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The Naming of Soups

Green slime in a pan – it always seems to look less pleasant when photographed in a pan

This is the first post of the morning, the second one being here.

Today we have naming of soups. Yesterday we had tomato, a staple of the soup world and easily produced from a can of tomatoes. Tomorrow we will have mixed vegetable, for those are the ingredients we have. But today it was blue cheese and broccoli. I would like sweet potato and chilli, but that requires ingredients which in this case I do not have.

Tomorrow we will also have poetry, because I can feel some coming on. It is the end of the month and I really need to send some out if I am to maintain my momentum. I have always admired Henry Reed’s Naming of Parts, but if you are familiar with the poem you will probably already have guessed that.

But back to today. I had the remains of the chopped onion from last night and a head of broccoli that was still good but had spent a week in the fridge. I had bought it out of habit but not used it, and an unused head of broccoli is a problem waiting to happen once it gets to the second week. That was all I needed. I didn’t add garlic today, as I try to avoid monotony, but I did use an organic stock cube. I also had a nice piece of Shropshire Blue in the fridge.

Still looks a bit primaeval, but it’s getting better

I bought it to keep for Christmas, but Julia, in an uncontrolled burst of internet shopping, bought a huge piece of Stilton from Cropwell Bishop. As she also bought a gift pack for Number One son and partner, I won’t be able to give any away, so it looks like we are well provisioned for Christmas, and it seemed sensible to start on the Shropshire Blue now.

Shropshire Blue is a slightly puzzling cheese as it probably doesn’t come from Shropshire, and much of it is produced by local dairies that also produce Stilton. It also seems to come from a recipe developed in the 1970s. For many years I assumed it was an old recipe from Shropshire. In fact it is probably best described as Stilton Cheese with annatto dye added. The use of annatto to dye cheese is an old practice, and I once had a stone glazed bottle which had contained it, though I’m not good at dating such things.

With cheese

So, to recap, Shropshire Blue is a cheese that is mainly made in the counties of Leicestershire and Nottinghamshire. They also make Stilton, a cheese named after the village of Stilton, which is in Cambridgeshire, and only about ten miles away from where I sit. You can’t make Stilton cheese in Stilton because the name has a protected status and it can’t be made outside Leicestershire, Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire, though when milk supplies are tight the makers are allowed to source milk from outside the area, including Cambridgeshire.

It has always struck me as slightly hypocritical  that the dairies can protect themselves from competition, but use outside sources when it suits. And that you can produce Shropshire Blue in the “Stilton” area, but you can’t produce Stilton in Shropshire.

I’m sure life used to be simpler.

With cheese and sandwiches

 

Blood Tests, Relaxed Restrictions and a Peaceful Protest

I had to visit the Treatment Centre for a blood test yesterday. I didn’t need one and I don’t do it for fun but I had been told to have another one in a clear case of the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing.

For posterity, I note the following things.

One – there was nobody on the door with masks, gel, advice or censure.

Two – people were once again drifting in through the door. Some weren’t using the hand gel and some were accompanying patients and didn’t need to be there.

Three – I saw a staff memeber walking round with their mask pulled down under their nose. Admittedly, it was a nose of heroic proportions and they were clearly proud of it (and possibly unable to get it into the mask), but it was still unmasked when it should have been covered.

Four – the cafe is open again, though you can onl;y have one person at a table.

Five – the phlebotomist is no longer wearing a face shield, as noted at City Hospital when I had my last anti-coagulant blood test.

These are not criticisms, just observations noted down for posterity. At a time we are told that a second peak is coming and that it is due to undisciplined social gatherings, it might be germane to note the slackening off of NHS discipline.

The service was excellent, if you ignore the fact the test was not necessary and the telephone helpline had proved to be bloody useless after they messed my prescription up.

On the other hand, I was able to collect a blood form, have the test, get my prescription and be given advice by the pharmacist and still get out of the car park in thirty minutes. Impressive stuff.

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Poppy

Tonight I have started learning the names for my finger joints so I can discuss them on the phone. There must be a poem in there somewhere.

I have also been noting the limits to my peaceful right to protest. It’s made a little more complicated by lockdown regulations but I may seek to defend myself using the Cummings or Stanley Johnson defence – I am too important to allow the law to limit my capacity for arrogance.

I’m also not quite sure about the legality of handcuffing myself to property which may or may not belong to someone else. The internet is rather uninformative on that point.

I now need as group of Suffragette bodyguards and I am ready for action.

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Poppy

There is, as you may suspect, a gathering cloud of civil unrest…

I wasn’t able to source any decent photos for peaceful protest or handcuffs on Pexels so I widened my search. Knowing what happens on the internet I really should not have searched for ‘handcuffs’.

That’s why you have poppies instead.