Day 14: A stealthy Sunday
What to watch when there’s a pandemic
Two weeks. Time flies. Today, I looked at some cookbooks that I haven’t touched since we brought them over from London. One was mostly for nostalgia reasons, the other for healthy inspiration. In the end, we ignored both and made a delicious mushroom risotto.
My special strategic planning skills, in the absence of any non-delusional planning opportunities in real life, are at least being put to good use in the eating/cooking/grocery shopping territory. Based on current estimates, we have enough food in the fridge to last us until Wednesday. If you don’t hear from me on Thursday, I was wrong. Please call my parents.
Proof that all days are merging into one is that part of my Amazon order arrived on a Sunday. Like a child on Christmas day, I went downstairs with my mask, armed with hand sanitiser in one hand and a disinfectant wipe in the other, to pick it up from outside the building where the delivery person had responsibly left it. I bumped into Signora Pina (metaphorically, don’t worry, she was five metres away), who was disinfecting the entire building with bleach. She stared at me, probably wondering what the hell I was doing.
Usually, back when I used to leave the building to go to work, I would often take the lift to the ground floor, and while opening the front door feel her stealthy gaze on my back. It was like a silent war, where she would stare at you, and then you’d get the feeling that someone is staring at you and feel compelled to turn around, but if you turned around you’d lose, because that meant you had to say ‘Buongiorno’ first. But, today, she acknowledged my presence! We said “Ciao” at the same time and then went about our business (she still thinks I don’t speak Italian, and I plan on keeping it that way).
I picked up my parcel and went upstairs, disinfecting along the way, delighted to find my apron inside the box. I’m washing it in 500°C first, but I’ll share some photos of it next week.
Unfortunately I haven’t heard the neighbour play any 6pm music in days. I am hoping he’s just waiting for his new CD order to arrive so he can play us more tunes. Maybe I can lend him my Non Solo Beat Vol.1 compilation (Mint Condition), though I have a feeling it might be worth a lot more in a few years so I’m holding on to it.
Sunday night is movie night, so we set off on our usual Netflix browsing bonanza. After much deliberation, we decided against the latest production subtly named PANDEMIC, and instead opted for a WWII documentary (in colour!) to feel better about ourselves. Let’s start week 3 on a high.
Lunch: Risotto with red wine and portobello mushrooms, with a touch of truffle oil
Song of the day: The Strokes - Is This It