Today I managed to get dressed a few hours after the rest of the country had lunch.
Thankfully, last night I had retrieved a packet of Asian flavoured beef from my freezer, so I popped that in my baby slow cooker on low.
Then I washed several loads of laundry and got them hung up on various contraptions around the house.
Tomorrow is supposed to be shopping day – although I sincerely doubt that is going to happen – so I did a bit of a freezer stocktake. We have quite a bit of frozen mince, some chicken tenderloins and a butterflied chicken roast in there, so we’re at no risk of protein deficiency any time soon. However, I have a hankering for some corned beef and might hunt some out while shopping.
Speaking of which, I may have to recruit The Boy to help me out with it this time. This can be a fraught situation. ASD and supermarkets are not natural bedfellows; the fluorescent lights, piped music and all the other audio and visual stimuli can very easily overload an Aspergian brain with data. Softly, softly…
Anyway, I decided to deprive the BBQ chook in the refrigerator of its remaining flesh, bag it all up and freeze; the meat for quick meals later and the carcass for stock when I’m running low.
Of course, this is what suddenly appeared at my feet as I opened the bag of chicken…
I thinks she likes chicken. It’s only a hunch, mind you, but she seems quite keen.
I have cooked some rice and am about to eat my beef before heading off to a book club meeting without having read the book, because eyes don’t work.
I have my lunch group tomorrow and I have no idea what I’m going to take. All suggestions welcome.