Wednesday, 16 October 2013
Tuesday, 15 October 2013
On account of a glitch in Hairy's blog I can't respond so...... here it is here...............Gloria Horsehound said
I'm well jel......as the youngsters say.
I love the way you think up stuff.
Me? I'm lost without a recipe book.
Thanks for mum's pie, haven't let on yet...
Can't wait to see her face when she takes a bite.
Handsome, hairy and a fab cook.
I love the way you think up stuff.
Me? I'm lost without a recipe book.
Thanks for mum's pie, haven't let on yet...
Can't wait to see her face when she takes a bite.
Handsome, hairy and a fab cook.
Monday, 14 October 2013
NO Time To Launder
My washing basket is chokka blokka
If it's a choice between baking and bleaching, baking winds hands down.
I've concluded that I mismanage time.
I never used to but things have changed.
Much to my disgust and sadness.
Take this morning for instance...Instead of doing the Hockley run with mother and Mr Horsehound (day orf for the old geezer) I would have been blissfully content to wash the floors, do a bit of ironing, bake a Ginger cake with Lime and Cream Cheese frosting but I couldn't............ I HAD to leave the confines of my shabby bungalow to do the same thing as I did last Monday and the one before that and before that etc.
Because Mother needs to.
But there's always a silver lining in the darkest of my clouds...I bought a fedora type brown wool hat (made in Italy) in the charity shop next to the Co-Op. It was love at first feel. Beautiful quality and truly complimentary. And even though the price made me gulp (£3) I smiled at my reflection and paid up.
I also bought a small peacock brooch.
Back home.
Beans on toast and Billy Liar DVD for Mr Horsehound. For mum, corned beef roll and Fistful of Dollars DVD...... and for me...Silence whilst making Gingercake with Lime and Cream Cheese Frosting. And more quiet while doing laundry and general house stuff. I'll finish what needs to be finished but at a cost.
I often have to leave vital me stuff like reading and bathing so as mum can be tidied and uplifted........ and it hurts. But...................................
Can't wait for tomorrow..England v. Poland.
I have everything arranged right down to what time we're going out and getting back :( what we're eating and when, what frock I'm wearing.
Some things are too important to be sidelined...
ENGLAND MUST WIN
again..........
If it's a choice between baking and bleaching, baking winds hands down.
I've concluded that I mismanage time.
I never used to but things have changed.
Much to my disgust and sadness.
Take this morning for instance...Instead of doing the Hockley run with mother and Mr Horsehound (day orf for the old geezer) I would have been blissfully content to wash the floors, do a bit of ironing, bake a Ginger cake with Lime and Cream Cheese frosting but I couldn't............ I HAD to leave the confines of my shabby bungalow to do the same thing as I did last Monday and the one before that and before that etc.
Because Mother needs to.
But there's always a silver lining in the darkest of my clouds...I bought a fedora type brown wool hat (made in Italy) in the charity shop next to the Co-Op. It was love at first feel. Beautiful quality and truly complimentary. And even though the price made me gulp (£3) I smiled at my reflection and paid up.
I also bought a small peacock brooch.
Back home.
Beans on toast and Billy Liar DVD for Mr Horsehound. For mum, corned beef roll and Fistful of Dollars DVD...... and for me...Silence whilst making Gingercake with Lime and Cream Cheese Frosting. And more quiet while doing laundry and general house stuff. I'll finish what needs to be finished but at a cost.
I often have to leave vital me stuff like reading and bathing so as mum can be tidied and uplifted........ and it hurts. But...................................
Can't wait for tomorrow..England v. Poland.
I have everything arranged right down to what time we're going out and getting back :( what we're eating and when, what frock I'm wearing.
Some things are too important to be sidelined...
ENGLAND MUST WIN
again..........
Friday, 11 October 2013
No Soggy Bottom
A very large apple traybake I made this week (cut into fifteen sweet thick brick squares) did not have a damp bottom unlike, I fear, the Wembley pitch will have tonight.
I expect Hodgo has a dry mouth and the boys sweaty armpits at the prospect of meeting Montenegro in tonight's MUST WIN game.
I don't have mouth or armpit problems but my tum is gurgling horribly. Could it be Allinsons wholemeal bread I wonder. Or is it the thought of another evening of watching England.....
Been there, got the T shirt, got the xtreme emotional scarring that comes from watching England play.
Watching and living through an England game is like being punched senseless by a great aunt. You love 'em but how can they hurt you so much.
But having said that, I'll be nailed to the settee at 19:30 waiting for the exquisite torture to kick orf.
Likewise Mother.... she'll breathe a few more rattled determined old breaths when the anthem is played and, with reducing eyesight by the minute... peer sadly flickeringly at my big screen.
Blindness I fear is a-coming.
But lets not be downhearted, I'm making Hot Dogs tonight.
I expect Hodgo has a dry mouth and the boys sweaty armpits at the prospect of meeting Montenegro in tonight's MUST WIN game.
I don't have mouth or armpit problems but my tum is gurgling horribly. Could it be Allinsons wholemeal bread I wonder. Or is it the thought of another evening of watching England.....
Been there, got the T shirt, got the xtreme emotional scarring that comes from watching England play.
Watching and living through an England game is like being punched senseless by a great aunt. You love 'em but how can they hurt you so much.
But having said that, I'll be nailed to the settee at 19:30 waiting for the exquisite torture to kick orf.
Likewise Mother.... she'll breathe a few more rattled determined old breaths when the anthem is played and, with reducing eyesight by the minute... peer sadly flickeringly at my big screen.
Blindness I fear is a-coming.
But lets not be downhearted, I'm making Hot Dogs tonight.
Thursday, 3 October 2013
Found today in shops
- Retro Blue Enamel Pie dish, love at first touch. Can one love a piece of kitsch kitchen kit?
- Retro 1960's sugar dispenser with yellow plastic lid, utilitarian, homely, cute. (20p)
- Very old glass tea jar with cream coloured tin lid, tall, elegant now holding loose tea and long handled spoon
- Embossed glass bottle with cork stopper, has a foreign feel, Sunflower oil looks healthier in glass.
- Stainless Steel mixing bowl, well used but very good looking. Imagining whipping up clouds of egg whites for Lemon Meringue Pies.
- Fringed tan leather jacket. When I'm not baking I'm trying to rock. Mrs Beeton meets Janis Joplin
- William Hope Hodgson's 1908 novel The House on the Borderland. "This extraordinary novel defies categorisation .It is galactic adventures, prophetic fantasy, macabre romance and drugless trip, and brilliantly unites its many disturbing elements, easily equalling, if not surpassing all predecessors and contemporaries (including Jules Verne, Rider Haggard, and H.G.Wells). It is high time Hodgson's masterpiece was made available to the myriad readers he deserves." Aleksis Lykiard
Early To Bed Early To Rise Helps This Old Horsehound
Stay Alive!
Oh yes.
Up at 5 on account of happily having to collect the car.
I dig early mornings.
Although I look foul I feel tickety boo.
Having Alex back means mum will have her morning in Rochford and that's alright with me because although I bleat on about my dodgy painful hips I secretly enjoy doing the whole mum/daughter shopping thing . It's so funny seeing mum emptying her purse with me tut tutting.
I'm looking forward to today.
Last night's food was fabulous. I made a Lamb and Lentil Casserole.....A bag of defrosted lamb chops from Morrisons layered with unpeeled sliced potatoes, onions, carrots and green lentils simmered for hours in beef stock, cranberry jelly and parsley bits.
The beauty of this lovely dish is that it's so simple to make. There isn't any pre-frying , everything goes into the pot raw... Juicy fatty chops, pretty green earthy lentils and homely vegetables. Comfort food at its best.
For pud I made a Very Berry Trifle.
A shop bought Swiss roll sliced and laid in my best glass bowl then topped with half a bag of frozen mixed berries (strawberries, redcurrants, blackberries) and some sugar. Rather than make a real custard I used Bird's custard powder and full fat milk, it tastes so good. After some time in the fridge to firm it up, I whipped half a pint of double cream and swirled it on top. For fun, colour and crunch I scattered lots of toasted flaked almonds on top of the trifle... (Watch toasting almonds, don't be tempted to check emails....)
It was lapped up.
Today's offering is a chicken pearl barley risotto, and for my sweet tooth, chocolate pudding.
Now I must fly, my 'me' time is running out! But having said that I have had a good bunch of me hours!
Oh yes.
Up at 5 on account of happily having to collect the car.
I dig early mornings.
Although I look foul I feel tickety boo.
Having Alex back means mum will have her morning in Rochford and that's alright with me because although I bleat on about my dodgy painful hips I secretly enjoy doing the whole mum/daughter shopping thing . It's so funny seeing mum emptying her purse with me tut tutting.
I'm looking forward to today.
Last night's food was fabulous. I made a Lamb and Lentil Casserole.....A bag of defrosted lamb chops from Morrisons layered with unpeeled sliced potatoes, onions, carrots and green lentils simmered for hours in beef stock, cranberry jelly and parsley bits.
The beauty of this lovely dish is that it's so simple to make. There isn't any pre-frying , everything goes into the pot raw... Juicy fatty chops, pretty green earthy lentils and homely vegetables. Comfort food at its best.
For pud I made a Very Berry Trifle.
A shop bought Swiss roll sliced and laid in my best glass bowl then topped with half a bag of frozen mixed berries (strawberries, redcurrants, blackberries) and some sugar. Rather than make a real custard I used Bird's custard powder and full fat milk, it tastes so good. After some time in the fridge to firm it up, I whipped half a pint of double cream and swirled it on top. For fun, colour and crunch I scattered lots of toasted flaked almonds on top of the trifle... (Watch toasting almonds, don't be tempted to check emails....)
It was lapped up.
Today's offering is a chicken pearl barley risotto, and for my sweet tooth, chocolate pudding.
Now I must fly, my 'me' time is running out! But having said that I have had a good bunch of me hours!
Wednesday, 2 October 2013
Report on young Cameron's speech...
Could do better. Hardly uplifting, so mind numbingly samey, I opened a newspaper. 6/10
But back to my reality.
And today's little tasks.
First, keep mother topped up with linctus, her wet cough hanging on in there.
Log her painkiller intake.
Keep an eye on her everything.
She's such a worry. But my love and admiration grows ever stronger as I see her give her illnesses a run for their money. She aint going down without a fight and my God is she fighting. Talking of God...She often asks why she has been encumbered by lots of diseases and not just one, say cancer, I proffer wisdom by quoting St Teresa of Lisieux
Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things are passing away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things
Whoever has God lacks nothing;
God alone suffices.
She halts me halfway with her husky voice by saying there can't be a God. No answer from me or in a book so I make tea.
After Mr Horsehound hangs up his duffle coat tonight, we, that's Mr H, mum and Mr Hairy Suit will all enjoy one of my favourite casseroles, followed by a favourite pud.
Can't let on about the full menu as I want it to be a surprise.
By the way talking of surprises the plumber gave me one on Monday. After a couple of hours tinkering the British Gas engineer, Errol, suggested I get a new boiler and upgrade my existing what nots. I didn't know whether to cry infront of him or not. I didn't of course, instead I rattled on about sharing this information with my husband the very cash strapped Mr Horsehound. Bless. Errol was amused. And I like making people laugh.
And so with that ringing in his ears the nice plumber left but not before sweetly thanking me for my gift of buttered fruit bread and tea.
And so major talks are now under way regarding boilers.
Talking of major heartbreak, our car, little 18 year old Alex Micra, had a check up yesterday, and some of his innards need replacing. Dosh Required. Does anyone have a gun?
Talking of guns I could cheerfully have maimed all X Factor judges on Saturday as one by one they dismissed the little hopefuls who had only minutes before excitedly taken their seat on the white stools of happiness only to shunted orf by someone much betterer. So cruel. So utterly disgraceful. I, with thousands and millions of others don't like this new voting system. But if it bleeds it leads.
Talking of voting systems. I was unfortunate enough to witness an hour of Strictly Come Show-Offs, a dancing bloodbath where celebrities are paired with pros as they try their level best to stay upright while showing off their dancing skills. I hated it. Especially felt nauseous watching the over-hyped Suzanna Reid, who for my money, should ditch reading the news and become an exotic dancer instead. I think the jolly Ms Reid has hidden wants.
Vanessa Feltz was an embarrassment. But that's what the show is about isn't it? The de-robing of people in the public eye for our enjoyment. I say bring back the stocks.
Now I must fly I have a sausage roll to warm
Could do better. Hardly uplifting, so mind numbingly samey, I opened a newspaper. 6/10
But back to my reality.
And today's little tasks.
First, keep mother topped up with linctus, her wet cough hanging on in there.
Log her painkiller intake.
Keep an eye on her everything.
She's such a worry. But my love and admiration grows ever stronger as I see her give her illnesses a run for their money. She aint going down without a fight and my God is she fighting. Talking of God...She often asks why she has been encumbered by lots of diseases and not just one, say cancer, I proffer wisdom by quoting St Teresa of Lisieux
Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things are passing away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things
Whoever has God lacks nothing;
God alone suffices.
She halts me halfway with her husky voice by saying there can't be a God. No answer from me or in a book so I make tea.
After Mr Horsehound hangs up his duffle coat tonight, we, that's Mr H, mum and Mr Hairy Suit will all enjoy one of my favourite casseroles, followed by a favourite pud.
Can't let on about the full menu as I want it to be a surprise.
By the way talking of surprises the plumber gave me one on Monday. After a couple of hours tinkering the British Gas engineer, Errol, suggested I get a new boiler and upgrade my existing what nots. I didn't know whether to cry infront of him or not. I didn't of course, instead I rattled on about sharing this information with my husband the very cash strapped Mr Horsehound. Bless. Errol was amused. And I like making people laugh.
And so with that ringing in his ears the nice plumber left but not before sweetly thanking me for my gift of buttered fruit bread and tea.
And so major talks are now under way regarding boilers.
Talking of major heartbreak, our car, little 18 year old Alex Micra, had a check up yesterday, and some of his innards need replacing. Dosh Required. Does anyone have a gun?
Talking of guns I could cheerfully have maimed all X Factor judges on Saturday as one by one they dismissed the little hopefuls who had only minutes before excitedly taken their seat on the white stools of happiness only to shunted orf by someone much betterer. So cruel. So utterly disgraceful. I, with thousands and millions of others don't like this new voting system. But if it bleeds it leads.
Talking of voting systems. I was unfortunate enough to witness an hour of Strictly Come Show-Offs, a dancing bloodbath where celebrities are paired with pros as they try their level best to stay upright while showing off their dancing skills. I hated it. Especially felt nauseous watching the over-hyped Suzanna Reid, who for my money, should ditch reading the news and become an exotic dancer instead. I think the jolly Ms Reid has hidden wants.
Vanessa Feltz was an embarrassment. But that's what the show is about isn't it? The de-robing of people in the public eye for our enjoyment. I say bring back the stocks.
Now I must fly I have a sausage roll to warm
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