I had a spare half hour last Wednesday lunchtime, so I decided to idly fiddle around with the layout of this site, tweaking the width of the sidebar to make it fit an ad unit more neatly.
All very easy stuff, all done from within the WordPress console through a couple of settings adjustments to the theme.
What could possibly go wrong?
Black pepper chicken is easy.
It’s quick to make and delicately spiced. There seems to be a lot of fire in the hole if you take the ingredient list at face value, but the finished dish is much more mellow than the individual parts would suggest.
The first sign of trouble was when the theme started to go a little wonky…font sizes all over the place, columns out of whack, everything generally messed up.
Caching issue, you’d think, but flushing the various on-blog caches and blasting out Cloudflare came to naught.
Something very wrong.
Something…sinister.
Work beckoned, so I quickly ditched my normal theme and switched to one of the WordPress standard themes, and everything snapped into form. Fairly rudimentary and dull form, but it was all there.
The site lived, wounded, but alive.
Hallelujah.
Start by dissecting a chicken into serving pieces.
I like to leave chicken on the bone, because the bones add a depth of flavour that chicken meat alone doesn’t.
Cut the legs away, then remove the crown, split it in half through the breastbone and cut each breast into five or six pieces, straight through the bone. Separate the leg from the thigh and cut through each piece with a pair of sturdy scissors.
That meat cleaver you’ve been meaning to buy from the Chinese supermarket for years?
That’d be useful.
It’s a funny feeling trying to work on serious things when, at the back of your mind, you’re panicking about the fate of three and a half years worth of writing, photography and general hard graft. It’s unsettling and disturbing, and it made me realise just how much time and effort had gone into building this blog up, something I only really realised as I watched it slip over the edge of the abyss.
Things got worse. Much worse.




