She unbolted and opened the front door. She looked ouside, it was neither exciting or happy-making, for the sky was that particular colour that you used to get as a child if you were trying to paint clouds, one flat tone of pale grey, just like a sheet.
Dreary, she thought and shutting the door, drew the heavy curtain that keeps naughty Frosty Tiger and Jack Frost out of our home.
There was an anxious half hour earlier today, I told you that she was going to have to play 'Hunt the slow-cooker', didn't I? Well, it got a bit desperate because it was not hiding in any of the usual suspect places and she had this hideous thought, had she, in a moment of utter stupidity, given it away?
She eventually found it in the walk-in clothes cupboard at the end of the hall. "Don't look at me, I didn't put it there" I said when she asked me "how did it get there?", moving swiftly along, it was given a dust and a rinse and she started to make the Kid stew.
DRAT, no Apricots, well, we do have some but they're otherwise engaged on an important mission. Luckily she had bought a packet of Barberries last month and they will do splendidly instead.
Barberries.. you don't know them! Ah.. food for the Gods are Barberries.
The fruits are small and red, the taste is sharp but they are wonderful with all meats and other fruits. And she puts them into bread. They used to be grow here but the ones you buy in Middle Eastern shops will have, almost certainly, come from Iran where they are an important item in their cooking. The fruit has medical uses as well and is used in a dried form.
Kid stew is as happy as a clam, sitting in the ceramic pot cooking slowly and the smell is good when she takes the top off to give it a stir. We are also sitting in the kitchen, well, she's sitting, I'm grinding Beaky and perched on one foot on old Goosie Head.
YumYum HQ is, by far, the warmest room in the flat, as dishwasher is a'washing and slow-cooker is a'cooking. Why go and sit in state in the sittingroom when we are snug as two bugs in here?
Yes, the heating is on but not roaring away at a high temperature, for the month of February is when the winter quarters' bills come home to roost, is it not? She does not intend to have to plunder her savings in order to pay Mr. Gas and Electricity Man, that's for sure. She turns off lights when we leave a room and the famous and much beloved radiator is turned off after her morning shower.
She is always frugal in February. She eats down what is in the freezer and the store cupboard. Such treats there are! For pudding tonight, there are allotment grown Blackberries and Apple, plus to 'gild the lily', there's Goaty curd instead of cream.
She is defrosting a package of Damiela's Sicilian Pork Mix, this will make a Terrine with Bacon and a few Hazelnuts which have been marinated in Whisky. There is no point in saying "I wish I had some of those", we wrote about them MONTHS ago and they could have been sitting in YOUR own store cupboard all this time becoming deliciously edibubble!
Also for supper tonight is a bag of frozen Spaetzle that she made a couple of months ago, they'll go well with the Kid and vegetables. Such a easy thing to make, you only need a ricer, which makes equally delicious mashed potato, or parsnip or carrot, in fact, any vegetable that you mash.
We are off, she's dressing in warm outer-clothes in which to go to church and I am retreating to our bedroom and will listen to the radio.
Tomorrow she doing chores and then off to give our much beloved Susan, who is elderly, a proper Pedicure. Unless your body is flexible it is almost imposible when you are old to do this yourself and she had said to mama last week that she had a sore toe.
"We can't have that, you make us a Danish lunch and I'll do your feet for you" said my mum, very grateful that she took all those courses whilst working in the Cosmetic and Fragrance industry.
Her special bag of tricks, plus a little sterilisation fluid - which very few salons use but all of them should - is already in Wicker Wheelie. She will also take a food box of Kid stew with her to give to Susan. Not everybody is as lucky as we are to have a source of fresh Kid meat.
In fact.. we are lucky. Full Stop.
My next post is on a word that always makes her laugh.. RETIREMENT.. oh, yes.. equally as much as women who say "I lunch and shop".
GeeGee Parrot.
February 1st, 2015.
Dreary, she thought and shutting the door, drew the heavy curtain that keeps naughty Frosty Tiger and Jack Frost out of our home.
There was an anxious half hour earlier today, I told you that she was going to have to play 'Hunt the slow-cooker', didn't I? Well, it got a bit desperate because it was not hiding in any of the usual suspect places and she had this hideous thought, had she, in a moment of utter stupidity, given it away?
She eventually found it in the walk-in clothes cupboard at the end of the hall. "Don't look at me, I didn't put it there" I said when she asked me "how did it get there?", moving swiftly along, it was given a dust and a rinse and she started to make the Kid stew.
DRAT, no Apricots, well, we do have some but they're otherwise engaged on an important mission. Luckily she had bought a packet of Barberries last month and they will do splendidly instead.
Barberries.. you don't know them! Ah.. food for the Gods are Barberries.
The fruits are small and red, the taste is sharp but they are wonderful with all meats and other fruits. And she puts them into bread. They used to be grow here but the ones you buy in Middle Eastern shops will have, almost certainly, come from Iran where they are an important item in their cooking. The fruit has medical uses as well and is used in a dried form.
Kid stew is as happy as a clam, sitting in the ceramic pot cooking slowly and the smell is good when she takes the top off to give it a stir. We are also sitting in the kitchen, well, she's sitting, I'm grinding Beaky and perched on one foot on old Goosie Head.
YumYum HQ is, by far, the warmest room in the flat, as dishwasher is a'washing and slow-cooker is a'cooking. Why go and sit in state in the sittingroom when we are snug as two bugs in here?
Yes, the heating is on but not roaring away at a high temperature, for the month of February is when the winter quarters' bills come home to roost, is it not? She does not intend to have to plunder her savings in order to pay Mr. Gas and Electricity Man, that's for sure. She turns off lights when we leave a room and the famous and much beloved radiator is turned off after her morning shower.
She is always frugal in February. She eats down what is in the freezer and the store cupboard. Such treats there are! For pudding tonight, there are allotment grown Blackberries and Apple, plus to 'gild the lily', there's Goaty curd instead of cream.
She is defrosting a package of Damiela's Sicilian Pork Mix, this will make a Terrine with Bacon and a few Hazelnuts which have been marinated in Whisky. There is no point in saying "I wish I had some of those", we wrote about them MONTHS ago and they could have been sitting in YOUR own store cupboard all this time becoming deliciously edibubble!
Also for supper tonight is a bag of frozen Spaetzle that she made a couple of months ago, they'll go well with the Kid and vegetables. Such a easy thing to make, you only need a ricer, which makes equally delicious mashed potato, or parsnip or carrot, in fact, any vegetable that you mash.
We are off, she's dressing in warm outer-clothes in which to go to church and I am retreating to our bedroom and will listen to the radio.
Tomorrow she doing chores and then off to give our much beloved Susan, who is elderly, a proper Pedicure. Unless your body is flexible it is almost imposible when you are old to do this yourself and she had said to mama last week that she had a sore toe.
"We can't have that, you make us a Danish lunch and I'll do your feet for you" said my mum, very grateful that she took all those courses whilst working in the Cosmetic and Fragrance industry.
Her special bag of tricks, plus a little sterilisation fluid - which very few salons use but all of them should - is already in Wicker Wheelie. She will also take a food box of Kid stew with her to give to Susan. Not everybody is as lucky as we are to have a source of fresh Kid meat.
In fact.. we are lucky. Full Stop.
My next post is on a word that always makes her laugh.. RETIREMENT.. oh, yes.. equally as much as women who say "I lunch and shop".
GeeGee Parrot.
February 1st, 2015.
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