poha, raita (made from yoghurt) and red chilli pickle :D
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poha, raita (made from yoghurt) and red chilli pickle :D
choc chip LCM
Odwalla Strawberry C drink and a cheese burrito.
A pizza...
Whats the point of exercising if I eat all such stuff :rolleyes: Didnt feel like cooking...
delicious milk....
rice and matar-paneer curry (made from peas and cheese) :D
and raita...
Coffee and apples, not quite my usual healthy breakfast, but fitting for a lazy sunday.
Pinot noir, bread for dipping into a olive oil and balsamic vinegar mixture.
hula hoops! possibly the best crisps ever! (after Quavers of course! :D)
we should have a thread - 'what do you WISH you were eating now?'
Tea and Orange Chocolate covered rice cakes.
Good idea Opti. you should do it!
Wholemeal bread rolls filled with extra mature cheddar cheese and salad.
I'm eating a poem. A sonnet by Keats.
"When I have fears that I may cease to be...."
This was finished early in1818. Keats was about twenty-two-years of age. Both his parents had died, his mother of TB. His brother Tom would die of the same disease that year and it would be confirmed that he himself was suffering from the same illness that year also.
It's a Shakespearean sonnet -- three quatrains and a couplet. The enjabement serves to make these divisions less abrupt. The first four lines refer to his sense of loss should his death come too soon for him to have written all the poetry he would like to write. It suggests that he feels the need to write at length before his poetry will be mature enough to be valuable. The poetry is something from within himself, from within his imagination. In that sense the first quatrain refers to the destruction of his inner world.
The second quatrain makes reference to the outer world of nature and observed reality of the inspiration of those things and how they can be delt with by the poetic imagination, "the magic hand of chance".
The third quatrain is about the love of women. (Keats never married but he was engaged to one Fanny Brawne - now THERE'S a name!)The woman referred to in this sonnet however is a female he met by chance while out for a walk - someone he was unlikely to see again anyway but who had an effect on him. It may have been her beauty or her personality that struck him but the effect was instantaneous. In his view such love or passion is elemental - not a rationalisation and at its most intense almost supernatural.
These are the things his early death will deprive him of: the world, the poetry he would have written and the love of woman. However the final couplet concludes that having been made to examine his definite early death, by thinking it becomes manageable as neither fame nor love are terribly significant. Personally I couldn't care less about the former but to miss the latter would be to almost not have lived at all. Still TB was a virtual death sentence in his day and very frequently fatal here until the early nineteen fifties.
I hope that sketchy summary might help someone.
I'm demolishing a grapefruit that I cut in half the wrong way. D'oh
Anniseed balls.