Food and Drunk - DRINK

Hey-yo friends, it is Saturday evening and I am not drunk. I was ready to say I have had zero alcohol tonight, but then our friends texted on their way home from dinner that they wanted to stop by, so I have had zero so far but I would not like to mislead you as to the possibilities.

I have been saying for months that I am going to try one of the recipes that Suzanne posts on a Dinners This Week post. Tonight I finally did - Korean-style pork chops. With Presidents' Choice Butter Sage Sweet Potato Gnocchi, and green peas. They were very good and I will make them again - will probably add a bit more Gochujang.

I baked a buttload of biscuits and scones for various care packages also.

Alright, our friends have departed and I have only had a sip of Collective Arts Orange, Coffee and Cocoa gin that I bought at Duty Free when we went to Ithaca, because Collette and I were curious.

It smelled weird and off-putting. I mixed a little with tonic and it was not good. Then we sipped it straight and that made the complex flavours come through, so we figured we have to play around with mixes more. And possibly avoid smelling it while drinking.

I haven't felt like doing much except flat-pancaking on week-ends lately (apart from the parties), and I haven't put together a meal that looks like a proper meal for so long I can't even tell you. A few weeks ago I went to the doctor to increase the dosage on my antidepressant and, oops, turns out I already had! This was embarrassing and a bit alarming, but the doctor said there was no reason we couldn't increase it again, I just might get some side effects. I had been extremely pleasantly surprised that I hadn't had any so far, since I generally get all the described possible side effects and then some - not just dry mouth, nausea, headaches, but feeling like I'm floating and seeing bugs in my hair and thinking that insects are trying to communicate with me.

I waited until after my parents' birthday weekend away to start the new dose because I didn't want to screw up the week-end. So I've been on the new dose about three weeks now. A friend asked me if I was feeling better earlier this week and I said I thought so but it was maybe too early to tell. But then I went to Winners and the bookstore and Loblaws today, on Saturday, and didn't cry or murder anyone, so not only am I still not having side effects, I think it must be working. 

I read a blog post where someone commented on NaBloPoMo brightening up the dreariness of November (maybe Suzanne? It's all becoming a bit of a lovely blur), and I feel the same, have for years. November is me walking down a dark road, but NaBloPoMo is people with flashlights popping up to walk alongside, and it makes a difference. 

May I offer you a biscuit?