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Celeriac and black bean stew, with pickled Korean radish, and rice. Garnished with crispy onions and soy sauce.
The custom of sending a postcard from where one is visiting seems to have died out. Certainly, it's increasingly difficult to buy a postcard. Gone are the days of searching through the carousel that displays the card for just the right one. Gone is the tiny income for photographers who created them. So now we snap a picture, just like everyone else's, cluttering up the landscape as we do so, and 'flick it' to Facehugger or whatever.
Gone also is the discipline required to write something interesting and legible in the small space allowed on the back of the card, and the foresight to have brought an address book that has all the necessary details. Aunty Maud gets her annual card, even if we never actually visit her, for instance. I could go on.
For now, feel free to print this and post it. You don't need to be in Morecambe and nobody will know otherwise. Holidaying at Great Barrier Reef? St Kitts? Ulan Bator? Worry not - I've got you covered - send greetings from Morecambe and bring friends and rellies sunshine, wherever they are!
The cinema opened in 1919, equipped with sound in 1929, Cinemascope in 1954, and closed in 1980.
Given that this is on the seafront, that's some high-quality paint to have lasted so well.
I've bought 10 used folding market crates at a good price. Using cable ties I made a bookcase to hold my reading stack.
It seems to be holding up for now but I'll make some wedges to counter the slightly forward lean. At least I don't need to attach it to the wall as in some other countries.
A gentle walk along the canal. I call these flowers flags, but that's a bit old fashioned now, apparently. But yellow iris sounds too prosaïc for these beauties.
And the eponymous book is worth a read, too.
I marveled to watch the operator change buckets without leaving the cab. No need for a sledgehammer and a drift: just skilful positioning and the press of a button.
The road to the old quarry is also where the owner built houses for the workers. Innovative or just common sense?
Cola float at Brucciani's.
Yesterday was a personal red letter day and I celebrated with a very rare treat!
How many people these days experience the joy of a freshly cleaned typewriter?
This is a 1960s Scheidegger Princess-Matic. Made by Keller & Knappich in West Germany in the 1960's for the Willy Scheidegger Swiss Typing School.
The ribbon is brand new, hence the 'fat' lettering. It will calm down with some use.
This is such an odd posting slot; it's above head height. Posties must hate it, even if it looks nice.
Thanks to a generous prompt from flickr.com/photos/12220922@N05 Peter Denton, who supplied a recipe, here's my Kiwi twist. Slices of cucumber and kiwi fruit, with mashed basil leaves and the juice of a lime, steeped in a jar of water overnight in the fridge. Served in a good glass 50:50 with sparkling water and consumed with gusto!
It's the most refreshing drink I've had all year. Cheers
This house stands close the the river bank, but far away enough not to worry about floods. The date stone above the front door reads 1847. The Irish Potato Famine was ongoing, the first Mormons arrived in Utah, New Orleans was hit with a yellow fever epidemic, Sam Colt sold his first revolver to the US government, and Bronte's 'Wuthering Heights' was sent to the publisher.
Sadly, being a private house, I didn't find out if there was honey still for tea.
A reasonably tright crumb for my first 50:50 rye:wholemeal loaf. I included sesame seeds and chia seeds for a bit of interest.
On the right is the 'krunka' apparently. I drizzled it with some olive oil and salt, and ate it for tea. It was not bad.
In the US military an officer who joined as an enlisted man is sometimes called a Mustang.
There have been many notable Mustangs, including Chesty Puller and Chuck Yeager.
The town library is housed in what was originally the fire station, next to what was the town hall and is now the museum.
I don't know how old this lamp is, but it's rather nice, don't you think?
In Bare stands this traditional bakery, with many decades of history as a beloved local shop. They were one of the bakeries that supplied Princess Margaret's wedding cake in 1960.
I love the Asian supermarkets in our city. Here's a souvenir of one of my favorite cities; sulfur soap. Bactericidal and gentle in use. For really clean hands. The scent is, predictably, not to everyone's taste.
And a splash of yellow 💛 during these grey days is welcome.
A sign says that people sitting here will be happy to chat. In an often disconnected society this seems like a good idea.
I found a new Eastern European grocers shop the other day. It's fabulous. Here's a smoked mackerel that I'm reheating for tea. Being hot smoked, the fish is already cooked and good to eat; I wanted a hot meal, however.
Some lemon slices and garlic and wrapped in foil, then heated for 10 minutes in the air fryer. The skin just fell away when the foil was removed.