Giving up the HIV effort to be a chef

My post today comes a bit late as I continue to argue with someone on my friends’ doctors’ blog. Honestly. Are people out there so ridiculous as to believe that a percentage sign, or the colour of one’s skin, or the amount of money in your bank account(s) can protect you from a virus that honestly could not give a f*ck about you. It does not stick to the rules of man & our society - that is why there is such an effort to fight against and fear about it.

Perhaps his reaction is a consequence of Apartheid propaganda. If it happens in the black community, it cannot be taking place in the white community, or the Indian community. The Sexual Relations acts (Immorality Act) and Group Areas Acts of Apartheid have really made people from former generations believe that laws of racist men overrode laws of nature?? People f*ck between races. They screw despite what the other person earns. They are dumb enough, or ignorant enough, or in this man’s case ridiculously denying & obsessed with mathematical information enough, in the moment to do this in high risk manners.

This man says he teaches his children the ABCs of prevention (thankfully!) but also tells them to keep sex within the higher classes of SA society, as this will keep them well and truly away from the virus. For the sake of his children, I hope that he does not experience situations that many white denying South Africans are now finding themselves in:
“I am sorry to inform you, Mr So-and-So, but your recent extra-marital affair appears to have infected you with the HI virus. Could I ask that your wife comes in as soon as possible to also test for this virus. I am sorry. Luckily you can afford the expensive lifelong intense treatment, but please, do not expect this to be one smooth ride”.

Are some people even worth the effort???!

Welcome to my Monday morning. And it is such a typical Monday morning. I am grouchy. I have a coffee stain across my desk. I have several boring meetings ahead of me and one behind me. And bugger all energy to smile. So picking a fight with an idiot might be exactly what I need.

I also think it was the bought of insomnia I had last night that is contributing to my glaring at all who dare approach my desk today. For several twi-lit hours it was just me and the little frogs croaking their hearts out of their mouths who seemed alive to the world. Eventually I gave up on tossing and realigning myself to my duvet and read. I am busy integrating myself into “The Satanic Verses”. Nothing like the devil and people trying to kill themselves to get one back to sleep at 3am!

Meanwhile, you can now all start addressing me as Chef Champers!

Yesterday evening I was slicing and dicing. Chopping and grinding (herbs). All with my very own borrowed proper chef’s knife. We were cooking up a storm as I leant how to crush garlic & ginger with the side of the knife (This is my new favourite trick! Although slamming one’s hand down onto a knife can be slightly daunting!), rowboat rocking the knife back and forth through lemon grass, keeping one’s workstation clean, cutting the chicken against the grain to have the flavours of your own self-made curry paste better infuse.

A master chef I will be in no time! Although apparently this means I now have to start cooking for other people. D’oh!

All finished off with some ‘apology’ chocolate for dessert. The apology token had been necessary to appease my friend/ cute cooking teacher after I had called him at 3am Sunday morning to discuss this recently bantered-about idea in detail and determination.

I think last night’s insomnia had been karma’s response to the apparent insomnia I had caused him after dialing his number, wanting post-tequila conversational company on my way home following the New Years party on Saturday. Not only did he accept, but he taught me to make one mean-asss Thai Green curry!

Maybe the leftovers will improve my mood. It’s either that or yellow-pages tracking down of some fool commenting Jo’burg man to smack over the head.