I woke up this morning to a light drizzle, and it was wonderful! Or at least it was until I decided to go for a run in it, at which point it turned into a storm. This wasn’t so wonderful, in fact to tell the truth it was bloody miserable. However, it was still infinitely preferable to running in 80% humidity. I never thought I’d say this but I miss the overcast British summer like mad!
After eating Mapu dofu (after consulting Wikipedia this is the spelling that I am now sticking with!) last night, for what was probably the 10th time in two weeks, I decided that something needed to be done, and so I forced myself into cooking a spaghetti based concoction for my dinner. I say concoction because to attempt to label it as a specific dish would be doing a disservice to whatever it was that I was trying to emulate, and whilst it was just about edible it merely reconfirmed my suspicions that it is unwise to cook anything that isn’t an anagram of ‘Puma Food’.