What an amazing relief. Emily did an excellent job while she was gone of helping with the dog, and doing grocery runs, and being a generally awesome roommate. Still, it is awfully nice to have my wife back. And it creates many more snuggle opportunities at night for putney. Twice as many and twice as LONG legs to get tangled up in.
I made her some pretty nice welcome home food. Braised/grilled octopus on top of some nice mache and chickpea confit. Cornmealed cod and nova scotia pan roasted potatoes with greek inspired olive caper sauce that was outrageous. That really sounds like “with a” food.. which I’m generally against. I guess if I were serving this in a restaurant it would just be called, octopus salad, and cod with potatoes.
I shot the mise en place for this one..
Missing is the cara cara orange reduction vinaigrette for the mache. ooooh… faaancy. Oh well.
As a brief side note I would just like to say, that while I am not able to work these days, I AM able to put food on the table 13 nights out of 14. It is only on the first day of a round of the heavy stuff that I am layed so low that I can’t cook. A shred of usefulness that keeps me from feeling that I am purely a drain these days.
I have a cold. GAH!! It is somehow.. miraculously.. the first cold that I’ve had since my original diagnosis. Seriously. Last winter even, when I was “cured” (remember? ha!), I didn’t succumb to the winter flu. Something that I have done at least once a year the whole time I’ve lived in NYC. I thought perhaps that this was one of the strange upsides to having cancer.. and cancer treatment: no more colds! Like maybe all that toxic shit just made my body too unwelcome a place for viruses. Nope. Bloody cold. I’m hoping it passes through quickly on this off week before I start up the real stuff again.
I went in for the erbitux yesterday. Pretty uneventful. A nice walk across the park and back. The stuff is ravaging my face and head at the moment. I’m not looking particularly cute (so you get pictures of food). The doc said I could do a quick round of tetracycline, which usually clears it up a bit. Just so I don’t look quite so mangy. I told him about the cold, though my voice was probably a give away. More gleeful hand rubbing.
“You know, that’s actually GOOD?”
“Yeah yeah.. I’ve heard all about the fact the cold symptoms are really just a healthy immune system’s response to invading viruses.. bla bla..”
“Yes! but also it will encourage the growth of lymphocytes which are helpful in the….”
“you’re making this shit up.” (though I looked it up just now, and in fact, one of the types of lymphocytes, NK cells (Natural Killer cells.. Not Kidding), DO actually defend the host from growing tumors!)
Had I known this earlier, I would have spent more time touching door knobs in public places and rubbing faces with snot nosed kids in the neighborhood.. (“HEY! what are you doing with my kid!!??” “Curing cancer, ma’am.. nothing to worry about”)
A note to those who requested that the snowy phone photo go up on etsy. It is there. Thanks for the encouragement.