Chilli chicken pasta

Firstly, for those who don’t follow me on Facebook, or who didn’t see my post, my apologies for not posting yesterday: my phone, which is old and has been dropped on hard surfaces across the country, rained on, chewed by puppies, and now used to write and illustrate a blog about food that sometimes has to first be wiped off its screen, for some reason decided it didn’t want to hold a charge. It’s back to normal now, thankfully, so normal blogging service is also resumed.

Today I did two things that I haven’t done in quite some time. The first thing was that I stepped up a step, by myself, with no help from human or mobility aid, for the first time in over a year. I was, and am, quite pleased with myself, even if it was only a little step.

That done, I did the second thing, which was to read a book. I read quickly so was already halfway through by the time mum got home from church and wanted to talk at to me; once she stopped taking my quiet distraction as a reflection of something she’d done, I finished the book while she was out doing garden stuff. It was very enjoyable, and I might try and do the same thing next time mum’s out of the house.

The next time I’m out of the house is tomorrow, to collect my missing meds and maybe find somewhere private to talk on the phone to a possible new therapist (and Goddess knows I need one atm), then on Tuesday to go to the hospital for a blood test, then again on Thursday to accompany mum to the GP surgery for a different blood test¹. I’m exhausted even thinking about it.

Tonight’s dinner was therefore very simple, as well as a good use for various bits and bobs: half an onion, half a red pepper, a mini pot of ready-chopped chorizo, and the last of the meat off the roast chicken, all of which were just sitting in the fridge. Combined with a jar of tomato and chilli sauce, some cooked pasta, and some ready-grated Grana Padano, it was a very tasty meal.

I should now go on to write about the dessert, which was something I haven’t tried before – a chocolate éclair- but I’m tired, and the words are coming increasingly slowly, so I’ll come back to it tomorrow. If I remember, which I might not: if I don’t and you really want to know what I thought, please comment here or on Facebook and I will happily oblige.

1. No, I don’t know why mine couldn’t be done at the GP surgery. It didn’t occur to me that I should have asked until now. ↩︎