Bachelor week
I find myself temporarily lonesome in the house for the next two weeks. Jane's down in Sydney for work, and both kids are travelling overseas together. So it’s just me, the dogs, the cats, and all the manfood I can eat.
I kicked things off yesterday with my traditional “welcome to bachelorhood” ceremony: cooking and consuming my own body weight in chilli beef and beans. The consumption will continue until the slow cooker is empty—but it won’t stay empty for long. Once the chilli’s gone, I’ll be filling it up with lamb korma.
I’m also hoping to get a bit of extra writing done while I’ve got the place to myself. I’m having skin cancer removed tomorrow morning, so that’ll keep me away from ju-jitsu for a couple of weeks. Bit of a drag, that—but it also means my evenings are free. And since I’m here on my own, what else am I going to do besides write explosions and eat chilli beef?
(crickets chirping)*
* I love these weird little artefacts of using dictation software to write these posts. They’re usually very on point.
I’m in week 7 of 9 of bachelorhood. It’s awful. No chili and beans nor tomahawk for me. Straight to the udon with tofu and plenty of heat.
Same here but for three weeks. I've eaten a lot of fruit and cheese on crackers. The dog are perplexed because I don't sit on the couch and watch TV, this also upsets the cat.