  I am pleased to announce that I am officially feeling better. Thanks to Joe I have been using peanut butter in my cooking of late. I never really thought about it until I tasted his fat juicy chunks of satay chilli tofu. I usually try to avoid satay even though it's really yummy, but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Tonight's yums consisted of satay tofu, green beans and bean sprouts on buckwheat noodles with sesame seeds.
The bad news is I just sliced my finger open on the foil lid of a hommous container. The good news is that means I get to wear one of my Wiggles band-aids. It's enough to make one burst into repetitive catchy song: Hot Potato hot potato, hot potato hot potato, hot potato hot potato (potato) potato (potato) potato, potato, potato. &nbsp; Mashed banana mashed banana... Ah, Wiggles. N-Sync for three year olds. I just did that thing with 'potato' where you type a word over and over and it begins to look foreign and unfamiliar and you keep squinting at it, wondering if you're typing it wrong.
The Head of the Faculty (that's me) has decided that We (that's Myself, I, and Me) are going to work tomorrow because we think we have recovered almost in full. We still sound like we have a bouquet of thorny brambles stuck in our throat, but it's better than sounding like we are gargling gravel. 
