The weather forecast looks to be reasonable for Tuesday, so I shall venture forth and buy some goodies for dinner on Wednesday night. Since the arrival of the Ottolenghi books, the menu has been re-jigged. Mr L has requested Bitter Frozen Berries with White Chocolate Cream for his dessert.  I need a couple of ingredients I had not been planning on but several more that were on my list are now off it again. I still need a nice Camembert to bake for the starter and some quality breadsticks to dunk into it. Wednesday will be busy so I can’t bake my own breadsticks.

Historically I have journeyed into Kirkwall between Christmas and New Year to buy food for our wedding anniversary dinner. Every year I come home moaning what a waste of time it was and how there was nothing on the shelves. This year we are resigning ourselves to serving frozen petits pois with our duckling and saving me the trek. If the weather is OK on the 23rd, we may fit in another trip to town to see what we can get with a suitable expiry date upon it.

Christmas Day falls on a Thursday. We largely ignore the festivities as a norm but do produce something marginally seasonal for a picnic lunch (mince pies, sausage rolls…) and take the dogs out for a few hours. Last year we did serve a dinner and for this I made a Parsnip & Cashew Nut Roast. It’s a Fast Day this year so we are looking at perhaps a 99% avoidance level. I may cook a chicken breast with sage present in some form or another. No stuffing, no bread sauce but I am sure I can produce something tasty and seasonal without exceeding 500 calories… Red cabbage, perhaps? Brussels Sprout Stir Fry, mayhap?

Recently, at the: Crooked House

Bare Naked

Bare Naked

We are home again, after a month-long trip away. A trip during which I completely failed to get my laptop out. It was good to come home. We were driving along, close to Le Dorat at the time, when I felt that “aren’t we fortunate to live in such a lovely part of France” feeling washing over me. I had a sudden urge to invite all my friends to come and stay and to shareContinue readingBare Naked

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 21, 2020 at 11:21AM

We just met our first Spanish self service fuel, there has always been an attendant whenever we have fueled up on previous visits. The machine took the card, asked which pump (!?), what fuel, and how much. It chucked the ticket out, said something in Spanish, and then failed to provide any diesel. We are… Continue reading October 21, 2020 at 11:21AM

October 21, 2020 at 10:55AM

Time to go. Pastures new tonight, another revisit tomorrow. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

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