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A new barista decorated my coffee with a swan. It seemed a shame to disturb it, so I took a picture. Soon it was all gone.
In so many societies men learn not to express their feelings, making them emotionally illiterate. This group seems to give men a safe space where they can say how they really feel.
Migraine sucks like a chest wound.
The pill is working - I'll toddle off to work shortly. An earlier TBI was predicted to have 'fixed' it; more likely it fixed it in place.
On the plus side, light, sounds and smells will be intense this morning.
One of those recently arrived harlequin ladybirds on the railings. One has already moved in to keep me company for a while.
A poem by 19th century English poet, John Clare. He was a farm labourer who saw the countryside through an intense lens. He ended his life in an insane asylum.
There weren't terms to describe his illness then. Modern doctors might describe his behavior as symptomatic of schizophrenia and bi-polar disorder. For all of that, he still wrote beautiful poetry until he died.
Lancastrians are known for their constant struggle for justice. Selina Martin was a Suffragette who lived on Sun Street, fighting for votes for women.
Having used up my preserved tomatoes I need to remedy that gap.
This just takes a few minutes to make using larder ingredients.
A clean jar
3 salad tomatoes, sliced
2 cloves garlic, sliced
Pink peppercorns
1 tsp coarse grain mustard
Balsamic vinegar
Oil. In this case sunflower.
Throw it all into the jar. Shake gently to mix. Take a picture and put in fridge 😄
Today is National Coffee Day in England. I'm taking things slowly this morning, listening to the radio and drinking coffee.
My first grinder was a kitchen towel and a rolling pin. It was a satisfying if inconsistent method.
Using Adrian Cronauer's catchphrase and catchy artwork, I was attracted by this packet of coffee beans.
The beans do indeed make a pleasant pour over - a delicate. floral taste. I once bought Vietnamese civet cat coffee. The cats eat the berries and excrete the beans ... you can read about it elsewhere. It was OK but not worth the expense. And now I'm looking for some Black Ivory coffee - these are beans from northern Thailand that have been eaten by elephants, which partly ferment in their guts prior to excretion.
A report has been published this week by the Meteorological Office whose records began in 1884. The UK climate is different now from just a few decades ago. England is now hotter and wetter than before.
Being mid July I was hoping to dispense with my sou'wester and oilskins for a few weeks more. Seems not.
Time to enjoy some Chopin played by Daniil Trifunov:
Art class left me hungry, so I made some lunch when I got home. The broccoli looked a bit tired, but it steamed nicely with some lemon juice and garlic.
A VW Golf GTI mk IV, finished in a fetching shade of rust. I like how they have used Audi wheels.
This is a 'rat look' which is new to me but which I rather like.
My current machine has started to leak and is not really worth fixing, so it's off to the recycler with it. A friend suggested this replacement.
This 'Bambino Plus' arrived today after a long Ebay search for the right machine at the right price. This one has come from an area with soft water so hasn't furred up inside like a London kettle: An important consideration when it comes to serviceability and longevity.
The Guardian calls this "the perfect espresso machine for beginners" although I tend to disagree. It is fairly simple to operate (although you need to read the guide book to find out how to switch it on and off - that's truly a first for me), but my Krupps machine in the 80s was way simpler. This machine scores big-style in the way it steams milk, with use of a microchip and a heat sensor. Put milk in the jug, insert the wand, place the jug on the drip tray, and push the button. Silky, smooth, and well-textured in less than a minute. My cappuccino in the picture is the evidence.
Will this become my all-time fave? No; it doesn't have the temperamental nature of my old Faema, or the obviousness of my Pavoni. But for now, it will do nicely.
In the field were the delightful lambs and their mothers. They are painted with numbers to indicate their owner, when grazing on shared or common land.
Heat some oil on medium-low, add a chopped onion and cook till translucent. Add 2 cloves of chopped garlic and some ginger. Stir and don't allow to burn.
Add rice and water to the rice cooker and switch on. The rice will be ready when the rest has cooked.
A former warehouse on Saint George's Quay sports fresh green paint on the woodwork. These buildings now provide offices, housing and workshop space. In this building is a famous harpsichord maker.
It's a policy that makes a lot of sense. If you buy everything online, don't be surprised to find an empty high street.
They remind me of broccolini to look at. You can even eat some, but not all types. And they need careful preparation to reduce bitterness and sometimes toxicity.
I think I'll just enjoy looking at them!
As the season creaks toward its end, a small tortoiseshell butterfly feeds on buddleia by the river.
Leaving the towpath I crossed a stile to follow a little used public footpath. The bridge was decidedly precarious.
Another introduced species from the Victorian era. Used in Cantonese cooking and some medicinal use though results are questionable. Big stone in the fruits so I'll leave these for the birds. Pretty to look at though.