It's Freezing!

Just had a call from the old dears, their new freezer has just been delivered. Like a flash I ordered Mother to dash out and buy ice cream. She said she would.

Talking of ice cream I gave in to temptation last night and licked two pecan cornets.
Which reminds me, I make a very luscious mango ice cream, so gorgeous served with coconut pinwheels.

Unfortunately no frozen products are on my agenda today unless you call diving into the freezer to access a ball of frozen dough for today's singular chicken pie worthy of being on an agenda. It's Singular on account of the aforementioned chicken pie being for Mr H only. I'll survive on cucumber.
My weight, by the way, is stable on account of cucumber.

But I'm not a saint and so for breakfast, which is running late by the way, I'll boil an egg or two. I fear not cholesterol.
Which reminds me fear is a dreadful thing.

On my agenda today is basically a load of cooking with a few outside activities to ring the changes. Namely trying to make space for Graham's ladders tomorrow. There is an almighty load of tree cutting (thanks to Mr H.) on the 'patio'. Patio? A few paving stones by the garage. Homeowners have it hard.

No but seriously I will move the deaded branches in the name of Health and Safety;)

But cooking is what I ache to do so after boiling a couple of eggs I'll make a large cake and a small pie.
Will, if time allows, watch a gory movie covered in a blanket. I feel the cold....

Queen of Sainsburys

Yesterday.

I kept to my word.
Mostly.
I made a panful of Meatballs and some proud individual Queen of Puds (see pics above) only venturing into my garden for a quick refreshment break, oh and to listen to a battalion of drum banging children, a couple of gardens down, pretending to be rock stars.
It was quite nice actually, the sweet timbre of the continuous bang bang bang went well with my cup of strong tea and super sized Rock Cake. I didn't moan, instead I joined in with the nippers musical ensemble by working up a sweat with a bit of air guitar!
I hope no-one saw me...

Today.

Today I'll be melting my way to Sainsburys with the car roof open, and as I'm dawdling past The Blue Boar and The Monk and Fisherman all red and parched, I'll imagine I'm driving my metallic green jam jar along some high white mountain roads somewhere with a fellow dry dreamer by my side.
It'll give me a little lift I expect.

And with the warm wind roughing up my silver flushed hair and Radio 4 feeding my old brain I'll arrive dishevelled but full of intelligence at Sainsburys.
And after loading up the trolley with essentials and non-essentials, I'll give cashier number 3 all my lolly and then vroom vroom back.

On the menu today:
Steak. I expect.
Followed by homemade Mango Ice Cream. Definitely.

Have a smashing day everyone.