I am a Silly Sue. I always seem to have a hankering for days gone by. For the ways things used to be done, for the sweets we used to buy, for the music we used to listen to. I know not why in the slightest. I have found middle age to be liberating and free from the guilty, anxious ridden thoughts of my twenties and thirties. I have at last now got at least one foot in the “F..k it!” circle of thought. Cathartic. I appreciate that meditation and mindfulness are all effective tools in the battle against anxiety and panic inducing conditions but I find a simple “F..k it!” works wonders for me. Give me a profanity every time.
Some days my fluctuating hormones take me on a ruthless emotional bungee jump for hours at a time. I am engulfed in heavy-duty waves of emotion and dry skin that leave me on the brink of madness and dermatitis. I weep at the very drop of a hat, alone or amongst a crowd. Once that baby starts to roll it’s like a tsunami. I am at its hormonal mercy. No amount of staying in the moment is a match for this motherf..ker, as it spits me out exhausted and puffy just in time for the school run. Bleary eyed and unsteady on my swollen feet I keep the tears at bay with frequently interspersed “F..k its”………. Sod H.R.T all I need is menopausal Tourette’s.
The real danger with these frequent potty mouth utterances is that a tic develops to go along with each oath. I have noticed many fellows of my age developing these tics even without swearing profusely. My friend and I howl at these strange phenomenons. She is currently requiring outside assistance from family and friends to stifle a full facial tic that she realised she was performing in the middle of This Morning. My husband has recently begun to suck on imaginary false teeth in a Pob fashion when day dreaming. I too have just pulled myself back from the brink after catching myself opening my mouth inappropriately wide like a fish to keep taking double breaths …wtf ? It’s a very dangerous time in life, either you age whilst appearing young at heart or if you can’t remain vigilant, you end up the lady with a beard and an unpleasant whiff on the bus. You’ve got to keep them peeled middle-aged people.
So with my newly found effective approach to managing my emotions at this heady time, I still find my strange need for nostalgia is great. What drives it I know not nor do I care, I only seek to satiate it. This recipe for Rice Salad does exactly that. It screams to me “Delia” although I have never found it in her repertoire. It feels to me an old fashioned English Summer on a plate even though it is more that these sort of flavour combinations were popular back in the Delia day. Every summer it is my salad of choice. It goes with pretty much everything, perfect for a BBQ. It so stands the test of time. The oldies are always the goodies as they say………..I miss you Delia xx
One small but important note, tasting this salad after an initial mix is imperative. you may well need more french dressing. Suck it and see……
PIN ME FOR LATER!