I see, on reading today’s comments, that in 2020 I wrote about Iranian Vegetable Stew and included a picture. Yesterday when I wrote about it I had completely forgotten about the first post. And so, my memory, which used to be above average, slides towards “adequate” and I feel the cosmic vibrations of another nail being driven into my coffin. However, adequate is good enough, as the definition suggests.
Spring is coming!
If I were to run through a list of things like my knees, my ability to resist procrastination and my skills in the kitchen (apart from soup) most of them would be barely adequate, if that. You come to a time in life where adequate seems quite a decent standard. My days of being outstanding exist only in my dreams, my days of being average are behind me and I am now entering the days of adequacy. I will use that as a title. I may even use it as a title for a poem.
That seems to be all I can mange this morning, despite my best efforts. I made a list of jobs to do last night and, believe it or not, I’m keen to make some inroads into the list.
You have to admit they work hard for the food.
Later . . .
The day has gone. It was mainly marked by the use of leftovers. For lunch we had leftover pizza from last week (the third meal of pizza e have had), the surplus potato wedges and onion rings from last night and the slightly sorry looking rocket salad. We seem to be out of tomatoes and are saving the mushrooms, so only had peppers, olives, spring onions and some leftover pine nuts for the salad. I suppose I could have added a bit of fruit and some sweetcorn but I didn’t think of it in time.
This evening we had the quiche we hadn’t got round to using last week with baked potatoes and beans. The beans weren’t left over, but the potatoes are starting to sprout. I added extra grated cheese to the quiche and topped it with the bacon lardons I’d used to make the sprouts with bacon and pine nuts last week. I liked the sprouts with bacon and pine nuts, but haven’t got round to making them again and didn’t want ingredients to go to waste. It was OK but the generally flavourless shop-bought quiche managed to drag the cheddar and bacon topping down, rather than the extra topping dragging the quiche up. It’s a bit like shop bought quiches are filled with anti-flavour. Now I have the time I may start making my own quiche again.
Electric Scooter with inadequate wire basket on the back. Driver with inadequate knees.
On the birdwatching front, we had long-tailed tits in the garden this afternoon having a feed on the fat balls. I was washing up after lunch when they arrived, so it was pure chance. Ten minutes either way and I’d have missed them.
After the washing up was done, I had a parcel delivery – the locking box for the electric scooter has arrived. It has brackets and instructions so that will be a job for when we get back from Nottingham. I will keep you updated when it is done.
Long-Tailed Tits
Photos are a vaguely relevant selection.