Hello the brand spanking new kitchen! Roast lamb is in the oven (had a momentary panic when I realised that I might not have a tin big enough to accommodate it, but managed to unearth one I only ever use at Christmas), cheese sauce for the cauliflower is made, so I am having five minutes.
Izabella I couldn’t describe myself as a fan of Ginger Baker but I did, with a party of friends, make a hair raising dash through the London night in a retired Post Office van, to see him play in a club shortly before he fell in with Eric Clapton. His playing was mesmerising. As for old JSB, well, I can’t blame you for abandoning him (temporarily, I’m sure!). I am not getting much further either! I am currently hammering my way through the Jerome Kern songbook instead.
Panache that you are now comfortably disposed and in good caring hands is a relief to us all. “Keep truckin’”, as they say?!
Dragonfly ?.
We went for a walk yesterday afternoon that turned, as they often do at this time of the year, into a fungus hunt! We found, among others, hares ears, shaggy ink caps, common earthballs, the wonderful fly agaric and, a first for me, the amethyst deceiver! Very pretty and apparently edible but hardly worth the effort. Who, I wondered idly, was brave enough to take the trouble to find out whether they were edible or worth the effort, or, indeed, poisonous? Or did they just use their significant others as guinea pigs? “A few Livid Entoloma with your breakfast bacon, dearest?” I opened up this theory to DH. He gave me a strange look! He had toast this morning?!
Well, I will put the iPad down and go and look busy for a while. I will look in later. TOYA.