Limpet dear - my blood is kept artificially thin so I feel the cold disproportionately
Hence my need for such devices
Limpet dear - my blood is kept artificially thin so I feel the cold disproportionately
Hence my need for such devices
Phew !!!
The forecast today is for light rain
It has been Hissing it down for 3 hours…
Sigh
Carinthia.xx
Cooking group today was potato casserole
So that’s dinner sorted as I started some smoked streaky lardons in the pot earlier
It is now burbling in the oven with my lardons adding their flavour to the dish
I cooked a lot of small potatoes yesterday, so will fashion smoked haddock & spinach fishcakes.
I can crush/mash the rest, & freeze them
Carinthia.xx
With your potto casserole, you have set me thinking of - and I know it’s a different thing - Pan Haggerty.
But I am out of haggerts.
This casserole is certainly not Irish
Garlic powder mixed herbs soy sauce and chopped tomatoes and red kidney beans all feature in the recipe…
Sounds a bit of a muddle to me. Which probably means it will be utterly delicious. Would be interested in your verdict.
Well I started by making smoked streaky bacon lardons and frying them in the casserole pot so my mucking about with flavour started earlier than when the dish was all put together and I am cooking it for 4 hours at 180 rather than 2 hours at 200
Smelling good thus far
Can’t do with red kidney beans,I’m afraid
Not since that afternoon in 1997…
Carinthia.xx
Poisonous unless boiled vigorously.
Most things that want to kill one are better for a bit of boiling
[sets oil on a low peep for tomorrow’s postie]
[well, you never know]
Well, yer small crunchy delicious bird (to take a random example) can fight back or bog off somewhere else. Plant can’t do that; its only option is to try to kill you so that its relatives can feast on your corpse.
Then there’s fungi of all sorts who wish to break down your body…
Also axe murderers.
just sayin’…
Creeping in to say good nights to all.
Soo xx
…not holding an axe behind yer back at all, dearie me no, perish the thort.
G’night, little Bee
Gxx
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Gin, Darling
Carinthia.xx
Orf to me nest.
With a chainsaw wee birdie?
Sweet dreams all