Temperatures set to drop. Why bother looking up the weather forecast when you can read my posts? 😀 Now I know there will be some of you who will say you don’t live in the same part of the world as me, same hemisphere even, but I say to you pshaw, piffle and phut. It matters not a jot. Talking Lincoln here, not Timbuktu. Just pretend you live down the road to me then it will all make sense.
The wireless has grown silent. Noone has complained. It’s a Sunday. We are not meant to enjoy ourselves, be entertained. At least on Sundays the talk is on turmoil in the church and, for this particular moment in time, not politics. I can always switch it off if I don’t like what I’m hearing. Or switch off myself.
If I have time today I might watch Whisky Galore. The original one. It seems appropriate on the Sabbath. Doubt I’ll be helping myself to a wee dram though. Not even sure I’ve got any in. It’s usually just something I buy at Christmas. Coming soon though eh? 😉 I do have some Calvados…
Out of interest I just looked up the weather in Timbuktu. The Met Office has no data on the place. I assume therefore it must be the same weather as Lincoln. Wrap up well.
Not sure I will be getting out of the house much today except perhaps swimming this pm. Got dinner to get ready innit. I am usually the Sunday dinner wallah. THG goes off to a regular Sunday morning social called church and I don’t so I stay in the kitchen chopping, peeling and otherwise prepping stuff for the table this evening. We rarely do Sunday lunch as it kills the rest of the day. Do like a nice boozy Sunday lunch occasionally mind you, thanose.
This morning THG has prepared some smashed avocado. I just need to assemble mine with the appropriate accompaniments: sourdough toast, poached egg and a side of bacon. Avocados and sourdough hadn’t even been invented when I was a kid (afaik) so we are clearly keeping up with the times. And the Joneses, although I have no idea whether they eat smashed avocado on sourdough toast.
Anyway the cathedral bells have just struck eight forty two and I must be away. There is avocado to eat.
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Now is the calm before the storm. Before flour starts flying and the noises of cooking come loud but not necessarily clear from the kitchen. I am sat in the living room with my tea beside me on the small table procured by THG expressly for that purpose. I had previously made observations as to the dearth of places to put down a cup in this room, at least where I currently choose to sit. She heard the call and jumped into action, fair play.
Tonight’s tea is a beef casserole. We haven’t actually got enough olive oil to cook this, to seal the beef, but without realising it I had a bit of a brainwave on Friday in Fosters and threw in a tub of beef dripping with the meat. Usually we use this for roasties but it will be perfectly fine for frying beef. Perfectly fine.
It’s a fair bit of faff making a beef casserole. Lots of chopping to do then a process that has to be followed. It isn’t just a question of chucking it all in the pot, believe you me. I have all the elements to make it a success. It is mostly a success. Sometimes more successful than others. Basically down to the flavours you add into the pot but I am confident today. At least once everything is in the pan and simmering gently away you can just walk away and leave it.
This afternoon the mighty Wales take on visitors from the Antipodes. Stralia. I’m not particularly confident but will loyally wave the flag. The occasion is made more interesting in that Jac Morgan is back in the side. I met his mum and dad in a bar in Carcassonne last year during the Rugby World Cup. Siarad Cymraeg. I feel involved.
The timing of the game is perfect as it will finish just as we sit down for nosh. What’s not to like?
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Took me all morning to get the food prepped. I watched/listened to seven episodes of a ww2 documentary on you tube whilst doing so. Avin a sit down and a cuppa now before washing all the bowls I used. There is a lot to be said for having a kitchen assistant. Haven’t got one.
When she is in THG does tend to tidy up around me. Well someone has to stay on top of the mess. I’ve had to develop a system. If something is on the worktop to the left of the stove it is still being used. If I’ve moved it around the corner to near the sink it is free game. Otherwise it’s a game of hmm where’s that knife/fork/spoon I was using. Ah it might be in the dishwasher. Love is… <3
Lovely day out. Perfect for a stroll to the shed.