The soup ingredients have been nagging me for a week or so from the bottom drawer of the fridge, so I finally had at it this morning. Squash and bacon soup served with grated Gruyères. The recipe we use also calls for onions, garlic, spuds, cumin and coriander, and we had lots of stock from last weeks chicken. Last time I made it, I annotated the recipe book with ‘a bit labour-intensive’, and have not changed my mind. Chopping the veg with a big knife helps reduce the wear and tear on the creaky hands, however. Anyway, it tasted OK, and we have three more lunches’ worth ready to go in the freezer. This afternoon, I did a beef casserole, and some sauce remains to add to the next one. Is it any wonder that our shadows do not diminish?
Martyn has been working on his next model railway layout, though it may not be complete until the garage conversion has been done, freeing up his study for ferromodélisme. The planning application is in, and we await the supplementary questions. I’ve been doing some clearing out of my study: a lot of files that are no longer active are now up in the attic in labelled boxes, and the stamp albums from UPU congresses will soon follow. I can’t quite bring myself to throw them out. Countless framed prints and canvases have also moved up aloft (a few will come back down to decorate the new study). We think the sofa bed will also go down to the new study, creating space for a proper third bedroom: we assume that we may one day be able to offer modest hospitality.
Downstairs in the sitooterie I’ve sowed various tomato and rosemary seeds, and am watching the leeks as they germinate. Outside in the garden, Ben put down some decent topsoil next to the new path, so I’ve sown and trodden in most of the grass seed we had in stock. It’s just about early enough in the year for a second sowing if the old stock proves not to be viable.
Nothing spectacular by way of creativity, but one’s Weltanschauung is slightly more positive than of late.
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