Are You Ready To Rawk?

I decided last night to really cut back on my ibuprofin intake; for the last two months or so I've been gobbling down those reddish-brown orbs of wonder like they were just so much hot buttered popcorn. Typically, about twelve/day (4 x 3 pills). See, this started to worry me a bit... the litany of side-effects is impressive, even if I'm not exhibiting any of them. So, now that I'm 'improving' (my neck/shoulder/back/arm/spine/vertebrae/disk is better, thanks), the twelve/day habit seemed, er, excessive, shall we say.

You're no doubt wonderin' what this long-winded intro has to do with food. Well, not much.

But I will say, in my own defence, that you may now understand, or perhaps you're just closer to understanding, why I rose at 5:30 this morning. It wasn't so much that my shoulder ached due to the ibuprofin retreat, (altho' it DID), but moreover I was simply worried, almost obsessively worried, that I would hurt. So, once I was up, I was up.

I enjoyed a bowl of organic corn flakes, with organic semi-skimmed milk. I don't have any well-developed opinion about the benefits (or 'bennies', as we call them) of eating organic grub, but we-in-the-UK are fortunate that many organic foods are not only readily-available, but also are priced competitively, compared to their corporate, drug-laced counterparts. I reckon the food where I can taste a profound difference is: bananas! Organic bananas are full of flavour (or 'fof', as we say). As an example of price, a large box of organic corn flakes only costs 99 pence.

Our evening meal was pre-planned: M & I were going to enjoy a night out at The QH pub, exquisite pub grub. It was reasonable, then, to de-emphasize our mid-day meal. I'd bought fresh pasta, but even that seemed excessive. We don't wish our habits to be excessive, do we??? Instead, I enjoyed some stalks of celery, about 3 apples, a pear... a banana or two... oh-yes-and-we-mustn't-forget a lovely PB&J.

For our evening meal, M enjoyed thick slabs of the finest goat cheese perched upon garlic bread. With, naturally, assorted cute bits all around. If only I'd remembered my camera! Somewhat predictably, I enjoyed as massive fried haddock, with chips & mushy peas. (And a mere two ibuprofin, for a total of four, for the day)