Pollack. Not good enough for Reg.

Wednesday is Grocery Day. Perfect parking. Trolley of essentials. Humour with cashier whose a Royalist and user of hair thickening shampoos. Barbie.
Thursday is Plumber Day. Mr Someone or whoever. Dyed chestnut brown hair. Huge teeth. Fair rates.
Then comes Friday Day.
A day for chilling, sipping and just generally loosening the clips from my hair!
A cool relaxing start to a Fab Weekend is assured.

Now into the kitchen I go to generally potter and make a Lemon & Poppy Seed Traybake. (Aussie recipe)
Talking of baking (do I do anything else?) I'll be tinkering with a newish version of Strawberry Cheesecake. Condensed Milk being a major ingredient. I'll glaze the strawberries (decently priced from Sainsburys) with melted and cooled jam, won't though have perky nipples of whipped cream all over the shop. Vulgar.

Really looking forward to the weekend.
Possible action outside so hope the weather gods take pity on us mortals by allowing the sun to shed warmth on our dried up old patches.

Talking of dried...I noticed my lower arms are looking a little crepey, so will, after showering again, slap on Industrial Strength Aqueous Cream. It's tested and Paraben Free.
While on the subject...
I consider myself quite fortunate in the Ageing Skin Dept;
My face is wearing well, no parchness at all and my feet are as smooth as pure glass.
Boo boos a.k.a Zonkies are doing alright. Holding their own in the War With Gravity.



Now I really must fly.
Good cooking waits for no man.
Talking of cooking and Man...

One of my male friends made for Mr H and I, a fish fing. Some kind of white fish (pollack probably) was mixed with various veggies, a sort of sauce and baked.
I liked it as did Mr H. but Male Friend who, from now on, will be known simply as Reg was spitting feathers over it, didn't rate it at all. "Disappointed" he said afterwards
And that's the trouble with Cooks/Chefs however many times their guests lick the plate, (incontrovertible evidence) the cook will never be satiated/satisfied.
There'll always be summat wrong with it.
And so it was with Reg and his Pollack.

Bless Him.


Cheerio!