Discombobulated Kerfuffling fuckabout.

Yeah that's me. Currently my head is in creative overdrive. I don't know what's flicked the switch but I'm writing and I'm in creative food creation mode as well. I've spent hours trawling bento box websites, and flickr pics to find inspiration on getting my kids into the bento lunch trend. They are rather excited about it so perhaps I'm contagious.

I sent Sassy-face away with her first properly made bento this morning. It contained less Japanese focussed foods - not that she minds Japanese food, she loves Japanese food - and more typical lunch items with a twist. Like I made ham, cheese and red pepper sushi rolls and a hard boiled egg that I cracked the shell of and soaked in red food dye to give it a marbled look. To be honest it looked like a bloodshot eyeball which she Loved! She even ate the yolk which she normally throws away. Along with a box of raisins, some spinach leaves, cherry tomatoes, carrot shapes and a babybel cheese. She's just psyched to eat the egg-eye in front of her friends. She's like that.

I'm wanting to get some good bento recipes under my belt and into habit. Things like mini quiches (egg and tofu types), mini muffins, mini meat and veg cakes that can be eaten cold, meatballs of various concoctions. The best part of this is it plays into my money saving venture seeing as groceries have skyrocketed in price, and the school lunches have just gone up in price too. It's getting expensive to eat - unless you eat rubbish. Anything that will make you fat, ill and unhealthy is still cheap. Loaded full of chemicals. I think it's a plot to eradicate the poor. Damn them to a chemically induced, fat laden, sugar addicted early death. Don't Become A Victim! So anyway, apart from the mild paranoia, I've been recipe hunting for things I can make into miniature and can be eaten cold.

I haven't read anything this week which is a disappointment even to me. I was waiting around for the Nora Roberts books to come from the the other libraries and they're still not here. I went into the library this morning, because I got the time wrong for my Dr's appointment and the calendar on my phone didn't alert me to this fact because I'd let the battery die again. But when in the library I did pick up three books, one was Perfume by Patrick Suskind which I keep reading about on the internet, Sweetmeat by Luke Sutherland which I'd picked up once before and got one chapter in before something distracted me and then it was due back to the library for someone else and a collection of short stories by Neil Gaiman titled Fragile Things.

I've remade my appointment for Thursday. Not looking forward to it because it'll be an internal one and I hate those. I think both areas are going to get looked at. I keep having really really bad painful cramps whenever I have a bowel movement during my period. Drop me to the floor like a sack of potatoes unable to unclench kind of cramps. And they're getting worse. I hope I don't have to poop in a cup or anything, but I know those bum doctors like nothing more than fresh samples. I'll probably be told it's IBS. I'm not prepared for anything worse and don't think my runaway creative mind isn't trying to help me out!