Emchap's Shit from the Internet 04/8/20 🍠
Chag "weirdest timeline" sameach, friends. In lieu of actually celebrating (which, to be fair, I generally don't, unless I get invited to someone else's seder) I will be ordering technically-not-leavened sushi (complete with bitter herbs!) and looking longingly at the Freedman's instagram account. A friend of mine sent me a photo of the charoset he was making today and it made me very hungry.
My stomach, after a period of sneaky reprieve, acted up again on Monday. I have begun a very sad personal ranking of which things I would rather throw up if that is, in fact, inevitable, and so far I gotta say roasted carrots are not high on that list. (I do feel bad for the remainder of the roasted carrots, which are now sitting in purgatory in my fridge.) I have discovered that lying down on my back in the shower while letting the water hit my general torso region does help relax my stomach enough that I can get some sleep, which is helpful on a practical level but sort of sad in a "heroin addict in a mid-tier 90s art film" way. It is something to pass the time when I can't sleep, at least, and I don't pay the water bill on this apartment.
(So far, my digestive system appears to be trucking along just fine with oats, so I am going to have a heavily gruel-based diet for the next few weeks, I suspect. It adds to some of the 14th century peasant cosplay elements of my current lifestyle of sheltering from a plague while tending a small backyard garden, so at least the whole situation is cohesive.)
I spent a few minutes after work today refreshing my hair, and honestly, it was a solid mood improver. There's no real reason for it, but it makes me feel a little more like a person, as I sit in my house in stretchy pants.
Shit to read
Just some truly phenomenal Easter content.
Who wants to go see some land art with me?
I don't love Chris at BA's video content, but this article about how much he resents cooking for his children while trapped with them made me laugh, very hard.
This (about what it's like to have a baby in the NICU right now) made me sob.
So did this article about split custody with an abusive ex-husband.
A great reader on how Ethiopian food became a thing in the US.
The song writer for some of my favorite music died, and I am sad about it. I am writing this while listening to What'll it Be.
An indictment of "look for the helpers" used by adults.
Shit to eat
Develop a mysterious GI issue during a plague.
Evaluate whether your current stomach pain is that issue or hunger because there are no more roast carrots in your system.
It's probably hunger.
Heat up 3/4 cup of water. Toss in some salt.
Add in 1/2 a cup of oats.
Stir it around until it's sort of oatmeal-y looking.
Toss in a few tablespoons of cheddar. Stir it around.
Do you have some roast cherry tomatoes? Put those in there, they're nice.
Stir in some za'atar.
Plop it in a bowl. Top it with some parm.
Do you have eggs? Great, fry an egg and put it on top. This is the best way.
Eat your hearty gruel on the couch. It will probably need more salt.
Shit to listen to
My boss accidentally sent me a video with this as the soundtrack and it was a genuine highlight of my week.
Shit to buy
Please someone buy me this small lumpy dog. Or this one. Or this one.