Have you ever been on a roller coaster?

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A really bumpy fast one?  Perhaps right after you have eaten too much, and of the wrong stuff?  Even if you don't get sick, you... really want to throw up, if nothing else in the hope that your stomach and body will settle for it?  Well, that's been what life has been like for the last few weeks.  Months?  A... while now.

I can still work.  Sometimes.  Eat, too.  Some things.  Sleeping more, lately.  Not sure that helps?  Though I think it does.  I sleep through the worst of it, rather than trying to push through.  A nap this morning, feeling slightly better.  Could have slept more, but Sassy started gagging, to wake me up.  Bleh.

It is 64 out there today.  Warm enough for me to turn the furnace off and open up the place.  The fan is running upstairs, just for the sweet, sweet, fresh air I so enjoy.  It helps with the sickness, eases it just a bit, if it isn't too hot.  This, that, the other thing, always difficult to make it all try to fit into a difficult life.  I do my best.

I am thinking, perhaps, of setting up a chuck roast, in the crockpot?  Or the instapot?  The crockpot would be interesting to try.  What I haven't found, with that, is a more exact time.  Yes, you can cook it for ten hours.  And, it and everything with it, will be mush.  Cook it to temp?  Say... 125? 135? F?  Or to temp AND to texture, where it just starts to fall apart?

While I should, I do have potatoes for it.  New potatoes.  As well, I have rutabaga, turnips, celery, cabbage, and carrots.  All of it in the pool?  Or not.  And, if so, at various times?  How can I get the timing down, if I can't seem to find advice on that?  I'll... go looking.  Yes, I think I will do the crockpot cooking.  But, I want to have a better idea of when to put things in, or how long to cook them.  I could put it all in the pool, to start.  Then check doneness, with a fork.  Pulling things when they are just done.  Adding them back in right as soon as the meat is nearly there, to heat back up?

As well, making gravy.  A bit of either xanthan gum or psyllium husk (powdered or whole?), or such, plus cream, and a reduction time.  Thicken, reduce, then fatten?  That's what I am thinking.  It's been a long time since I have had a meal like this.  Not sure about the crockpot.  It's got a bad reputation in my memory.  But I think most just let it cook eight to ten hours, so....  I won't be doing that.

Oh, but I want to sear the roast first.  Top, bottom, sides... a solid sear.  Oh, I also have fresh onions.  Of all the vegetal items available, garlic and onion are definite adds for my foods.  As I have mentioned?  Or not?  A hypercarnivore?  Lions, and actually few other animals (bears, possibly even wolves(?) are omnivores)?  Eat only seventy percent of their nutritional needs as meat.  Which leaves thirty percent vegetal (what else is there?  mushrooms, but those are... a mix, depending, so still within those realms?).  So, if I am going to eat vegetables or things from that realm, onion and garlic will be a part of it.  Good for the body.  Leafy greens are okay, but don't really add anything, save maybe a vector for fat (through dressings), and water (from the plant itself).  Though... there seems to be something calming about eating leafy greens, if the difference between iceberg and romaine is probably much more dubious than most think.  It's just that romaine IS greener.  Nutritionally?  Both are pretty much just water.  Trace isn't... important, negligible.  And, probably depending more on the soil either is grown in, not on the plant itself.  So :p

*grins*  /rant?  Almost.

Dreams.  Of women.  Some loved, some just liked.  Some recent, some from very long ago.  Do I like women?  What choice is there?  Guys can make for friends, but are of no interest.  Well, and enemies.  Women don't fight well, or fair, or... with the same intention.  They'll kill you, maybe.  But they won't fight you, not... rightly.  Men are good for that, and alliances.  More for empathy, too.  Women, can, rarely, show sympathy.  But they don't really get it.  Not man problems.  Further, they really, generally, don't care.  Our... problems are different.

Still, as mentioned, not much choice.  For me.  I'm different, but everyone is different.  A woman from another, a woman from a man, two men one from the other.  Even twins, identicals, seem to look for those rare differences.  Our similarities are good to know, as are our differences.  And none are identical in all ways.  Interesting, but creepy in a way too.  Anyway...

So, dreams.  Talking, sex, love, fights.  It's how life goes, and should go?  Having someone, of the opposite sex, to fight with?  Without killing each other?  It's a good thing.  Done most correctly?  It is... how we fight without ourselves.  How we manage our own egos?  There is something special about that gift.  I've enjoyed it greatly.  And still dream about the good and bad, easy and hard, sweet and bitter times.  Stupid girls.  If often just stupid so that we can get along, sometimes.  We each play that coin, in our own special ways.

So much flirting of late.  I absolutely love when women flicker a thought at might.  Blink their brights, swing those thighs, or even "harrumph" without a word because they want to but don't dare flirt.  Married, with children.   I still enjoy the... notion.  As do they, behind their pout.  *smile*  More than half a dozen solid smiles and side glances, a few quite young.  Damned nice, I'll say.  I'm... easy to please.

On to something?  Not quite yet?  I just... don't know.  Oh.  I will get the crockpot out, and clean it.  It was never taken out of the box.  Should be easy.  Then, while that soaks, I'll look up the notions of how best to cook the roast, and whatnots.  Sort of develop a plan, and use the timer to know when to begin checking things.  I'm sort of excited to have a roast beef full meal.

Later.