While my tea brews a little post about a little pudding.
And a big man.
This afternoon I made a steak and mushroom pudding for mum and dad, along with 18 coffee iced fairy cakes.
The pudding is a 5 incher packed with braising steak, mushrooms, onion, stock and beer. I won't of course mention the beer to them on account of neither of them liking anything out of the ordinary. The fact that the boozey woozey evaporated during cooking leaving just a mellow richness will mean nothing to them. It's queer and that's all there is to it!
On a darker note...A man called at the bungalow this afternoon trying to sell me 'insulation' apparently this offer has the governments approval along with all the energy suppliers. I allowed him access so he could look into the loft then got annoyed because he started to badger me a little by saying I was 'making it hard for him', must have been my persistent questioning I suppose. So I told him to go. He worked for a company called Miller Pattinson.
I Googled them and they are a legit business but people have questioned their workmanship...
My tea must be brewed now and my crackers creaking under the weight of cheesy triangles.
So off to the drawing room I bound for an evening of guns-in-the-jungle.
I'm watching Predator....(again)
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Just a zipped quick-as-lightning list on account of having loads to do....
Bought this morning and carried home on the no;7 bus...Don't ask about cars...
1. Tall shiny fat bellied vase in cream and nutmeg brown. Quite a narrow neck but is holding my artificial autumnal coloured flowers beautifully. An incredible bargain. £1.
2. Small round tin in palest yellow with pictures of birds on it. No idea what I'll put in it but it's a happy tin. 30p.
3, Something I've been looking for for ages...An 8 in square cake tin. Perfect for my gingercake, just perfect to gaze at too. Won't be putting it in the cupboard, it will balance precariously on a shelf. Cookware has a kind of magnificent beauty. 75p.
4. A four holed candlestick contraption in a sort of mock silver. Complete with tall slim orange candles. It currently rests on the mantelpiece alongside two clocks and another candle holder... candles bring out the mystic in me. £1
Now I must dash away for fuel intake in the form of eggs and hash browns, then cake making and general pottering. Priceless.
Toodle pip!
Bought this morning and carried home on the no;7 bus...Don't ask about cars...
1. Tall shiny fat bellied vase in cream and nutmeg brown. Quite a narrow neck but is holding my artificial autumnal coloured flowers beautifully. An incredible bargain. £1.
2. Small round tin in palest yellow with pictures of birds on it. No idea what I'll put in it but it's a happy tin. 30p.
3, Something I've been looking for for ages...An 8 in square cake tin. Perfect for my gingercake, just perfect to gaze at too. Won't be putting it in the cupboard, it will balance precariously on a shelf. Cookware has a kind of magnificent beauty. 75p.
4. A four holed candlestick contraption in a sort of mock silver. Complete with tall slim orange candles. It currently rests on the mantelpiece alongside two clocks and another candle holder... candles bring out the mystic in me. £1
Now I must dash away for fuel intake in the form of eggs and hash browns, then cake making and general pottering. Priceless.
Toodle pip!
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Being alone a lot has its advantages...
Take for example the sweet outside interest I just had with Kevin The Gay Cat.
There I was, dressed in awful night time attire lugging the bins out, when out of the blackness Kev appeared...
"You no good tyke" I said bending over to tap his small pointed white head.
Kev remained silent, his only communication being a quick roll on the drive.
I love cats!
So out with the bins went I and was duly followed back to my conservatory by the Wanderer.
We chilled on the step did Kevin and I, oft' times looking at the heavens.
"Mightily big those stars " I told him
His glassy eyes reflected the outside lamp, and his body, taut and lithe like a dancer's, stood princely and smooth, then suddenly for no reason, he darted across the glimmering wet grass like a happy young beast...
"Goodnight Kevin" I called
"Come and see me tomorrow..."
Take for example the sweet outside interest I just had with Kevin The Gay Cat.
There I was, dressed in awful night time attire lugging the bins out, when out of the blackness Kev appeared...
"You no good tyke" I said bending over to tap his small pointed white head.
Kev remained silent, his only communication being a quick roll on the drive.
I love cats!
So out with the bins went I and was duly followed back to my conservatory by the Wanderer.
We chilled on the step did Kevin and I, oft' times looking at the heavens.
"Mightily big those stars " I told him
His glassy eyes reflected the outside lamp, and his body, taut and lithe like a dancer's, stood princely and smooth, then suddenly for no reason, he darted across the glimmering wet grass like a happy young beast...
"Goodnight Kevin" I called
"Come and see me tomorrow..."
Quickie Post About Love
Just made a mad dash across the road to alert my neighbours about Kevin the gay cat whose been missing for few days................
They answered and I said very quickly...."Just seen Kevin, he walked up your side entrance"!
"Yes he's back and we should have told you, sorry". Said the weary looking lady.
.....................
There was no need for an apology, I know what cats can do, they pull your hair out, shred your sofas and tug at those old heart strings and then do and go exactly where they want.
Mrs Neighbour said she cried every night while Mr Neighbour went out searching.
I was so relieved to see Kevin because he's become a friend to Monty, and often pops over for a late night howl. I was also relieved because I adore Kevin, the sleek skinny stinker...
More later........
They answered and I said very quickly...."Just seen Kevin, he walked up your side entrance"!
"Yes he's back and we should have told you, sorry". Said the weary looking lady.
.....................
There was no need for an apology, I know what cats can do, they pull your hair out, shred your sofas and tug at those old heart strings and then do and go exactly where they want.
Mrs Neighbour said she cried every night while Mr Neighbour went out searching.
I was so relieved to see Kevin because he's become a friend to Monty, and often pops over for a late night howl. I was also relieved because I adore Kevin, the sleek skinny stinker...
More later........
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
It's turning out to be a funny Tuesday.
Firstly I wasn't the least bit interested in Tory boy Michael Gove wittering on about fairness and equality....And how he was adopted and given the best education despite his mother working as a jewellers assistant and his dad being something in fish. You were lucky Gove. That's all.
Yawn.
I was however interested in a couple of the speakers. Both black, one English, the other American both barking out optimistic rhetoric regarding black youth. Catch them young was the main cry, get them keen er...by chucking them out of school for being disruptive. And don't allow them back in so they fast become heroes to other kids.
And the preaching went on amidst intermittent claps and hoorahs from the sleepy audience, camera honing in on one drowsy man. Lovely.
Then came Theresa May sticking up for police officers and sticking it to the loonies who diminish small crimes with the wimpish tag called an ASBO. All crime is bad. Whether it's rowdy behaviour on Saturday night or someone having their windows kicked in or an artist in council residence colouring the walls of his block of flats. All is crime according to Miss May. And she got a big round of applause for that...
Secondly I denied Graham access to my bungalow, texts asking if he could pop in to chat about my borders were swiftly dealt with. "No can do today Gray" I said. "Oh alright" he said. "Maybe tomorrow eh?"
Oh God...
Later...
Whilst lounging in a cesspit of self-absorption I thought about what skills I had for the work environment.
Came up with one. People like me.
Ideas:
TV presenter.
Cleaner.
Cooking today:
Nothing, Mr H is on lates.
Firstly I wasn't the least bit interested in Tory boy Michael Gove wittering on about fairness and equality....And how he was adopted and given the best education despite his mother working as a jewellers assistant and his dad being something in fish. You were lucky Gove. That's all.
Yawn.
I was however interested in a couple of the speakers. Both black, one English, the other American both barking out optimistic rhetoric regarding black youth. Catch them young was the main cry, get them keen er...by chucking them out of school for being disruptive. And don't allow them back in so they fast become heroes to other kids.
And the preaching went on amidst intermittent claps and hoorahs from the sleepy audience, camera honing in on one drowsy man. Lovely.
Then came Theresa May sticking up for police officers and sticking it to the loonies who diminish small crimes with the wimpish tag called an ASBO. All crime is bad. Whether it's rowdy behaviour on Saturday night or someone having their windows kicked in or an artist in council residence colouring the walls of his block of flats. All is crime according to Miss May. And she got a big round of applause for that...
Secondly I denied Graham access to my bungalow, texts asking if he could pop in to chat about my borders were swiftly dealt with. "No can do today Gray" I said. "Oh alright" he said. "Maybe tomorrow eh?"
Oh God...
Later...
Whilst lounging in a cesspit of self-absorption I thought about what skills I had for the work environment.
Came up with one. People like me.
Ideas:
TV presenter.
Cleaner.
Cooking today:
Nothing, Mr H is on lates.
Saturday, 2 October 2010
Should be in bed but....
Have to comment on tonight's X Factor.
What a load of wonderful teary hokum.
Mothering tendencies towards '1 Direction'. Boyish Band. Gelled well and cute. Harry Styles the star.
Liked old fashioned soulster Rebecca Ferguson, 23. Have to look up occasionally though girlie.
Intrigued and amused by BatGirl Katie Waissel. Her false eyelashes are an unnecessary adornment. Pretty girl with good vocals, but please go au naturalle
Desperately in love with Cher Lloyd. 17 going on 45. Imaginative, weird looking and star written all over her lined forehead. Dose up on throat meds and maybe we'll see and hear her again. Love this girl. Have to wait till Sunday to find out whether she's in the final 12. Be a poorer show without her.
Shivered and welled up listening to the sinner/saint tones of Essex lad, Matt Cardle. A voice to move both men and women. Drop the hat and look at me. Sensational.
The rest were good but no-one took my fancy. Maybe over the next couple of months I'll fall in love again. But not with Storm Lee or the House Husband or the Foreign Bloke with long greying hair.... Oh dear! But :) :) :)
That's why I lOVE showbiz.
Made the most incredible curry tonight.
Chicken with apple, stock, tomato ketchup, sultanas, carrots, curry powder, lemon slices, bay leaf and brown sugar...Unusual and not the least bit authentic...and
Madhur Jaffrey would bake me in her Tandoor, but the taste...Sensational!
Now bed.
What a load of wonderful teary hokum.
Mothering tendencies towards '1 Direction'. Boyish Band. Gelled well and cute. Harry Styles the star.
Liked old fashioned soulster Rebecca Ferguson, 23. Have to look up occasionally though girlie.
Intrigued and amused by BatGirl Katie Waissel. Her false eyelashes are an unnecessary adornment. Pretty girl with good vocals, but please go au naturalle
Desperately in love with Cher Lloyd. 17 going on 45. Imaginative, weird looking and star written all over her lined forehead. Dose up on throat meds and maybe we'll see and hear her again. Love this girl. Have to wait till Sunday to find out whether she's in the final 12. Be a poorer show without her.
Shivered and welled up listening to the sinner/saint tones of Essex lad, Matt Cardle. A voice to move both men and women. Drop the hat and look at me. Sensational.
The rest were good but no-one took my fancy. Maybe over the next couple of months I'll fall in love again. But not with Storm Lee or the House Husband or the Foreign Bloke with long greying hair.... Oh dear! But :) :) :)
That's why I lOVE showbiz.
Made the most incredible curry tonight.
Chicken with apple, stock, tomato ketchup, sultanas, carrots, curry powder, lemon slices, bay leaf and brown sugar...Unusual and not the least bit authentic...and
Madhur Jaffrey would bake me in her Tandoor, but the taste...Sensational!
Now bed.
Friday, 1 October 2010
Thoughts
Keeping with love and food...
Played around with ideas today and came up with...
Cook one large cooking apple till mushy, add some sugar. Place in pudding basin and top with sponge mix laced with almond essence. Nuke for 3 and a half mins. Very similar to Eve's Pudding but without the stiff browness on top. Had sweet custard with it.
Been very quiet today, no tv or internetting just a deliberate mellowness. Thought a lot about herbs and solitude, William Blake and the terrifying size of the universe. Rain and how much better tea tastes when clouds burst. Birds and where they go when the storm arrives.
Heavyweight Monty fell asleep on my lap after licking porridge from my bowl. He didn't think about my numbing legs or how idiotically loved up I get when combing him, he did exactly what he wanted.......purred, dug in and stretched out, and in turn, giving me all the pleasure in the world without even knowing it.
That's how I like my males.
Mastermind is on soon with the awesome Humphrys, if I run true to form I should manage to get about 20 questions right.
Then 'Downfall' a film about the last days of Hitler. More 4 at 21:00
What a kaleidoscopic mix for a Friday.
Lovely.
Played around with ideas today and came up with...
Cook one large cooking apple till mushy, add some sugar. Place in pudding basin and top with sponge mix laced with almond essence. Nuke for 3 and a half mins. Very similar to Eve's Pudding but without the stiff browness on top. Had sweet custard with it.
Been very quiet today, no tv or internetting just a deliberate mellowness. Thought a lot about herbs and solitude, William Blake and the terrifying size of the universe. Rain and how much better tea tastes when clouds burst. Birds and where they go when the storm arrives.
Heavyweight Monty fell asleep on my lap after licking porridge from my bowl. He didn't think about my numbing legs or how idiotically loved up I get when combing him, he did exactly what he wanted.......purred, dug in and stretched out, and in turn, giving me all the pleasure in the world without even knowing it.
That's how I like my males.
Mastermind is on soon with the awesome Humphrys, if I run true to form I should manage to get about 20 questions right.
Then 'Downfall' a film about the last days of Hitler. More 4 at 21:00
What a kaleidoscopic mix for a Friday.
Lovely.
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