I’ve been out for coffee with Sis and Friend, today. Tomorrow, we’ll be meeting DS (possibly DiL, too) at a half-way point down the A1 for lunch. Sunday belongs to us and Monday will be a DD, GS and Poodle day. It’s aal gan in Peebles, I can tell you! Anglesey eggs and steamed asparagus for dinner, lest anyone thinks we’ll starve.
We went to the black pool and braved the HQ of a crowd who deliver beer from on line ordering
We have an order in already but wanted to see their low and zero alcohol range
I also got a sample of other beers not ordered
Then we went to the huge Liffey valley shopping centre to the M&S store and got terribly exciting things like a new duvet cover and pillow cases and table mats covered in pretty bees
I got a very very fine pure merino wool shocking pink jumper and a nice linen top
The Bull got a nice fair isle style wool waistcoat and he looks so comfy in it
The sale rails were a scene from the whole nine circles of Hell so were avoided
A trip to Flying Tiger for tasting spoons and a new whisk was also had
I have antique Tupperware, some of which I bought replacement lids for.
These days I mostly use Lock & Lock, which are cheaper, & come in an excellent range of sizes & shapes, but for small & fiddly things, the Tupperware works better.
I didn’t have the ‘gimicky’ stuff, but I used to use the Tupperware Multi Server as a rice cooker at the caravan. That was donated to a friend, who was very grateful for it.
Nothing like well filed stock cubes fer promoting peace of mind.
Talking of gels, Darling, having found a rich seam of jelly crystals, up to and including pomegranate or rose flavour, I have this urge to make some jelly slice (iconic Aussie traybake involving zero actual baking). Pomegranate might be a bit too sophisticated for it, strawberry being the norm. Could it be ironic, or elevating, or something else wanky? One has to have ready & willing victims, though - it doesn’t keep like biscuits.
Ebony sends a general purr to the cellar - well, she’s here and rumbling like an idling Routemaster. Maybe it’s just fer wor Chatelaine.
Goodnight, Cellarites all
Gxxx