Up late, quick breakfast and off to work. Still first to arrive. Got a parking space, though customers from the hairdressers had used the spaces in front of the shop and parked two cars in three spaces. As usual, fought off the urge to park in front of the hairdresser and see how they like it.
We packed the parcels, I put two medallions on (one an Alcan medallion which features the Kitimat smelting plant and the Kemano power plant. It’s all very interesting, and proves, once more, the benefits of collecting for expanding the mind.
During the morning Julia texted to tell me I had a small package. At first I thought she was just being generally disparaging about my physical attributes, but further reading revealed that the Post Office had delivered a small package for me at the house. It just goes to show how modern written communications can be misunderstood.
Today was my day to have a half day, so I went home at 1am. For lunch we had the last of the Spiced Sweet Potato soup followed by the leftover vegetable stew and red cabbage from the last two days. For tea we had potato and paneer curry. I am now made up of such a high percentage of vegetables that a vegetarian cannibal could eat me without troubling his conscience.
This state of affairs won’t last – I’m planning on eggs and bacon for breakfast
and a roasted gammon joint for tea. We put two gammon joints in the freezer in case the reported possibility of Christmas food shortages became real, but they didn’t. Experience shows that if we leave them in there we will forget about them, so we are going to start eating them as part of a determined freezer clearance exercise.
Sounds as though you’ve have some delicious meals 😊
You don’t get this size on salad and self-denial. 🙂
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You are tantalising us with talk of the small package. Did it come in a plain brown wrapper?
🙂 It was in a shabby, re-used padded envelope – nice to see people recycling. I will go back to the subject later.
Using up leftovers is a specialty here. We do find some treasures in the freezer, mainly old bones saved for soup stock.
Finding bones in a freezer in a an American farmhouse is more like the start of a crime novel than a cookery book . . . 🙂
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I failed my collecting badge in the cubs because I only collected stamps for the pictures and hadn’t broadened my education from them
You seem to have broadened it at some point. 🙂