Procrastibation

It’s incredible the lengths that I will go to to avoid studying.

Understandably, others resort to Adults Only you tube. And it’s true, those words don’t rhyme for nothing.

But today my porn of choice is food.

Instead of writing 2000 words, I have made (and eaten) a pot of persimmon jam, put a tray of ripe tomato halves on to slow bake, and tamed veal shanks into osso bucco.

I am this close to making chutney or relish or some thing that requires me to sterilize a jar.  I’m in the mood right now where if someone handed me an egg I would set about turning it into a chicken. I may even bake a loaf of bread.

I see text books and think eat. It’s a habit formed at uni, where a boy and I would talk food in the back of lectures. He taught me to add balsamic to my tomato sauces, and chili to my lemon tea. And during stu-vac, instead of doing that take home exam, he would text me to say he had perfected the art of beer batter. I’d drop pen, drive over. He would cook, and I would eat, and it was good. The assignments always got done in the end, but on a full belly.

Anyway. It’s hung around, this food versus study thing. 

And so far, food is winning.