Just made a light as air batter for....Colin:)
Colin being the French name for Pollack. (BBC Food website so I know it's correct)
Can't stop looking at him wondering what names I can use for other fish...
Bob for Cod?
Peggy for Haddock?
More later...:)
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Shocks Away in Sainsbury's
Sugar up. Over a pound now for 1kg
Stew beef up. 25p, not much I know, but it all adds up dear.
Nanas up. 8 giant bananas for desserts and nerves.
Cost £1:19. Sure they were 99p a few months ago.
Boulders up. Large box of Sainsbury's finest oaty wheaty sugary breakfast cereals in the shape of er...boulders. Not huge proper boulders though, more like knobbly marbles..
But it wasn't all shocks in Sainsbury's today, I found, to my delight, what could be the answer to my cheesecake probs....a jar of Peach and Passion Fruit Conserve!
Rubbing shoulders with jars of the ever-present strawberry was this newbie on the jammy front and it was, I have to say, love at first sight, a feeling not dissimilar to when I clapped eyes on BOGOFF chicken thighs/drumsticks...Me get 8 for £3...What fun I'll have playing around with various permutations...
So onwards to the till I trotted, with a trolley resembling the Dutch Football team...Most items being packaged in 'basics' brand of Orange and White:)
But not the conserve. The conserve was well above what I normally pay for jam but what I lost in dosh I made up for in excitement:)
If the conserve had me hyperventilating how do you think I felt when laid my grubby mitts on a tray of fresh off- whitish Pollack. 'Oh dreamy' I thought 'I can fry this and serve a traditional fish and chip tea. Traditional cod and chips only without the cod.
Can't wait...
Veronica served me today, a wee middle aged lady with thin brown hair and a lovely way about her, and as she swept my groceries over the barcode machine thing we chatted about handbags. She bought a small furry bag only the other day, but daren't tell hubby on account of his misunderstanding of women's needs.
We chuckled.
By this time there was a lively old man behind me awash with clanking booze bottles, we chuckled about that too...
So after the terror of stop- start- stop -halt- give way at the nearly finished new roundabout by the station I quietly drove home...
Will be Lavishing love and batter on Pollack fillets tonight with chocolate pud for pud:)
P.S.
Flew with Captain Quaid last night, and what a ride it was. Fab all action movie with great support in the form of Hugh Laurie of all people. Loved the part where Captain Townes discovers that the little quiet blond chap who can 'get them out' of there....designs 'model aeroplanes' and not the 'real thing'.
A real funny moment...
Now tea:)
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Lovely!
After a busy harassed day it's now time for complete rest...in the shape of Dennis Quaid and his aeroplane :)
Nightie x
What's it worth?
Carrying on from my earlier post...
The making of one average sized chicken and veg pie....
one medium apple turnover..........
post-midnight munchbox for Mr H includes chicken sandwiches, beef hot pot and pair of Kiwis.....
de-scaling of very old Pyrex measuring jug looked like my windows..grimy
de-scaling of teeth by maniacal electrical brushing so as to increase longevity and whiteness and by so doing enable me to face the dentist without much fear and stun old Baz in the co-op with my Arm and Hammer smile......
.and bird feeding including the lofty out front which meant dangerously climbing some
height by means of a small doddery table (one of a nest) on account of twat here putting the feeder too high........
powdering my nose up with sand beige how lovely a freshly laundered face looks.....
filling in Avon request form for stuff for old mum whose make-up dates back to Marc Bolan.....
re-assuring the Crumblies in London that all will be ok,.....
crying.... over state of garage door.........
searching for bible........ Salvation lies within
3 digestives standing in conservatory wondering about apple trees, new neighbours the other ones weren't there five mins must have had to sell the house to pay for more and more cars..... and on the third biscuit wondering where my blasted gardener's gone........
He did phone a while back saying something about trees, falling and broken ankles.....Yeah right
I don't love him any more. And neither does my teapot.
watching whilst baking 'The Odessa File', (unfortunately Angelina Jolie isn't a cut off the old block she looks great but should leave proper acting to dad).......
writing out a list whilst drinking tea whilst keeping warm whilst adjusting twisted old socks.......
tiptoeing about literally, on account of not wishing to waken Mr Horsehound (overnighter).
So......... after all that nonsense I wonder how much cash I would have made if I'd been out in the real world...:)
No need to message me I already know..................
The making of one average sized chicken and veg pie....
one medium apple turnover..........
post-midnight munchbox for Mr H includes chicken sandwiches, beef hot pot and pair of Kiwis.....
de-scaling of very old Pyrex measuring jug looked like my windows..grimy
de-scaling of teeth by maniacal electrical brushing so as to increase longevity and whiteness and by so doing enable me to face the dentist without much fear and stun old Baz in the co-op with my Arm and Hammer smile......
.and bird feeding including the lofty out front which meant dangerously climbing some
height by means of a small doddery table (one of a nest) on account of twat here putting the feeder too high........
powdering my nose up with sand beige how lovely a freshly laundered face looks.....
filling in Avon request form for stuff for old mum whose make-up dates back to Marc Bolan.....
re-assuring the Crumblies in London that all will be ok,.....
crying.... over state of garage door.........
searching for bible........ Salvation lies within
3 digestives standing in conservatory wondering about apple trees, new neighbours the other ones weren't there five mins must have had to sell the house to pay for more and more cars..... and on the third biscuit wondering where my blasted gardener's gone........
He did phone a while back saying something about trees, falling and broken ankles.....Yeah right
I don't love him any more. And neither does my teapot.
watching whilst baking 'The Odessa File', (unfortunately Angelina Jolie isn't a cut off the old block she looks great but should leave proper acting to dad).......
writing out a list whilst drinking tea whilst keeping warm whilst adjusting twisted old socks.......
tiptoeing about literally, on account of not wishing to waken Mr Horsehound (overnighter).
So......... after all that nonsense I wonder how much cash I would have made if I'd been out in the real world...:)
No need to message me I already know..................
Torres v. Horsehound
Torres knocks a ball about a bit
England fan in Chelsea colours... cook, playmate, poet.
Gloria Horsehound. Poet, cook, acrobat, chauffeur...?
So here's the question...
If one was to add up the amount of dosh earned for each of the jobs I do how much would I get?
Let's see..
Poems... of an outstanding nature offered on a regular basis, worth a few bob...Entertaining is a skill after all.
Cook... producing delightful food that causes a lot of aaaahhhhs whilst at the same time maintaining ailing bodies. Worth a packet.
Friend....Non-discriminatory, you got a prob with drink... come dry yourself at my fireside, you lonely and cheesed off...me too, so let's share our cheesedness offishness and by so doing catharticaly rid ourself of all that is bad. You need fun in the sun....my shorts are waiting:) Pay? None...
Acrobat... no no-no's in my exotic routine. Being agile satisfies. Remuneration? Priceless.
Chauffeur....Time is not a problem. Tell me the 'run' and I'll do it. Pyjamas ok? Wage ditto.
So who is willing to plump my purse?
Requests via my email acc.
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