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[flemmings]

Bed at 1 and waking at 11:45 after unbroken sleep is undoubtedly one way of getting through these undifferentiated days. Have been sedentary for most of the rest of it because did not feel like moving. Should note that I'm generally in better shape than last summer: no longer have the sharp pains when I first get out of bed in the morning that always made me not want to get out of bed. But sharp pains do occasionally develop later and so they did today.

Indulged in a package of sausages Friday, and had two today. Sausages are never quite as good as I think they will be, is one reason I rarely indulge in them. Also the supposed mashing potatoes from Friday's order don't really mash very well so I can't have my desired bangers and mash. Might have sossidge and egg tomorrow and that's it for pork products until I get back to my December weight. A pity, because the cold midwinter wants lots of lovely fat to keep it warm.

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[incandescens]

I think it was in Going Postal where Pratchett comments on how sausages never live up to their scent while cooking, with priests cooking sausages and devouring the earthly dross while the scent ascends to the gods.

[flemmings]

Rather like coffee in that respect.

Sausages are always fine when someone else cooks them. It's just the do it yourselfers that disaapoint.

[incandescens]

And like bacon - I don’t even particularly like bacon on its own (though I’ll eat it in combination with other things), but walking past somewhere frying bacon has my mouth watering.

Or fish and chips... and now I’m thinking that it’s been over a year since I had hot, well-done, freshly fried fish and chips. Sigh.

[flemmings]

I thought I answered this? But now it's gone.

Anyway, I hear you on the bacon, though Other People's Bacon always smells better. Thoughthat may be because restaurants bake the stuff in ovens rather than frying it. The fish and chips smell here doesn't entice, because the oil always smells ever so slightly rancid to me.

[incandescens]

There was a very good fish and chip place just round the corner from our work site in Leeds a few years ago (they moved us to a different site, alas). Really excellent. Nice crisp chips. It was considered a bit unfair to eat them at your desk because it'd make everyone else in the open-plan office salivate. Now and again (usually on a Friday) one would use the lifts in our office building around lunchtime, and smell the aroma of hot fish and chips from someone who'd purchased a serving and taken them up to the (small) common area on the sixth floor to eat them there.

[flemmings]

How sad for the move but you wouldn't be able to get them now anyway. /small consolation. And home delivery of fish and chips doesn't work. You need them fresh off the oil.

Will admit to occasional jonesing for Mcdonald's fries, the only edible kind outside of a bistro.

[incandescens]

There is a local variety of microwave fries which come in (packs of three) single-person boxes and which microwave in about two minutes. Not the real thing, but quite reasonable. I probably have them more often than I should.

[flemmings]

Local to Leeds? or north England? I admit, the idea of edible microwavable fries is so tempting, but nearly unbelievable, given how frozen fries work here.

[incandescens]

Local to England - at least, I can get them in Tesco and at Morrisons (a northern-England food-and-stuff supermarket chain). They come in little boxes with an interior cardboard structure which keeps the fries more or less separated during the microwaving.

Not as good as real chips, or restaurant chips or fries, but ... quite tolerable. Especially when paired with something more interesting.