I have redyed my hair, and I feel red. I'm also, after, what, three years of doing this, getting to the point of being able to wash the henna out in a moderately effective manner. And my hair behaves so much better afterwards, too, which is a joy.
Doing more laundry. I spend large portions of yesterday bottling cider mead. I have bottled eight bottles of cider mead, and I still have mead, and I'm out of bottles. Rar! However, given that eight bottles of cider mead is rather more than I'm liable to drink any time soon, I'm sticking one in my suitcase to give to
linenoise in the event that we arrange a lunch date. Which makes six bottles in my luggage going out, which, when distributed, will leave plenty of space for books to bring back and possibly stuff picked up at the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum.
Which is an expotition I'm really looking forward to, because it looks Utterly Cool.
And for my belated yoghurt commentary. Ahem. I do not come from a yoghurt-consuming culture. (Haw haw.) It's just not a part of what I grew up with, and as I'm a food-neophobe, well. But I've come to the conclusion that it would be Good For Me (partly medical reasons), and so I've been carefully approaching the whole yoghurt thing. The first go around was . . . well, artificially flavoured. It smelled like strawberry-flavoured dentist fluoride treatments, if that translates. I ate it anyway; it helped. Today I had a higher-end vanilla one. Not bad. Nice sweet/sour thing. Slightly more than I wanted in a container. Ate it anyway. For I am Virtuous.
I am not, however, virtuous enough to have packed yet. And
teinedreugan and I are going out for a while anyway. Whoops. ;) Well, I'll pack and feed the snakie when I get home.
Closing note: I love this song.
Doing more laundry. I spend large portions of yesterday bottling cider mead. I have bottled eight bottles of cider mead, and I still have mead, and I'm out of bottles. Rar! However, given that eight bottles of cider mead is rather more than I'm liable to drink any time soon, I'm sticking one in my suitcase to give to
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Which is an expotition I'm really looking forward to, because it looks Utterly Cool.
And for my belated yoghurt commentary. Ahem. I do not come from a yoghurt-consuming culture. (Haw haw.) It's just not a part of what I grew up with, and as I'm a food-neophobe, well. But I've come to the conclusion that it would be Good For Me (partly medical reasons), and so I've been carefully approaching the whole yoghurt thing. The first go around was . . . well, artificially flavoured. It smelled like strawberry-flavoured dentist fluoride treatments, if that translates. I ate it anyway; it helped. Today I had a higher-end vanilla one. Not bad. Nice sweet/sour thing. Slightly more than I wanted in a container. Ate it anyway. For I am Virtuous.
I am not, however, virtuous enough to have packed yet. And
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Closing note: I love this song.
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(If you would desire empty bottles of such a nature, I can happily trade them for the full one. I admit that I don't know if mead would go in the same bottles as beer would, though.)
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Do you have any idea why you're a food neophobe? Jordin has a really extreme case of this and lots of people I know seem to suffer to some degree or other. I just don't understand it. I grew up on a pretty limited diet -- Oklahoma in the 50s and 60s -- but I love trying stuff and I like most things I try. The big exception so far has been sushi. Tried it twice not gonna do it again. I'm really only just learning to enjoy fish in general. PNH steered me to a heavenly dish at Legal Seafoods during the Boskone outing. Wow if fish always tasted like that, I'd eat a lot more of it..
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I've also been told that certain ways of interacting with food in childhood can lead to adult food neophobia. Things like being required to eat all of it without having any meaningful say in how much of it there was . . . .
My native flavorings are, basically, meat prepared in a frying pan with frozen vegetable on the side, pasta, pizza, fried chicken, and Chinese food. I've since established trade treaties with some Scandesotan dishes, Indian food, and Vietnamese food; have a very uneasy truce with Mexican; find that the smell of most seafood is entirely likely to make me feel queasy (my guess is food poisoning when I was young enough for that to have that sort of effect -- I apparently lived on fish sticks as a kid). Potatoes in meals on a regular basis is innovative for me.
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On the other hand, lately I've been putting dried cranberries and granola in mine, which
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I love the little frozen shells of yoghurt, though, despite not being a big fan of frozen-yoghurt-as-ice-cream-substitute (because ... it's ... not ice cream, and I can tell, because I have a tongue).
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oooh you make mead - I keep thinking I should try that.
And I use to like yougurt - but I am no longer a fan of it. Just not something I like... kinda odd actually. - the sweet ones are to sweet and plain yogurt I just find nasty.
Have a great time :)
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And now I am packed! And am to bed for three hours of sleep before muzzily staggering for the plane. :}
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Me, too. *sigh*