Ah, variety. Thank goodness it’s the spice of life, considering that I have so little actual spice in it right now!
I’m gradually reaching a point where I have options for my meals. The avo has gone brilliantly, the squashy veg are old hat, and I’ve already cooked up my mushrooms that I’ll be testing from tomorrow. Tonight’s meal of venison patties, avo, squash and boiled egg really was delicious, and it enabled me to eat a semi-normal meal with my family that didn’t look like baby food.
I’m actually starting to enjoy this diet now – something I never thought I’d say. But, as I’ve said before, I’m incredibly lucky to have taste buds that don’t mind the same boring food day in and day out. They, of course, love any food that comes their way, but they’ve been pleasantly compliant throughout most of this diet so far.
I’m finally getting over my cravings too – veeeerrry slowwwly. Tomorrow night my friends and I are heading to the open-air cinema at the V&A Waterfront (THE most popular tourist attraction in Cape Town, pic below), where you have a picnic while watching a movie.
I know it’s going to be hard to see my friends drinking wine and scoffing the treats on sale (which I’m telling myself are going to be drenched in yucky re-used oil and bits of plasticky spice), but I’ll cope. Whoever thought SCD legal apple juice would look so appealing! I’ve already packed it in, along with my little tuppaware container of eggs, mushrooms, avo and bananas. We’re watching Romeo + Juliet and I’m pretty excited. I haven’t been before.
Speaking of Romeo and Juliet…
It’s nearly Valentine’s Day guys! Are you doing anything special? I’ve never been hugely into it but K is a romantic soul, and she loves (while fully recognising) the cheesiness of it. The first year we were together, I had her desk covered in the largest assortment of cheese I could find: Heart-shaped sweets and balloons and chocolates and a massive ‘I love you’ elephant, which pretty much has become the elephant in the room in our tiny apartment! Anyway, she in turn drew me this beautiful picture of us, which now lives happily on our wall:
Last year, I baked her this cake, and had it delivered to her desk, once again:
It was a red velvet cake completely smothered in cream-cheese frosting – actually the same recipe as my sister’s wedding cake from the year before (where I started my first horrific flare. Yes, at the wedding. I mean have you ever?! But that’s a story for another day).
The message on the cake, written in pink glittery food gel, said (and I’m embarrassed even typing this): Just like icing, you’re the best part, and just like cake, you’ve stolen my heart. Except ‘heart’ was actually that heart-shaped biscuit. And it’s a fact – cake was my first true love. I loved it even before the hipsters did.
That cake in fact won us two tickets to the Madame Zingara Theatre of Dreams – a fabulous ‘dinner cirque spectacular’ based in a travelling tent, where you enjoy an amazing 3-course dinner (their signature dish is the chocolate chilli steak, which I have every time) while watching this mind-blowing array of circus acts, cabaret artists, acrobats and my most favourite drag queen ever, Cathy Specific. I love her so, so much. There’s also a fancy dress shop where you can try on (and buy) the craziest props and dress-up gear.
Drag queens are, in fact, my not-so-secret love. All my friends know I’m totally obsessed with Cathy (*real name Brendon van Rhyn), and even K worries sometimes when I watch her shows over and over again. Most recently he played Dr Frank ‘n Furter on stage in Cape Town and I watched it twice, sitting in the front row and just gawking, completely star-struck, at my gorgeous Cathy/Brendan/Frank.
AAAANYway, back to my original point (now I know why colleagues never stop by my desk for a quick chat…), it’s V-Day on Friday and this year, after two years of crazy, all-out gestures, we’re reining it in. We’ve kinda graduated from the tween cheesiness, and we’re also trying to save for a trip to the US next year, Rand-dependent. And of course, I’m in no position to even think about cake!
So we’re going to a very fancy restaurant at the Waterfront, and I’m hoping for the best. I’ve emailed them twice, and K has phoned them, and I think they’re going to be able to make something for me that won’t completely derail me. I still won’t be drinking, but it’s going to be nice to splurge and be really pampered at such a fancy place.
I even plan to put on a dress – which, trust me, is something that happens roughly twice a year!