Wet Saturday

Nice pile of books and DVDs Some easy knitting while watching Bagdad Café Afternoon  tea

The price of fish

This is precisely why I jump down the throats of anyone, and will continue to do so, who complains about the price of fish http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2239231/North-Sea-trawlermen-Fishing-boat-battered-waves-brave-crew-carry-dangerous-job-world.html

New blog

I read about the 365 grateful idea on Facebook, so am giving it a go on my new blog here http://unboughtdelicacies365grateful.blogspot.co.uk/ It's an online record of something I am grateful for every day.  Hoping it's going to be enlightening and  fun :)

Kitchen day

Various bits to catch up on now that the holidays are gone.  I started by stoking up the Rayburn and roasted a huge chicken and a piece of beef that I got half price last week; boiled a pan of tatties for potato salad will add in shallot and gherkin later, so will be a cold supper tonight.   I raided the fruit bowl next, to use up soft and squishy things - some lovely large pears were a bit soft, so carefully peeled then and poached them with a little butter; I think I'll make a crumble, pear is one of my favourites.   Anything else needing used up went into the pot for a new gallon of fruit bowl wine, which is now on the low end to dissolve the sugar   Add in laundry, sorting through the veg basket, knitting, coffee, bit of internet and a snoring dog, then I don't mind if the threatened rain is imminent. It's cosy in here and my favourite room in the house

To the technocrats

“To the Technocrats: Have mercy on us. Relax a bit, take time out for simple pleasures. For example, the luxuries of electricity, indoor plumbing, central heating, instant electronic communication and such, have taught me to relearn and enjoy the basic human satisfactions of dipping water from a cold clear mountain stream; of building a wood fire in a cast-iron stove; of using long winter nights for making music, making things, making love; of writing long letters, in longhand with a fountain pen, to the few people on this earth I truly care about.”   Edward  Abbey       image from http://www.becomingminimalist.com/where-simplicity-begins/

On being 105.....................

Ceramic artist Beatrice Wood worked on a potter's wheel every day until she was 103. Wood said "My life is full of mistakes. They're like pebbles that make a good road."

New year cheer

The first break of glorious colour from my hyacinths   Potted up my medlar cheese   Started my woolly tribute to the sadly missed Mick Aston

Happy new year

Piglet wisdom