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Winter ends in the northern hemisphere on 20 March. This should be my final batch of winter shots for the season. They appear to have worked by protecting me from coughs and colds this season. But, if nothing else, they have given me something to drink with breakfast.
I'm off out, so a decent breakfast is in order. I seldom eat meat - it's hard to find anything worth cooking, as much as any health-related reasons - but this locally-smoked bacon is exceptional.
Tomatoes drizzled with olive oil and oregano and lightly grilled.
A single egg, scrambled with some dried herbs for additional flavor.
This will carry me through till tea time, for sure.
New Zealand flax, Phormium tenax. Native to Aotearoa/New Zealand. It was a pleasant surprise to see it growing in a front garden.
Cut through into quarters but only part way through. Pack with sea or Himalayan salt. Table salt is no good die to the anti caking agents added.
It's always nice to find a new place for coffee. In a year or so the clematis should have put on enough growth to make an interesting show - watch this space, if I'm still around!
There's an ad for these from Target, at $45.99. Utterly insane. These cost a quid from my favorite local shop. Next year I shall stain them with some strong tea, and voila, a new look.
World shortage of macaroni makes me substitute with spirale.
Add nutmeg for depth of flavor.
For 40. Less than 1 Euro per serve.
Comfort in a plate 😅
My first ever muffins. This recipe from Mary Berry was easy and quick to prep. Not such a disaster. Oven not hot enough though: the cheese didn't lock in the batter. As Clarkson would say: "more power!"
Cheddar, olives, sundried tomato and basil.
I'm rehearsing so I can make a decent batch for my friends The Dangerous Brothers. If you are not thinking of someone when cooking, you're just making food.
Elevated workers' terrace on Moor Gate.
I'm mystified by all the Halloween hullabaloo. Today is Samhain. Tomorrow is All Souls.
Reflect on the dead, and revel in life. And don't take anything too seriously, baby
Same recipe as before. Now with added cardamon and lemon zest. Cardamon balances out the limes, and are good for your chest and blood pressure. Apparently.
Just in case of any confusion.
Is there any irony here? There's little artistic merit in either sign writing ability or placement.
Below is a former coal chute, now bricked up and fitted with a large air brick, ventilating the cellar.
Spiced apple cake with caramelized apples on top. Made as a gift to some people who help me. I hope they like it with their morning coffee.
In the days when we burned coal for heating and cooking, the coal man (I never knew of a woman in the job) would deliver the coal in sacks from his van or cart. If you were not so well off the coal was kept in a bunker at the back of the house and often access was only via the front door, necessitating him walking through the house, with all the attendant dust and dirt.
Wealthier people stored the coal in the cellar, which was accessed outside the front of the house via a coal hole.
Here is the cover for the coal hole - note how it allows ventilation, so the coal does not get damp in the cellar.
These covers were universally round - any other shape could be accidentally dropped into the cellar.
On the side of a disused bank. Probably too expensive to remove. But recently re-mortared by the look of it. This was where traders would deposit the cash takings for the day. Nowadays electronic transactions are making them less needed, I guess. But it's still a good plan to be able to get the cash off the premises. But where to now? Under the mattress?
A small portion of haddock and chips. Today I was offered tar tare sauce and a wedge of lemon. The youth behind the counter suggested I would enjoy some gravy, too. He was right!
A YouGov survey found that 23% of Northerners regularly pour gravy over their chips, compared to 15% of Midlanders and 9% of Southerners. Greater Manchester is considered the spiritual home of gravy on chips, with 38% of residents indulging.
Afternote: I think, for clarity, that I should say the gravy is for dipping your chips in; not the fish! Also, you dip your chips; you don't pour the gravy over them - that's why you get the gravy on a pot.
I am learning a lot about fish and chips in England. In the North, the default fish is haddock while in the South it's cod. Personally, I prefer skate, but good luck finding any - it tends to go straight to France and Portugal.
Finally, "fish supper" is a Scottish or Irish term. But if you are in a fish and chip shop and ask for one, you tend to get it!
The flower spike from one of the echeveria plants. This plant was a pup last year so it seems to be doing ok.
This really isn't good enough.
There are several British Standards that this footpath fails to meet.
Massive social care costs to councils means that there is little money left to maintain the streets.
This really isn't good enough!
To protect those buzzing
Over-management of land, including mowing for aesthetics and using strong chemicals has led to a drastic reduction in insect and bird life in UK and other countries. By leaving some areas alone it has allowed some species to cling on and even recover.