One Beer to Break Them All, and One Beer to Fix Them
Finally have confirmation of something I’ve been suspecting for the last two days: I CAN EAT AGAIN!!!!!! Hooray me! And none too soon either. It took me an entire week (7 days) to be able to put a decent amount of food in my stomach again, and I am glad to be able to once more.
My trouble started the week before when I had waaaaay too much to drink. The day after the hangover kept me away from food, then after that the thought of food made me feel just physically ill. Unfortunately that became something of a cyclic thing, where thinking about food made me feel ill so I didn’t eat, and by not eating I only got hungrier.
Finally though, with the assistance of a few beers last monday night to settle my stomach somehow, I was able to whip up some fried bread (french toast to americans), which turned out to be a fascinating exercise to do whilst drunk. Thankfully, unlike many of my projects, it failed to catch fire or explode and was promptly consumed. I’ve been eating fine since then.
I’m returning home soon, and am somewhat dreading the thought of it. 43c at home vs 18-20c here. I suppose I should focus my mind on what to bring back as presents for people. Can’t do jams or any of that as none of our fruits are ready. Wine would seem an obvious choice but I dread the thought of transporting it. I wonder if I can track down some frog’s legs…