Baked apples with cinnamon, apple strudel, spaetzle, Ingrid's dumplings with star anise, mashed potatoes with garlic, slow cooked stews with herbs and spices, risotto with freekeh instead of rice, need I go on? You've got the drift by now!
Yes folks, up here in the northern hemisphere, winter is approaching at an ever increasing speed. Today brought in the first band of heavy rain, we are due for a week of it.. ugh.. there will no gardening done this week.
But, in fact, this suits her as there are books to take to her wonderful 'Pensioner's Club' together with wool that she has uncovered, as well as several pieces of unfinished knitting, weird no?
It was lurking in the walk-in cupboard, carefully wrapped up with lavender bags, goodness knows how long it has been there or where it came from!
There is far too much for her ever to use, it can all go, so that other people can love and use it.
The boiler man is fitting a carbon monoxide alarm this morning, she has a doctor's appointment later in the afternoon, is lunching with a friend at her club on Wednesday, working on Thursday and has another dental appointment on Friday.
No time to devote to the plots, it takes an hour to get there she cannot just go for just half an hour, besides, what can you do in a garden in thirty minutes in cold, driving rain?
Not-a-lot..
She has dug the slow cooker out from its' summer storage and has pulled out a few of her most favourite recipes books, I saw an old one of Hazels, her most beloved aunt, on the chest in the hall. A Hungarian cook book.. seriously delicious food.
She has to check our supply of herbs and spices.. as well as for extra cinnamon, cloves and turmeric. These three spices, along with garlic and ginger, are major bug and cold killers.
I can 'see' it now, a pot of red cabbage, braised with a bit of pork fat and apples.. yes.. I know I am a parrot but I love food of all kinds, yours as well as mine!
Whoops. Time to let the boiler man in and put the rubbish out. So I whistle to you "Farewell, adieu, auf wiedersein, goodbye" until later.
GeeGee Parrot.
November 11th, 2014.
Yes folks, up here in the northern hemisphere, winter is approaching at an ever increasing speed. Today brought in the first band of heavy rain, we are due for a week of it.. ugh.. there will no gardening done this week.
But, in fact, this suits her as there are books to take to her wonderful 'Pensioner's Club' together with wool that she has uncovered, as well as several pieces of unfinished knitting, weird no?
It was lurking in the walk-in cupboard, carefully wrapped up with lavender bags, goodness knows how long it has been there or where it came from!
There is far too much for her ever to use, it can all go, so that other people can love and use it.
The boiler man is fitting a carbon monoxide alarm this morning, she has a doctor's appointment later in the afternoon, is lunching with a friend at her club on Wednesday, working on Thursday and has another dental appointment on Friday.
No time to devote to the plots, it takes an hour to get there she cannot just go for just half an hour, besides, what can you do in a garden in thirty minutes in cold, driving rain?
Not-a-lot..
She has dug the slow cooker out from its' summer storage and has pulled out a few of her most favourite recipes books, I saw an old one of Hazels, her most beloved aunt, on the chest in the hall. A Hungarian cook book.. seriously delicious food.
She has to check our supply of herbs and spices.. as well as for extra cinnamon, cloves and turmeric. These three spices, along with garlic and ginger, are major bug and cold killers.
I can 'see' it now, a pot of red cabbage, braised with a bit of pork fat and apples.. yes.. I know I am a parrot but I love food of all kinds, yours as well as mine!
Whoops. Time to let the boiler man in and put the rubbish out. So I whistle to you "Farewell, adieu, auf wiedersein, goodbye" until later.
GeeGee Parrot.
November 11th, 2014.
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