My sister thinks I am sick because I am sick and tired of my current work. M. thinks, the illness coincides strangely with our last episode of The Wire. I think I caught one of those slimming viruses, nothing to do with anything. After sleeping 24hours, I feel alive again and hungry. Made and ate a lovely soup made of chunks of butternut squash, courgettes, garlic and potatoes, flavoured with pumpkin seed oil. Yes, I am eating again. Didn't take long.
And in case you were wondering - the above dish was the last thing I ate before falling ill. I wouldn't jump to conclusions about quinoa pudding, it tasted fine with a vanilla-flavoured Greek yoghurt and some lingonberry preserve. But I doubt I will ever fancy it again.