Got up. Had breakfast. Saw greenfinch and two long-tailed tits on the feeders (one of the latter came and peered through the kitchen window at me), Waved Julia off to her meeting at he railway station, read emails (boring), answered comments (better) and read blogs (better still). Now I need to write.
Julia had a good afternoon at the tea room. The shopping arrived and everything was there. I forgot to order yoghurt.
Broccoli, with added steam
Last night’s meal, sausage, onion gravy, mashed mixed veg (carrot, parsnip and butternut squash) broccoli, mustard mash, worked out well, though the “onion gravy” was a bit thick and lacked liquid and flow. It was more like a splodge of onions with flavouring. It’s amazing how many ways I can get things wrong. That should be the simplest part.
I tried writing some notes whilst watching TV but it didn’t work well. The days when I could read a book, watch TV and chat are long gone. My brain is clearly closing down, though my fading hearing is also playing a part as I need to spend more effort on listening.
Finished my article on wartime cheese production last night. It’s quite instructive, thinking back, because I have become so used to a fine variety of cheese the days of cabinets filled with blocks of Cheddar had just about faded from my memory. Cheddar, Red Leicester, Double Gloucester and Stilton were, it seemed, the only British cheeses. When we visited grandparents the shops had Lancashire and Wensleydale and I used to nag my parents to buy some to take home. And ice cream from Mrs Hudsons.
Ah, nostalgia!
It looked a lot better in real life, and tasted good too. I really must brush up on my food photography.
Certainly we lived in a cheese desert when I was young.
We are very lucky these days. Unfortunately, as cheese choice has increased, so has my waistline and medical advice about not eating cheese. 🙂
Fun to think of how the world of food has opened up for so many of us. In central Maine, where I grew up, fresh basil was unheard of. Nobody knew what a bagel was. Ditto for hummus and so many other foods that we take for granted today.
Yes, I recognize this. My mother was quite adventurous in the 1960s and 70s and was way before her time in trying many things. Of course, as kids, we didn’t appreciate her efforts.
Wonderful about your mom! I can imagine that you and your siblings didn’t appreciate her efforts. When it comes to food, most kids are pretty conservative.
🙂
There were a number of local dairies where I grew up, but none made cheeses or ice cream. One sold milk to the school system, another sold milk off in bulk. The third was the smallest of the three and I am not sure where their milk went. One town over down on the shoreline was a bakery, with a large selection of breads available.
The one in my grandparents’ village (where Mrs Hudson sold ice cream) still had milk bottles with his name on.) I wish I had kept one. My uncle was his cowman.
One of my uncles was a dairy farmer, but he did not live near us.
Dairy farming always sounds like a lot of hard work to me.
It is.
Poultry were seven days a week but we more or less had office hours in those seven days. 🙂
so far I can still read and watch tv. but it depends on book.and show
That’s because you are still young. 🙂