Real Life

Enough of the poetry Glo. Get real. And real means grubbykins...

Cooking right now...Beef casserole. In the pot is about 1lb of stewing beef, untidily cut. Hacked at potatoes, obliquely sliced leeks and carrots, a slovenly chopped onion because I just don't care about onions no more. All this good food is paddling around in a pint..ish of beef stock, a bouquet garni, a rough splash of mushroom ketchup and a lot of black pepper. Later on, a lot later on I'll drop in six dumplings. My dumplings are small but swell well when pumped up by a good lashing of hot liquid.

I know that after eating this I'll say "I don't fancy pud". That will not only be a stupid utterance, it will turn out to be a lie too. Because after eating the soppy eyed cow I'll eat a bit of Queen of Puddings. A gooey, there's no other word for it, meringuey, custardy pud which makes my teeth chatter uncontrollably. Sugar is my most favourite thing on earth. And sausages. And cucumbers.
Talking of which....I bought half a cu today on account of the curry I'll be making this Saturday.

The cu won't be a cooked cu it will remain raw and cool and then enjoy veggie intercourse with a shaved carrot.
Thank you.