I seem to have mislaid the first half of this post, but as I fell asleep at the keyboard, this is not unusual. I now have a dilemma. Start writing a new blog post at 4.30 am or straighten my aching limbs and go to be. A few years ago I didn’t even know it was possible to fall asleep sitting up, but it’s amazing what you can do if you have to. I say “have to” but in fact it’s a choice, and, let’s face it, a bad choice.
The truth is that the habit of daily blogging has taken hold and I can’t settle if I don’t write a post. It’s only 250 words after all, and that shouldn’t be difficult. Even the 250 words is a self-imposed lower limit. I could write 150 if I wanted, there is no law against it. I really ought tom be writing 500, as it seems a serious amount of wordage, but I’m lazy and I settled on 250. When I actually read a post of that length I’m always struck by how short it is anyway. IT would be difficult to write less and still call it a post. It would be more like an anecdote, or a caption.
We went to TESCO tonight to pick up the shopping – you don’t have to order so much if you use the Click and Collect service. They didn’t have the pork pie I had ordered and they hadn’t substituted anything. This is annoying as the pork pie was the basis of a couple of light salad lunches over the Jubilee Weekend. If you are having salad you really need something decent like pork pie to anchor it. I am now going to have to rethink the menu.
The photograph is a reminder that I still have to blog about eating cake at the coast. Time passes and I forget . . ,
A Mr Johnson of London has an endless supply of pork pies available. Perhaps you could contact him.
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Thank cake looks magnificent, and I don’t even like cake. And I had to look up “pork pie”. Definitely not a South Jersey thing. We have chicken pot pie.
Did you look up the bit where they tell you taht one of the theories is that pork pies were baked to be carried round in the pockets of horse riders. It made me think twice about the quality of the pastry.
I have made chicken pot pies after discovering them on the internet, but wouldn’t want to carry one round in my pocket all day.
I can fall asleep sitting up with no problem. π
It’s a skill I’m still developing. π
It takes practice. π
I’m getting there. π
That cake sure looks good!
It was. A further report will follow. π
I wish I could send you a couple of pork pies.
You are a gentleman. Julia has procured one but I fer it will not be as good as the one I had my eye on. But these things happen.