Chicken dinner, chicken dinner, chicken and leek pie. It died that we may eat three meals although not sure how much chicken will be left for the pie. Twillbfine.
In other news I have to tell you that Waitrose does not sell cheesy balls. Wot! Why is this? Are cheesy balls considered to be too down market? Tesco (maybe there’s yer answer) has three offers in that line including something called “free from cheese flavour balls”. Yuk. Mind you I daresay the actual cheesy balls have never seen an udder. Udderly cheesy flavouring.
I’ll be buying my cheesy balls this year from Tesco. We are due a big shop, mainly festive booze, and I will be checking prices online before deciding what to buy where. Except cheesy balls obvs. I doubt there will be that much price difference but ya never know.
Waitrose does sell Essential Cheese Puffs at £1.10 for a 100g bag. Well firstly cheese puffs are not cheese balls and the bags aren’t big enough. Tesco sells 300g at £1.75. We are after volume here. Mind you I may buy a bag of each just as a comparison taste test. Makes sense to me.
Cheesy balls have never really been the same ever since I moved from the rose tinted memory filled childhood phase of life to the harsh reality of adulthood. They taste crappy but we still buy em. They do come with the benefit of being easier to chuck in the air to be caught in the mouth which is nigh on impossible with cheese puffs whose aerodynamic properties are totally inadequate.
That is all I have to say on the subject, for the moment…
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It’s one of those calmish December afternoons. At three thirty the sun is desperately trying to slip over the horizon. The bar lights are on in the shed. They provide a bit of atmo. This doesn’t mean the bar is open although if someone happened by on a social call there are refreshments in the fridge. I have made a pot of tea. That’s not in the fridge, obvs.
There is beer but don’t particularly drink it that often. I’ll have the occasional tonic and gin. On occasion. I took the bottle of Leffe out. Don’t like the stuff. Someone must have brought it along on one of my occasional gentlemen’s get togethers in the shed. Not had one for a while. A get together that is. Maybs over Christmas.
All is quiet. I spent the afternoon reading History of Carmarthenshire Vol 2. At least the bits about church history. Nothing in there of particular interest although it is all good background reading. I was half tempted to buy the same volume for Cardigan but looking at the index it seemed to have even less material of relevance.
I bought the two volume Carmarthenshire set in the antiquarian bookshop in Carmarthen a few years back. It’s been on the shelf in the snug as a curiosity. It’s a first edition from February 1939. Only now being read, by me at least. I have the modern paperback version of Vol 1 but they don’t seem to have published Vol 2 like that. Probably only published one edition of the hardback. Dunno.
At four o’clock it is getting dark. Just over a fortnight to the winter solstice. A time we should be dancing around the fire pit and roasting a wild boar whilst drinking lots of mead or whatever they did in those days. Don’t like mead meself. I’m sure they had other hoochy options.
At four thirty it is dark. Shut the curtains and bolt the front door. There are monsters out there. We have plans for the evening. A repeat of Sunday’s chicken dinner with leftovers then watch the mighty Imps playing away at Rotherham. Almost a local derby.
I once played against Dinnington RFC in the Rotherham area. It was a bloomin cold day with freezing fog and in the days before sat nav we really struggled to find the place. None of us really wanted to play but hey, a commitment is a commitment. The game is the game.
Anyway we changed and ran out onto the pitch and waited for the opposition to arrive. It was so foggy that the only way you could see both sets of posts was by standing on the half way line. We were on the verge of going back in to wait when we realised they were already on the pitch. Don’t remember the score (conveniently probaby) but I seem to recall enjoying a good pie and peas supper after the game. I’m sure I’ve told you this before but it is a good story 🙂