Chilli and Cyril

Cyril a.k.a Damien

After a madcap couple of days I am back to some kind of normality...

Simmering is...
Chilli Gone Barmy
waiting to be simmered is...
er....Boiled Rice
and waiting to be mauled
a full load of....
Tortilla Chips

This Heat will be followed by chilled Strawberry Mouse and Oaty Rounds (little home made bikkies)


Most of tonight's entertainment will be spent shouting at the wackos on the X Factor. Then, depending on how much I'm in need of some action, I might risk further eye bags by merrily dipping into Banlieue Treize....Ultimatum to those unfamiliar with French films, this sequel stars Cyril Raffaelli (Aries) as Capt. Damien Tomaso who sets out (again) to nail drug dealing wasters in District 13...(Walled off habitat for scumsters on the outskirts of Paris)
Love it:)
And if it's half as good as the numero uno I'll be in for a high old time.. dear.


Now off with the pinny and on with the gun vest..
Sacre Bleu Mate!

Just a quickie before round two kicks off...

Finally got to the end of The Sting whilst finishing off a small tea plate of Lemon Fingers (shop bought).
Then after tucking her in I started on my fav sausage dish Sausage Saxony.... decided to drop some obliquely sliced carrots along with a little dried sage and for some added sweetness a spoonful of Quince Jelly.
Will serve the rich casserole with buttered mash and steamed Savoy cabbage.
For pud a bowl of blackcurrant jelly and Pearce and Duff's vanilla blancmange. I was going to rustle up some little biscuits to dip and scoop but decided, after much wringing of hands, not to:)

Foodie thoughts:
*As I studied the cabbage I wondered if I'd be able to make a huge amount of Minestrone soup on Monday the proviso being I had a few decent leaves left. Nothing warms like a hearty soup, I always say.

*I'm trying to cut down on exotic/pricey ingredients so will be baking and steaming more homespun puds...like Bread and Butter Pudding. Queen of Puddings. Fruit Cobbler. Bread Pudding with custard. Ginger Sponge. And an old favourite...Apple Dumplings. Plums are good too.

*Have de-cobwebbed the Slow Cooker for lots of Autumnal stews featuring chicken thighs, pork shoulder and stewing beef. Might push the boat out and braise some lamb shanks.
The thought of all those deliciously warming meats and veggies knocks out the darkness. Yummy.

*Am also mad keen to experiment with breads. Beaded, seeded and plain. So ideal for soup.

* I came across a recipe for a 'snack'.
Drain a can of Chick Peas then pat dry. Mix together with 1tbsp Olive oil, a little sea salt and half a teaspoon each of ground cumin and paprika. Place on baking tray and pop into hot oven for about 30-4- mins until brown and crunchysom.
Makes a nice change from nuts.

Ding Ding...Round Two>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>:)

As bacon sizzles and hash browns crisp I simply must have a life-saving word.

I am or should I say, Mother and I, are watching albeit in haphazard fashion the very wonderful The Sting.

Bless her heart but I don't think mummy has seen one bit of action yet, her heavy eye lids getting the better of her. There she was last night, gone very late, holding me back from getting my beauty sleep on an account of needing to see every minute of Man City v. Real.
And me, being a has-been of a certain age was getting the pip with the crumbly. She wouldn't budge till the final whistle even then finding it nigh on impossible to raise her creased bottom from the soft armchair.
But I love her.
So I shifted her.

That was last night. Today she's even more adorable asking me to pick up a packet of Sainsburys Crispbakes and Hot Muscle Cream.
I obeyed. Even chucking in a packet of digestives and a nice pork chop.
Old people seem to have an affinity with chops.

She has been embedded since Tuesday evening and thankfully will head home tomorrow. I am bonkers about her but she does so cramp my style a wee bit. Take phone calls for instance, I'm sofa sat twinking my brain in order to find another phrase for 'lusting after you hun' and all because old elephant ears is copping an earful...


Now I've had a word I'd better toddle orf otherwise she'll go to sleep again and I'd have wasted a few back rashers (again)

:)

I am a woman...And Brad's a bloke so

Bugger the cobbler. Not made enough for tonight's full house. Will fatten up with loadsaveg.
And blow ITV 1 for moving The Chase to Saturday night.
I have a crush on Bradley Walsh (see above) and so now, because of some nitwits decision, I won't be able to get gooey at teatime:(
Oh well. As Frank said..That's Life!

Ideas for poems...
Porridge sweetened by teardrops
The Eternal planner


Being cooked today:
Beef Cobbler
Lemon pudding and custard
Hazelnut Buns

Being pondered this afternoon:
Changes.

:)

After the poet comes the shopper...

Sped to Hockley this a.m. and found theeee most gorgeous stylish handbag in the Friends of Lion charity shop.
It is small, nut brown and embellished with a good thick chain bit like chainmail and 'diamonds'. Originally from the Parisienn boutique, Aventurine, it still bears the original price tag... Knew as soon as I laid my eyes upon it that is was MINE..
Haven't played with it ye..t but I soon will.... as soon as I've pranced around in my new skirt, originally from Zara, a warm brown pencil affair made of silk and wool this yumyum skirt fits snug around my hips and derriere.... so I can't wait to waddle in it.

Loner

A late red rose
suddenly frosted, wintry
looms defiantly
its small fair face
a peach amongst spiteful tawny weeds
its late for its date
and it knows it

Perhaps the fuel of a mild autumnal morn
will save it


I haven't written much lately and it worries me, so these few words, this verse, have sent me pleasantly to bed.