Husks

During a toast-making lunchbreak in the great de-cluttering journey towards a calmer self, found a tail-end packet of psyllium husk in the bread bin.  This means the rest is in an air-tight glass jar somewhere in the pantry.  (Hopefully accurately labelled in chalk pen).  Found myself asking why.  What did I buy psyllium husk for in the first place, nevermind enough that it didn’t all fit into a single jar.  No doubt, some magical longevity recipe was involved, possibly alternative to the frogspawn that is chia seeds, or was in the shop at Findhorn and just wanted to join in.  Yes, psyllium husk is my husk of choice, whenever am husking, day or night, psyllium is the dust husk for me.  

Asked Irish Bloke Siri (tragically, IBS) for psyllium husk recipes.  Provided several, none of which I will ever make.  Will add a teaspoonful when making Black Forest overnight oats. 

During the great de-clutter 15-minute series of experiments, have been shedding husks in the form of clothing which in some cases, forgot I had.  What’s the point of a wardrobe in the spare room which is never opened?  It was intended for keeping coats and jackets tidy and handy.  The coats and jackets I use are either on the bed or back of a dining room chair.  Opening this gateway to forgotten-coat-Narnia, found an offshore fireproof jacket from 1997, and a woollen coatigan from ‘Toast’, not quite as vintage, but as is pre-covid era don’t recall the cost.  Insta-types will tell you, the money’s already spent, get rid of it.  Coatigan (Mr Tumnus) was Narnia-relegated as wasn’t suitable for wet winters, unless you don’t mind getting soaked and smelling like a sheep.  Much like Michael Finnegan, coatigan’s beginning again as a toasty dressing gown for chilly mornings.   Re-use before re-cycling. 

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