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George Smith is an English floral designer who carries on from where Constance Spry left off.
There's so much to do today and I don't know where to start. So, for now, I will look at my kitchen flowers and drink coffee.
Why was I not made aware of this simple but delicious meal before?
Smash aan avo and add a bit of cayenne pepper and lemon juice.
Cook the bacon and slice it up.
Make toast.
Pile it up. Easy.
Add a smear of Vegemite to the toast of you have it. Umami niceness.
The tomatoes are the last of the ones I preserved the other day. It's now my go-to method.
A bottle of rough red wine would have set the soup off. Not allowed so I used vinegar and Sriracha instead.
I found this in one of my usual haunts the other day.
It is extraordinary; full of archaic English text, some fascinating pictures, and advertisements that made me smile and wonder.
I'm looking forward to peppering my stream with a few shots from inside the book, alongside photograms of my own.
Decant into jars. Cool in a water bath and refrigerate.
I got four of these 250 ml jars from one batch. That'll do.
Give away to your neighbors!
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Butternut Squash Soup – Pressure Cooker Version
500 ml stock
4 cloves garlic – smashed
1 carrot – peeled and diced
1 onion – diced
1 stick of chopped celery
1 apple – cored and diced
1 butternut squash – medium size, peeled, de-seeded and chopped
Sage – fresh if poss, dried otherwise
Salt to taste - about 5 ml
Black pepper – as much as you fancy
Cayenne pepper – optional, but worth at least 1/2 tsp
Pinch of ground cinnamon
Pinch of nutmeg
Can of coconut milk
A glug of oil - 1 or 2 tbspn, to help carry flavor
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Put everything except coconut milk into the pot, give a stir, and put the lid onto the Instant Pot
Set to pressure cook for 8 minutes
When done, release the pressure and blitz in place
Stir in the coconut milk
Serve with some nice bread, add some grated cheese, or set aside for storage
At low tide I counted 17 trundlers lying on the river bank, as well as assorted bicycles, a wheelchair, and goodness knows what else.
Seagulls greedily peck into garbage bags when left outside for collection. These over bags prevent that and the ensuing mess.
Brits have no idea what a fadge is and I have no idea what these bags are called here. There's a nice German compound word, of course. I have a wheelie bin, fortunately.
An orrery is a mechanical device that demonstrates the relative positions of planets, and how their orbits work. The workmanship is as complex as it is breathtaking.
This one was by John Fulton, who left school at 13 to become a cobbler. His story is fascinating and inspiring. I encourage you to follow the wiki link below.
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Fulton_(instrument_maker)
Sometimes you stumble across something outstanding and unexpected. Today it was this haddock and chips. It's nice to have someone else do the cooking for a change.
To drink it had to be dandelion and burdock. It goes well with fried food.
I'll treat myself to another trip next month, perhaps.
The BT tower, originally the Post Office Tower was a state secret once. It was not allowed to be marked on maps.
There used to be a nice rotating restaurant near the top. I left my camera on the inner ledge at lunch and was aghast to find it missing at dessert. My nice waiter smiled and retrieved it quickly. I was clearly not the first idiot he'd dealt with!
Security concerns have closed the tower to visitors now.
A Saint George's cross has been daubed onto a memorial. The first I've noticed in the City of Sanctuary. I despise the way in which this symbol has been weaponized recently. Flags have always stirred deep feelings and baser emotions.
Real Bread Week is approaching. I've been making my own for about a year now. This Cubano white is my favorite so far by a country mile. Not the prettiest but it suits my needs and is easy to make.
Cycling through a shady wood I came across a great bank of blue bells. The ground is damp and smelled of petrichor, as it should.
Bluebells are always so joyful I think.
And now you know what to call football shorts in Czechia.
It's been hot today, so I had to buy a pair of shorts while I was out, or risk overheating in my usual denim.
FK Dukla Praha is a football team from Prague, and they have a long history. Their shorts are excellent for walking about on a hot day.
No - not grown in Lancashire, but blended here. 'Lancashire Tea' brews very well in our pure, soft, mineral-rich water. It naturally has a bright and delicate flavor with some fruity undertones.
I strongly believe that the tea that is blended closest to where you live will give the best and most consistent results.
All the teas used in this blend come from certified ethical and sustainable planters, and the tea bags (also available as loose tea) and packaging are all recyclable.
The company also contributes towards running the local air ambulance. What isn't to like?
Random markings on kerb-stones fascinate me. It's not easy to do, so why was it done? There has to be a reason. A bit like life, really.
Introduced to England in 1724 for its pretty colors and shapes, quercus rubra is native to Canada and America.
William Lindow, a merchant, is buried here. He owned many businesses including plantations. And therefore slaves. Unconscionable today, i ask myself how it was thought to be OK by these church going people.
Here is my first loaf baked with Bulgarian white flour. It looks ok to my eyes but the taste is outstanding. I'll buy this flour again.
I mourn the death of our beloved Pope Francis. First pope from outside Europe. First Jesuit pope.
A tenet of Jesuit teaching is care for the individual, and respect for every individual as a child of God.
May choirs of angels sing him to his rest.
Couldn't find the dog yesterday and he apparently missed Lex and had run off to hide in my daughter's room. He's a little punk of a scruff, but he's a sweet little scruff.
Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground.
Be crumbled, so wild flowers will come up where you stand.
Rumi
Lancaster received a royal charter to permit a market in 1193. There's been a market ever since. A place to exchange goods, money, and ideas.
This is a pretty old window and the glass is most likely the original 18th century glass that was mouth-blown into a long cylinder, which was then flattened and cut into smaller pieces for subdivision into window panes. Hence, these interesting distortions.