There is always the real cheat french onion soup
Start with a jar of onion marmalade
Heat it up gently add brandy to burn off alcohol add beef stock…
Bubble and serve
There is always the real cheat french onion soup
Start with a jar of onion marmalade
Heat it up gently add brandy to burn off alcohol add beef stock…
Bubble and serve
Long-distance Hugs, Fishy.
I have just had a neck/shoulder/arm/hand & back massage.
I feel 2" taller
Carinthia.xx
Ooh, that is a cunning ruse, Twellsy. I’d be a little concerned about it being on the sweet side, perhaps. But it has been filed in the Gusly brane under Wizard Wheezes.
In order to do that I would have to go out and buy some onion marmalade… No, I think not.
It is all too much faff.
I shall go back to reading and listening to Holst’s Planet Suite, which I find good when I am feeling too feeble for Beethoven or Bix.
Good about the massage, Carinthia; they can be terrific.
Ah.
Pluto, the bringer of Kleenex?
Is there any Stoo left, Fishy?
That would do the trick
Carinthia.xx
I put my coat in the side pocket of my big case this morning & when the case was weighed, it was exactly 23kg.
The lady at the Check-in desk was most impressed.
Carinthia.xx
That is real Skill, Dahlink. Did you tell her there was a kitchen sink in there?
G xx
Just be careful not to spill any into the soup
I am hoping that Gus will be proud of me
In Tesco there was a child complete with safety helmet charging around at high speeds on a scooter
I spoke to five staff about this
Once I got their attention on the subject of customer service as opposed to their sex lives
A pathetic
“I suppose I could get Security to speak to the child “
I happened to see the child’ Owner and several years of bile were poured over the Mama
She tried to pity me for being so unhappy
I asked her if she would be happy when I tripped on the wee girl and squished her
Scooter into Mama ‘s trolley
Gus is rubbing off on me
I am indeed, and hereby award you a
.
Why they do not have to be tethered outside like dogs eludes me.
Have one from me too for doing a Very Good Thing. A service to humanity, that.
I’m awarding a
to OH too, or should I call him TFD (TFSD actually but that’s neither here nor there). Not only has he nursed me like a professional, um, nurse for the last 3 days, when I finally got up this morning he stripped the bed & washed the bedding. Then when he asked me what solid food I thought I could eat and all I could think of was a cottage pie, he made me one. And this afternoon he has trimmed the hedge into the bargain, so now I can see the sea from my window again.
I am very spoiled.
I think (sometimes) that parents are unable/unwilling to see how their children’s behaviour can impact on others and that calling out brattishness can only be a Good Thing. Children being allowed to roam free in restaurants, for example, drives me bonkers. Children having meltdowns are less likely to iiritate me, when I can see that the fraught parent is doing all they can to cope and I tend to non-verbally express a bit of solidarity. Our two (very young, at the time) were being absolute shoites in a small room adjoining a main restaurant and managed to clear the room of two couples. This was, fortunately, a rarer than hens’ teeth occurrence and we caused it by inflicting two very, very hungry small kinder upon people.
I have made a mixed bean and pepper chilli which, although it would be a further assault upon our Lovely Fishers’ well-being, tastes pretty good to me.
TFD deserves a
, too, for being a thoroughly Good Egg.
Soo xx
Yumski! A good vegetable chilli is a very fine thing (although not for legume-avoiding, unfortunate Fish, of course)
With all the soup-making that seems to be going on, is this a good time to mention a brown loaf about to enter the oven?
Always, joe. Let us know when it comes out, though!
Soo xx
Is there ever a bad time to mention that sort of thing?
I did realise, after posting, that today is scarcely French Onion Soup weather, being somewhat warm. But it attained mythic status in the family as a treatment for colds.
When you’re standing between the Chatelaine and the oven?
(It’s a very polite trampling…)
I am inclined to be sympathetic with parents who have to bring childer shopping
I go so far as to talk to the weans and be aclown to raise a smile
Racing on wheels is fun if in a proper place
Now Friday beer has happily so my knitting has been put aside
I have enough trouble with a pattern without beer confuddling the small brain I have
At the risk of sounding obsessed with the subject of soup*, I was somewhat perplexed just now to discover small sample sachets of soup for cats in Captain Idiot’s cartons of his usual food.