numerous CAT scans that showed nothing, then the pulmonary doc ordered a bronchoscopy and assured me my lungs were clear. About 5 days after the bronchoscopy, I started to run a fever and was coughing up blood. I could barely standup. Mr, G’bag took me to the ER and after the 4th CAT scan the hospital docs told me I had pneumonia.

I think it was about 6 weeks after the pneumonia I was able to stop the antibiotics but within days the cough was back. Pulmonary doc ordered another CAT scan and then another brochoscopy. This time he was able to culture what looked like a fungal infection but was actually bacteria (actinomycosis). It’s stubborn and I was on antibiotics for an entire year. I asked the doc where I could have picked up the bacteria he just said ‘bad luck’. The best they could figure was that the esophagus was the initial point of infection but the first bronchoscopy introduced the bacteria into my lungs. And that’s when the fun began.

Apparently I do everything the hard way.

I had to laugh at your post. I'm sure all of us have done things the hard way, not only once, but several times. Our stubbornness can be a source of laughing at ourselves.

Damn.

Makes you appreciate finally getting better, huh?

SHINGLES??????