Rachel Ray, cheerful smile reaching to her eyes, gouges sausage from intestine casing, amoints generous saute pans with Extra Virgin Olive(EVO in RR speak), warm and apple-cheeked in my bedroom. Leeks, of favourite barbeque memories, meld into frittata with sweet potato, of pasty struggle-to-swallow memories. Background lives, making money while I try to remember to write.
Pasta, chunkily buttered, melting with cheese in my dining room.
Fenugreek-pasted hair, shampooed in clear Toni & Guy shampoo and feet rubbed with non-virgin coconut oil, in preparation for the post-exam evening celebration.
Today, my core has been strengthened with advice from Phil McGraw's wife, my abs and my jumping jacks performed with McGraw's book propped open by the remote control.
McGraw, talk-show host? Alien American cultural references in another alien land.
