Monday 21 April 2014

T'WAS A SOGGY EASTER SUNDAY.. BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP HER..

What a lot of water! Swimming pool loads of it fell upon London and probably elsewhere as well but having overslept and therefore missed the Easter Church Service, apart from having to put boots on her feet instead of slip-on shoes, she was dressed and out of the house like a rocket this morning.

She feared that she might miss Ellie the Goat, her real name, of course, is Debbie but you all know whom I mean when I mention Goaty folk.

She had sent Debbie a message saying that she would love a half leg of Kid or some chops, no answer, so to make sure she got something, she and old Wicker had to quickly trundle off and catch a 22 bus.

It would have been better if she had sent it to the right number, it was not Debbie's number, it was a pure fluke Debbie had any meat left.

So wet.. empty streets.. almost empty bus! Not at all surprising, most sensible people were tucked up in their cosy homes eating Easter lunch, not out pounding wet pavements.

There were only four other stalls at Parson's Green Farmer's Market today, an organic butcher, a baker, a vegetable stall and a cheese company. And very few customers but apparently Windy Wimbledon on Saturday had, according to Debbie, been very busy.

Good, for we like to hear that our friends are doing well, because let's face it, it is a long drive to do in the driving rain, you have to put a gazebo up.. etc, etc but as Debbie said "it is not going to sell itself sitting in the chillers, is it?"

She came away with milk, curd (slurp) and a full sized leg of kid, kidneys and liver. The leg of kid as cold meat, will last us a long time and be as delicious cold as it was hot. She cooks it exactly the same way as lamb but for a fraction shorter time wise.

She gave Debbie her Easter gift and also a home grown (proper) cauliflower, we call it a proper one because only about six, out of twenty that she planted, grew properly, the others all decided they would behave in a very strange fashion and grew like a form of sprouting broccoli. Most bizarre.

Busy week ahead, plants to plant out, she is very grateful for this rain, the soil was dry as it has been so hot and we have not had a drop of rain for three weeks, which is too dry for this time of year.

With this rain and hopefully, a little bit of warmth, perhaps the asparagus will cheer up and start to grow properly. And the potatoes need some moisture as they are showing signs of growth. 

Some beans and peas are planted, at home are more peas which are up, these are to replace the Oregon Snow Peas that were never planted, they need to be planted this week, likewise another lot of broad beans. We plant several lots of these to insure a good supply throughout late spring and into the summer. 

She picks them when they are absolutely minute, for one of her most favourite dishes is fusilli pasta with tiny new broad (fava) beans, olive oil, black pepper and fresh parmesan.

You only get this dish if you grow these beans yourself, unless you are eat in a restaurant, who are prepared to buy their vegetables from a very good supplier.

Working Thursday, market food shopping on Tuesday, she has to make a White Chocolate Cheesecake for a friend's party. We gave you the recipe for this months ago and hope that you have made it? It is simple, quick and delicious! 

And Cousin Bruce has requested some special yumyum for when he comes to stay in May.

She got an e-mail from Rosamund in Australia, now on a plane flying back to Germany, saying (Rosamund is English) that 'Cousin Bruce' or 'Cousin Shane' should always be 'said in Aussie speak' but pronounced as Shoyn, the accent going up at the end, oh lordy, that made her laugh, this Blog does afforded us a huge amount of amusement for we get some very funny (haha not peculiar) responses from friends. 

It is a bit uncomfortable when she chokes and her head wobbles about (you see I am usually on her head) but I like to hear my mama laugh, it is a happy sound and on that happy note, we are off, for it is my bewitching hour.. aka bed time.

For, although tomorrow is a holiday, there is a huge amount of work to be done in this home, to turn it back into a home and not a plant house!

I hope that you have all had a very happy Easter and have thought about the meaning of it at least once. (She has despite missing one of her most favourite services).

GeeGee Parrot.
April 20th, 2014.

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