I have learnt to be a master ‘erb cooker. We both have, but the smell of them cooking makes K sick so it’s mostly my job. The ‘erbs themselves are a collection of what looks like rocks, twigs, berries and other various dried items. K is given about 4-6 packages at a time, and there have been a couple of different ‘recipes’ over the past few weeks. These may look similar, but the smell is slightly different each time. Although there doesn’t appear to be anything recognisable in them, I keep finding myself playing ‘guess that smell’. Tonight for instance there is something so familiar about it but I can’t for the life of me think what it is.
Anyway, the cooking of the ‘erbs involves soaking them for 1 hour in 2.4l of water, bringing them to the boil and then turning down the heat and simmering until there is 800ml left in the saucepan. It has become quite the art in our household to balance temperature and time to get the right amount of liquid left over. See, there is still a huge amount of rocks etc left in the saucepan so you have to strain off the liquid to measure it. If it’s too much, then it all goes back in the pot for another 5-10 minutes.
K has to drink 200ml of the ‘erbs twice a day – once right before breakfast and once right before dinner. The ‘erbs are made up one package at a time to make sure they’re fresh so pretty much every couple of days our kitchen stinks lol.
I’m rambling here, this wasn’t at all what I wanted to blog about. For some reason, when we’re on a break I am constantly thinking of topics that I really want to blog about. Things that get pushed aside in the rush and excitement of tww and the disappointment of bfns. I actually plan these blogs in my head as I go about my day. But once I sit down to write them, they float around the edge of my consciousness, not allowing me to really write them the way I’d like. Or the way I do during the day in my head.
For the record, the blogs I’ve written in my head this week are about family, ivf, bio/nonbio mother thoughts… I’m sure there’s at least one more I’m forgetting.
But it’s late, K’s already in bed, the ‘erbs have finished cooking and my eyelids are drooping.
So instead you get a rambling post about nothing. Except cooking ‘erbs. Which you probably didn’t care to know anyway. Am I really wasting my 100th post on this? lol looks like I am…