One of those days when ineptitude of others drives me up the wall in rabid rage. When things go horribly wrong and newspapers are filled with drivel and the traffic is slower than the urine stream of an eighty year old man with prostrate problems. Mobile internet crawls so slow that emails take forever to load on my BuggerBerry. 4 zits popping out of my chin. Arghhhh!
I headed to my favourite restaurant for some immediate relief. Gustatory Therapy. First to greet me was a cold soup with Botan Ebi, Smoked Avruga and Shoyu Jelly nestled on top of creamy artichoke Vichyssoise. Cooling and Calming, I took a few deep breaths and continued to savour the delights of some cold soup on a day when the temperature was hot and the psyche was in tumultuous rage.
Next was a piece of Foie, wrapped in Folded paper thin Yuba (Foo Chook) that was deep fried until it was crunchy. It was served sitting resplendently on some puy lentils and served with a side of salad drizzled with Balsmico. I heard the angels sing and the unpleasant memory of losing my temper at some silly mistake someone made seemed further away.
My wallowing in self pity was alleviated by the beautiful Squid Ink pasta wallowing in some rich Prawn Sauce bursting with Roe. It reminded me that deep in the squid ink darkness that defines my inner self, I am surrounded by resplendent friends who are rich in love. First some humorous email from @Fatboybakes about the amount of hair on @Nigelskelchy's head. A pick me up tweet from @Agentcikay checking for my vital signs.
A humorous tweet from @J_chocoholic about my previous post equating eating with sex. Another pickmeup sms from @keciktango and something about lunch from @boo_licious that added some sparkle to a listless day.
Even though lunch was ridiculously perfect and unbelievably good, it still took the small little things that friends do spontaneously to lift me out of my doldrums. The prospect of another sleep deprived night looms with piling work and my friends are probably oblivious to this post. Still, somehow I feel better because they are around.
No prizes for guessing where the food was from.
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