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With peas (cos I like them), yogurt and chopped parsley.
The cauliflower was al dente, and you could still taste the vegetable, as well as the spices.
Having put the bread in to bake it's time for crumpets and Vegemite, with an espresso.
The Bambino Plus certainly produced a decent brew with a good crema. I didn't even need to adjust my grinder for this machine.
I don't medicate for ADHD but a regular shot of caffeine helps with attention and focus.
A bee forages on a Ballerina rose. The openness of this variety is easy for the bees and easy on the eye, too.
I found these cute little dishes going for £2 and guessed they might fit in my air fryer.
I've layered sliced zucchini, tomato, cheese and olive oil.
Half an avocado mashed into half a piece of sourdough toast. I feel almost virtuous.* So now I shall write a letter to my friend.
*Yes, I'm fully aware of the ecological and economic mayhem engendered by the global avocado trade. But I'm not going to kill my own buzz. Just let me have this moment. Cheers.
Today is bread-making day again. Looking into my baking box, I found several almost empty bags of different kinds of flour. So I weighed them all into a bowl together, and this strange looking bread is the result.
Testing the zoom on my Pixel, here is Arnside Tower which sits below Arnside Knott. Built in the 15th century as a secure home to protect against raiders from Scotland. Now it stands in ruins after fires and neglect. It's Grade II listed and a scheduled monument.
Mind your timing when cooking the crumpets and watch to keep a medium heat, or they will burn. Fortunately for me, this is how I prefer them.
Rescued a squashed avo from going to the bin. Mashed with some lemon juice and chilled for an hour. Spread on toast. Lunch for free.
Like a ring of broken teeth the remains of an ancient oak protect it's progeny. Possibly grown from an acorn that fell into the still standing trunk of it's parent.
Is this reincarnation? Or just continuation of a theme...
Next to the Sail Works stands this derelict workshop building. While preserving the industrial past might be laudable, I hope nobody has slapped a preservation order on this unprepossessing building. A little garden on the site would be a great enhancement to the area.
This is a distribution box in the street near the postal sorting office. There are always interesting flyers glued to it.
The Gregson is a fantastic community-run arts center, with a nice bar (run by volunteers), good food, and a 'secret cinema' (it's tiny!) that puts on all sorts of indy movies. They also host events, such as this dance.
Navigating the week by 'wash day'. Life has been great, busy, tumultuous, filled with love and music, ranging across the world, peaceful and at war. And now it's a little life. Nothing wrong with that at all.
It's the little things that bring the greatest, lasting joy.
Another word from Doctor Johnson's dictionary.
Malediction and scatological terms can be used to enliven an otherwise mundane sentence. But. just like using spices in cooking, the over-use of voiceless fricatives or velaplosives in conversation can lose their impact.
For all that, I expect I'll use this word soon!
I am still nursing a torn achilles, and today is a rest day. Too bad that the weather is ticking upwards again.
The barometer that I bought recently has turned out to be defective, so I will have to repair it, if I can. In the meantime, I found this simple but fully-working barometer in another of my favorite charity shops. It has been accurately reflecting changes in pressure for the last week, so I am very happy with it.
Those with sharp eyes will notice that this one comes from GDR - the former East Germany. I once had a car with tires made in East Germany - they hardly wore at all and out-lasted the car (which I had kept for a few years). With luck, this barometer will do the same.
The maker, Fischer, is still in business and you can find some of their products, here:
fischer-barometer.de/en/shop/product-types/barometers/?p=2
I liked the anthem of the GDR, and was sorry when the words were dropped, and they just played the music. We always listened to it in the Kneipe that I often frequented when living in Germany, and it marked closing time, too.
Listen, here:
The little bit of milk leftover from poaching the mushrooms is full of flavor: it's poured over the other bit of toast and consumed with alacrity.
Lots of B vitamins in the liquor that's too good to waste.
Every now and again I see this happy little figure around the place. Today it is on the side of the Lancaster terminus of the former Lancaster & Preston Junction Railway.
Giftaid is a scheme whereby what the charity shop sells things for is added to by the income tax people. It's a good plan. Also, I'm going to have a calm kitchen for thirty hours 😀
open.spotify.com/track/0bRXwKfigvpKZUurwqAlEh?si=07f3c287...
After a restorative cup of tea with my friend, it's time for a walk.
Not a breath of wind; Heysham nuclear power stations on the horizon, filling in the energy gap left by the turbines that are standing still.
A small bronze sculpture by French sculptor, Ernest Barrias. I loved how delicately the clothes were modelled.
"Louis-Ernest Barrias - Wikipedia" en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis-Ernest_Barrias
Property of The Harris, Preston.
I see these and similar all over the gaff. Coasting along uphill, if you please. The battery is contained in the frame and simple to replace. Better brakes than my first car. And not too heavy to pedal if the juice runs out.
I definitely fancy one for myself.