I was in the mood for something ‘earthy’ for dinner and a quick rummage through the pantry revealed my yet to be tried ‘jyurokkoku gohan’ sachets that you simply add to the pot when you’re cooking your regular rice. Jyurokkoku literally means ‘sixteen grains & cereals’ and just for the insatiable curious folk, the sixteen grains & cereals are: germinated brown rice, black rice, red rice, black beans, azuki beans, oats, black sesame, white sesame, quinoa, corn, amaranth, common millet, foxtail millet, Japanese millet, sorghum & Job’s tears.
I decided to continue the earthy theme with seasoned burdock root, simmered black seaweed with chickpeas, fish & soya bean patties and spinach miso soup.
It was all seriously earthy in lots of ridiculously yummy ways.
Continuing with my health-kick I also started the c25k programme yesterday. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s a programme designed to get people who aren’t runners, running! Over nine weeks of interval sessions (20-30min three times a week) it takes you from the couch to 5km. I downloaded the funky free podrunner interval podcasts and I’ll be doing day 2 of week 1 tomorrow.
Yeah, feel the burn, baby.
The luncheon on Sunday went well. Except after spending stoopid amounts of time cleaning things that no-one ever looks at, I had a total mortification moment when my boss followed me into our legendary Room of Crap™ . I went to get him the spare tv that we don’t use anymore and specifically told him to wait in the kitchen while I went to get it, but what does the guy do? Follow me into the fucking Room of Crap™.
The reason the room is so legendary is because every square centimetre of the room is covered with crap. It actually looks like one of those places out of the tv show Hoarders. And yes, it really is that scary.
Up until about an hour ago I also had my collar on. It went back on my neck on Sunday night after everyone had left and was supposed to come off last night, but because I had innocently asked whether it was coming off or not, it stayed on for another night. Apparently asking and whining are similar concepts in Master’s mind. I actually asked him what the difference was and he said, and I quote:
Anything that reduces my pleasure is whining.
(And if they ain’t words of wisdom from a domly one’s mouth, I don’t know what are.)
It seems like he’s on some sort of mission to somehow ‘reduce’ me into pliability. As soon as I question something or show even a hint of non-compliance, ‘lessons’ for learning seem to peer their ugly heads over the horizon. It’s an interesting method and one with endless opportunities for mind-fucks.
The first mind–fuck was not long after the collar was removed when suddenly out of nowhere he demanded, ‘Go fetch the collar bitch!‘ I, of course, assumed he wanted me to fetch it because he wanted to put it back on and so I put up a fight – an opinionated fight in which I started to vocalise my issues with the collar and why it was still ‘too early’ for it to go back on.
Of course, M wasn’t intending to put it back on then. He just wanted a demonstration of blind obedience to put me in my place.
And so the place-putting has been continuing at various degrees: ask about something and it stays on longer, don’t do something and you end up doing it anyway.
It’s all very interestink.