As I sit and type, I can smell roasting vegetables. From the window by the computer night is coming. The cloud formations are becoming more dramatic (dark centres and glowing edges picked out by the sun) and the sky is turning a delicate pink.
There is a fresh feeling to the air, which is a pleasant relief after 24 hours of rain and flash floods. At this time last night it was almost dark as the rain clouds piled up and squeezed the daylight out.
If I ever win the lottery and am in the position to design my own house, I will build myself an office next to the kitchen. It seems to be the perfect place. This would be improved only if I could build the kitchen somewhere warm. England is a wonderful place, but it’s not the best climate for my aching bones.
I’ve just given the vegetables 15 minutes and have now put the pies in. This gives me another 20 minutes to write. I’m afraid culinary standards have fallen a bit over the last week or two. We ran out of bread this week, because we have had eight days since the last delivery, and because I am making more sandwiches now that I am back at work. Julia will be in the gardens tomorrow so she will need sandwiches too.
On the way back from work I popped into Aldi. There was no queue, though people, as usual, were not shopping well. Too many people taking too long to decide, and shopping in an unstructured way. This isn’t shopping at an exotic tourist market, this is shopping in a budget supermarket. We aren’t spending a leisurely afternoon watching artisans at work – this is industrial style shopping. Or, to speak plainly, get in, follow the flow, fill your trolley and get out. And in particular – don’t spend ten minutes selecting a loaf of bread whilst stopping me getting to it. Buy your bread and get out of my way – I have better things to do than standing patiently and breathing your germs.
Over the last few months shopping has become, in my mind, a dangerous sport on a level with skydiving and mountaineering. Like those two activities, it is made more dangerous by stupid people. Two stick in my mind. They were talking in a gangway and making it awkward for everyone else to get round. One had a trolley crammed with things that should have had a sign that said “Welcome to Diabetes” and the other was saying “Are we allowed to bring people shopping with us now?”
I presume that was relating to the relaxation of restrictions and the formation of a “social bubble”. You can probably gauge her level of intelligence from the fact that she felt in need of assistance to take things off a shelf and put them in a trolley.
The timer has just gone. I will add broccoli now, make gravy and stun my wife with yet another example of how to cook with minimal effort.
The picture is very much like every other picture of pie, roast veg and gravy I’ve published before. Sorry I’m not more interesting.
Food notes – yes the broccoli was a bit past its best, and don’t buy the ALDI Chicken and Ham Hock pie unless you like looking for three bits of meat in a mass of gravy. They charge a price in the upper range for a pie, but they don’t deliver. The crust is the most impressive part of it,or possibly the packaging. Definitely not the filling. This, to me, is the wrong way round.
Some nice descriptive writing and good sunset. What a disappointing pie.
It promised much but delivered little, but it was a valuable lesson in resisting the blandishments of packaging and advertising.
I didn’t know you could be anonymous on WordPress. Well, at least the mystery was solved quickly. You made me want to use that broccoli in my fridge. Maybe tomorrow. Though I can pass on the meat pies. Once in a while I’ll make a chicken pie when I’m in need of comfort food, usually in the winter. I’d have to really trust the purveyor before I bought one, though.
We’ve deviated from our plans to live a new, ethical, healthy vegetarian life. The unpleasant pie has persuaded me to get back to it. 🙂
We are still having our groceries delivered. We might never go into a grocery store again.
We were discussing this at work today – despite the hassles it does save a lot of effort.
Sure does! Must admit I really like having them delivered.
Definitely. Now we have plenty on the shelves deliveries are getting a lot better.
At least, you didn’t get a bottle of wine at Aldi’s. It could have been worse.
Shopping is still a dangerous sport here as well, especially as summer temperatures rise.
Yes, that doesn’t help. 🙂
I will take your advice about the pie. I haven’t been in a shop other than our corner shop since the lockdown began so I can’t comment on stupid shoppers but I can believe in them.
That was me, Tootlepedal. I don’t know why I bnecame anonymous.
Last time I had a comment from “Someone” I assumed it was from someone called “Someone”. Another WP mystery…
They used to annoy me. Now they threaten my life… 🙂