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Bean Soup

Customer: Waiter, what do you call this soup?
Waiter: It’s bean soup, sir.
Customer: I don’t care what it’s been. What is it now?

It’s an old joke, and when I made bean soup for lunch I knew that I would be hearing it soon, as it’s one of Julia’s favourites. Here, in case you need one, is an explanation. It’s an explanation of the grammar relating to the joke. There is no explanation of why two white-haired adults ended up giggling into their soup at lunchtime. I suppose we have never really grown up.

Bean Soup

It starts with onions, garlic, red pepper and cajun paste. Stir them up and soften them. Add a can of chopped tomatoes and a can of water. Simmer, stir, blitz. Add beans and more red pepper bits and simmer again. Eat. It’s not a complicated recipe, but it’s handy as it is filling enough not to need a sandwich with it.

It’s OK, considering that it uses little more than a can of tomatoes and half a can of red kidney beans. It’s cheap and tastes surprisingly good. I’m sure it could be better, and you could use better ingredients, but it’s OK. Next time I may use the whole can of beans. The half can is fine, and filled us up, but now I have to do something inventive with the other half.

Bean Soup with pumpkin seeds – my attempt at being healthy and sophisticated

We had sausages and oven-roasted vegetables for tea. The leftover soup made  very acceptable gravy.

As you can see from the photographs, I tried to decorate it a bit, as it looked a bit dull and none of the beans showed on the photos. I’m not actually sure what some of the bits were that are showing in the photo. I had this problem before when trying artistic swirls of yoghurt or cream in soup. Someone told me to let it go cold before swirling, but that defeats the object of making soup.

The second attempt at decoration used the crushed bits from a packet of tortilla chips. They were no more successful. I may stop trying.

Bean Soup with tortilla chip bits – my doomed final attempt at being sophisticated

This was going to be the second Wednesday post and refers to Wednesday. Like so many of my good intentions, it ended up as the first post on Thursday. I fell asleep watching Outback Opal Hunters.

What we did on our holidays

You can tell it’s holiday time because the roads are clear, the travelling is easier and there are groups of teachers wandering about dressed as ramblers.

So what did we do on our holiday?

Well, we started by looking at the new bantams and chicks to ensure they were OK.

Sadly there was a dead lamb in the barn. It had been found last night by a group of ramblers, having stuck its head through the sheep netting and then threaded it back through an adjacent square. You couldn’t do it if you tried. In the subsequent panic it strangled itself.

No you couldn’t make it up if you tried. The Farmer had been forced to cut the fence to remove it. That was how tight it had managed to wedge itself in.

Now, I don’t like losing animals at the best of times, and I certainly don’t like losing them to accidents, but this was so random that it is hard to see what we could have done differently.

My first job was to check the incubator and then to look up what a flashing “P” meant. Twenty minutes later I established it was a warning that it had lost power at some point. To be more precise, it had lost power when I unplugged it and moved it. So that was 20 minutes well spent.

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It stands for “Power”

Once everyone had arrived we had a good handling session with the new bantams and altered the housing arrangements for the chicks.

We collected eggs, fed the chickens, did a census of the (heat stress has seen a few of the old ladies off recently) and harvested cabbages. We planted Brussels Sprouts (or nobby greens as they are known in Nottingham), made lavender decorations, twisted corn dollies, showed two groups of visitors around (I keep hoping one of them will be an eccentric and generous millionaire). Julia brought what I thought was a small and tender beetroot in from the garden (I say tender but I have no intention of ever eating beetroot). It turned out to be a radish the size of a golf ball and I suspect it will be both woody and fiery to eat.

We also added more photos to the individual pages and did quite a bit of butterfly counting. (You may already have noticed that.)

And we brought the sun-dried peppers out of the polytunnel.

I think that’s all.

Now all we need to do is get the shopping list ready for tomorrow, get set up for yoga, prepare the kitchen.

Number Two son had a broken tooth extracted this afternoon. I wouldn’t normally bring domestic trivia to the blog, but I had to after asking him what time his appointment was.

Yes, it was two-thirty (tooth hurty – the classic joke time!). I tried not to laugh when he told  me.

It’s going to be a bundle of laughs tonight, me trying to suppress my mirth, Julia being motherly and him drinking his evening meal through a straw.