Thursday, December 16, 2004
Green onion timeout
Well, MY Wednesday went skidding off the rails!
It didn't start that badly. I was busy with my usual work during the day. Caro made dinner, a kind of sandwich we really like called Humboldt Street Specials, while I went to the PO, and after dinner Mike and I made salt dough ornaments.
(Note to self: The computer area is probably not the best place in the house to do projects involving flour, rolling pins and plates of cookie cuttered decorations. Just for your future reference....)
But then I started having a stomach ache. Not something I am prone to even in a minor way, so I was all Whisky-Tango-Foxtrot?
In order not to TMI you, I'll cut to the chase. Palliative care did not help, and in retrospect I admit I should have just given in right away to my body's suggestion to return the sandwiches to Nature via the same route we acquired them, rather than going through with the more customary 24 processing period. Would have saved me about 3 hours of groaning and complaining.
We figure it was the green onions because Caro can only have a tiny token amount in her food (allergies) and they are on Mike's very long Dislikes list. Caro was very upset, insisting she had washed them carefully before cutting them up (and I'm SURE it had nothing to do with payback for the little explosion from the bathroom light fixture recently). Being so familiar with her usual careful kitchen procedures, I think it must be a case of, if a green onion has YOUR name on it, there's nothing you can do.
Anyway, I am much better today, and plan to do some more catching up, in between loads of laundry....
It didn't start that badly. I was busy with my usual work during the day. Caro made dinner, a kind of sandwich we really like called Humboldt Street Specials, while I went to the PO, and after dinner Mike and I made salt dough ornaments.
(Note to self: The computer area is probably not the best place in the house to do projects involving flour, rolling pins and plates of cookie cuttered decorations. Just for your future reference....)
But then I started having a stomach ache. Not something I am prone to even in a minor way, so I was all Whisky-Tango-Foxtrot?
In order not to TMI you, I'll cut to the chase. Palliative care did not help, and in retrospect I admit I should have just given in right away to my body's suggestion to return the sandwiches to Nature via the same route we acquired them, rather than going through with the more customary 24 processing period. Would have saved me about 3 hours of groaning and complaining.
We figure it was the green onions because Caro can only have a tiny token amount in her food (allergies) and they are on Mike's very long Dislikes list. Caro was very upset, insisting she had washed them carefully before cutting them up (and I'm SURE it had nothing to do with payback for the little explosion from the bathroom light fixture recently). Being so familiar with her usual careful kitchen procedures, I think it must be a case of, if a green onion has YOUR name on it, there's nothing you can do.
Anyway, I am much better today, and plan to do some more catching up, in between loads of laundry....
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