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And so the day came.
The day of the great kitchen replacement.
First job, once up and juiced up on coffee was to round up three of the four cats, put them in boxes and take them to Lydden to the cattery. The knocking and banging and disruption would do them no good.
But then neither did the round up, chasing scared kitties round the house, and dragging them from their hiding places.
As Jools took them to the cattery, the guys arrived to begin work.
First job was to assess the job, then beginning to rip out the old units. It might be easier than putting new ones in, but the old units created lots of trash and rubbish, all to be collected for sorting.
One did the kitchen, the other did the utility room. The wall to the WC was down, and one by one the units were stripped of their doors, shelves before being ripped out with jimmys and hammers.
By half eleven it was done, all units off the walls, and broken down. The old fridge and dishwasher both now waiting to be collected outside.
We headed to B&Q for lunch of greasy burger, before returning before the guys when they loaded the rest of the rubbish, and take out the old stove.
By three it was all done, two empty rooms and the state of the walls and floors revealled.
In the next two days the walls will be de-greased, filled then painted ready for the installation of the new units beginning on Thursday.
We have the fridge-freezer, and that's about it. There had been talk of somehow leaving the sink in place so we could wash up. But that got taken away pretty quickly.
The basin in the utility room is gone too, leaving just the basin in the bathroom upstairs for handwashing and washing up, not that there'll be much to wash up until the end of the week at least.
Sounds echo in both rooms.
Meanwhile, all the stuff from the cupboards from the kitchen is in boxes in the living room. We have the table to sit and compute at, but that's it.
To make matters worse, Monday saw frequent heavy showers, so we couldn't really go anywhere, just sit on the sofa and read.
The drop off to sleep.
Scully is tested and fed, but the house is empty because the other cats are away. So, no scramble to feed them, though on occasion, Scully can make enough of a fuss for four.
In the evening, we met Ange and Sean for dinner, at a seafood place in Deal we have never eaten at, though have meant to.
Dunkerley's is mainly a seafood place, for me, fish and chips is as seafoody as I get.
So at half six, in torrential rain, we drive along to Ringwould, Walmer and into Deal, parking on The Strand as its free in winter evenings.
We dash over the road, avoiding being splashed by passing cars driving through the half-flooded roads, and into the warmth of the bar to wait for our friends to arrive.
Once they did, we were shown to our table and order taken. As expected I had beer battered cod, which was splendid: Sean had muscles, Ange had baked plaice. It was all rather good, all washed down with Guinness for me..
We even had a cheeseboard to finish.
And that was that.
Jools drove us back, the road slick with fresh rain and lots of golden leaves blown down from the branches overhanging the road.
But we got home safe, met by Scully. Hungry.
This pretty 8" handmade Marquetry Cheeseboard is made of Black Walnut, Redwood, Mahogany, Maple and Cherry right up the coast in DownEast Maine.
For those of you "From away," DownEast is Mid-Coast Maine; namely the Rockland and Thomaston areas and the neighboring fishing communities and islands nearby.
It's a pretty place to live up he-yuh an local folks make scads 'o nice things to sell to them big city perfume smellin' tourist folks that come up he-uh to visit us in the summah.
Course we miss em' somethin' wicked when they pack up their fancy Gawd-awful Hummers and whatnot an leave for wherever they come from, an take their vacation money back with em. Such is life 'round he-uh. They'll be back.
This good lookin' piece o' local art and cul-cha has seen a bit of cheese cuttin' action in it's day. There's a tiny flake of marquetry missing off'n a corner one of the inlay bits.
I zoomed in good an' close for ya, so as you can get a good gawk at 'er. I'm thinkin' it ain't much of a big deal myself, 'course you might think otherwise.
Your call there, bub.
These are about 12" x 5 1/2", just right for serving a small cheese tray for two, and still carry the wine bottle in your other hand. Have to go back for the glasses though, probably. The wood is hard maple, flanked by strips of purple heart.
(From a plan seen here: chiefsshop.wordpress.com/2012/12/02/gift-project-cheese-b... )
A special way to share Christmas Eve by the fire, a charcuterie and cheese board:
Clockwise from top left: marinated mushrooms, Soppressata, pomegranate seeds, fresh blueberries, pistachio nuts, banana chips, brie, pretzel chips, mozzarella balls, crackers, cheddar, honey, Salami, stilton with mango and crystalized ginger, toasted baguette, mustard, caramelized onions, cashews, chorizo, fresh cherries, goat cheese, Prosciutto, mixed olives, and fig preserves.
And now for the reason I am away from home: an audit.
I am staying at a home from home, my favourite hotel (that I am allowed to use), which overlooks The Solent and Southampton water. The rooms are comfortable, and it is quiet.
I sleep well.
I have to get to the test facility, a new location for me, and I see that the auditee has arranged a meeting to start at 08:00, and with breakfast only starting at half seven, I would have to wolf it down and get on the road.
So, I had a shower, got dressed and was down at twenty past, able to get a table and get a pot of coffee and order sausage and bacon sandwiches. I have a table that looks out the front of the hotel, over the garden and road below to The Solent beyond, so I can watch the ferries and jetfoils coming and going.
And this counts as work
Breakfast comes, I eat quick and program the address into the sat nav, it's three miles, but traffic along the main road into Newport is legendary bad. I do make it to the facility at eight, I was early, apparently.
So, I have a safety induction, and prepare the agenda and put on my audit face.
Ha ha ha.
It goes well
We finish at four, seven hours later, and despite being gentle, I was pooped.
I drive back to the hotel, park on the road and after a wash, grab the cameras to walk into Cowes as it was another stunning evening and the light amazing. In The Solent, a Cunard liner, The MS Queen Victoria was making her way out to the open sea. Light glistened off her sides as she turned from west to east, giving me and the photographer beside me, good views of her from all angles.
She moved on towards Portsmouth, and moved out of sight. So I carried on walking into town, past the Yacht Club, then down High Street looking for somewhere to have a burger, as lunch failed to turn up (don't ask) First place, The Globe doesn't do food on Tuesdays, but the Piew View did. I checked both via online reviews, and both had glowing reviews for their food.
So, I order burger, and it was good. OK, really. But oddly, I was the only customer again, and the four staff hung around hoping for more customers to turn up. I felt bad for them so ordered their cheeseboard, which was wonderful, and came with a free glass of excellent port.
And so the day came.
The day of the great kitchen replacement.
First job, once up and juiced up on coffee was to round up three of the four cats, put them in boxes and take them to Lydden to the cattery. The knocking and banging and disruption would do them no good.
But then neither did the round up, chasing scared kitties round the house, and dragging them from their hiding places.
As Jools took them to the cattery, the guys arrived to begin work.
First job was to assess the job, then beginning to rip out the old units. It might be easier than putting new ones in, but the old units created lots of trash and rubbish, all to be collected for sorting.
One did the kitchen, the other did the utility room. The wall to the WC was down, and one by one the units were stripped of their doors, shelves before being ripped out with jimmys and hammers.
By half eleven it was done, all units off the walls, and broken down. The old fridge and dishwasher both now waiting to be collected outside.
We headed to B&Q for lunch of greasy burger, before returning before the guys when they loaded the rest of the rubbish, and take out the old stove.
By three it was all done, two empty rooms and the state of the walls and floors revealled.
In the next two days the walls will be de-greased, filled then painted ready for the installation of the new units beginning on Thursday.
We have the fridge-freezer, and that's about it. There had been talk of somehow leaving the sink in place so we could wash up. But that got taken away pretty quickly.
The basin in the utility room is gone too, leaving just the basin in the bathroom upstairs for handwashing and washing up, not that there'll be much to wash up until the end of the week at least.
Sounds echo in both rooms.
Meanwhile, all the stuff from the cupboards from the kitchen is in boxes in the living room. We have the table to sit and compute at, but that's it.
To make matters worse, Monday saw frequent heavy showers, so we couldn't really go anywhere, just sit on the sofa and read.
The drop off to sleep.
Scully is tested and fed, but the house is empty because the other cats are away. So, no scramble to feed them, though on occasion, Scully can make enough of a fuss for four.
In the evening, we met Ange and Sean for dinner, at a seafood place in Deal we have never eaten at, though have meant to.
Dunkerley's is mainly a seafood place, for me, fish and chips is as seafoody as I get.
So at half six, in torrential rain, we drive along to Ringwould, Walmer and into Deal, parking on The Strand as its free in winter evenings.
We dash over the road, avoiding being splashed by passing cars driving through the half-flooded roads, and into the warmth of the bar to wait for our friends to arrive.
Once they did, we were shown to our table and order taken. As expected I had beer battered cod, which was splendid: Sean had muscles, Ange had baked plaice. It was all rather good, all washed down with Guinness for me..
We even had a cheeseboard to finish.
And that was that.
Jools drove us back, the road slick with fresh rain and lots of golden leaves blown down from the branches overhanging the road.
But we got home safe, met by Scully. Hungry.
they make one kind of pizza a day. lucky for me, we went on corn, green pepper, cilantro and lime day. yum town.
Large 10"x16.5" $40
Small 8"x12.5" $30
Cheeseboard 5"x16" $25
*****Dark cheesboard with light ends are sold out*****
And so the day came.
The day of the great kitchen replacement.
First job, once up and juiced up on coffee was to round up three of the four cats, put them in boxes and take them to Lydden to the cattery. The knocking and banging and disruption would do them no good.
But then neither did the round up, chasing scared kitties round the house, and dragging them from their hiding places.
As Jools took them to the cattery, the guys arrived to begin work.
First job was to assess the job, then beginning to rip out the old units. It might be easier than putting new ones in, but the old units created lots of trash and rubbish, all to be collected for sorting.
One did the kitchen, the other did the utility room. The wall to the WC was down, and one by one the units were stripped of their doors, shelves before being ripped out with jimmys and hammers.
By half eleven it was done, all units off the walls, and broken down. The old fridge and dishwasher both now waiting to be collected outside.
We headed to B&Q for lunch of greasy burger, before returning before the guys when they loaded the rest of the rubbish, and take out the old stove.
By three it was all done, two empty rooms and the state of the walls and floors revealled.
In the next two days the walls will be de-greased, filled then painted ready for the installation of the new units beginning on Thursday.
We have the fridge-freezer, and that's about it. There had been talk of somehow leaving the sink in place so we could wash up. But that got taken away pretty quickly.
The basin in the utility room is gone too, leaving just the basin in the bathroom upstairs for handwashing and washing up, not that there'll be much to wash up until the end of the week at least.
Sounds echo in both rooms.
Meanwhile, all the stuff from the cupboards from the kitchen is in boxes in the living room. We have the table to sit and compute at, but that's it.
To make matters worse, Monday saw frequent heavy showers, so we couldn't really go anywhere, just sit on the sofa and read.
The drop off to sleep.
Scully is tested and fed, but the house is empty because the other cats are away. So, no scramble to feed them, though on occasion, Scully can make enough of a fuss for four.
In the evening, we met Ange and Sean for dinner, at a seafood place in Deal we have never eaten at, though have meant to.
Dunkerley's is mainly a seafood place, for me, fish and chips is as seafoody as I get.
So at half six, in torrential rain, we drive along to Ringwould, Walmer and into Deal, parking on The Strand as its free in winter evenings.
We dash over the road, avoiding being splashed by passing cars driving through the half-flooded roads, and into the warmth of the bar to wait for our friends to arrive.
Once they did, we were shown to our table and order taken. As expected I had beer battered cod, which was splendid: Sean had muscles, Ange had baked plaice. It was all rather good, all washed down with Guinness for me..
We even had a cheeseboard to finish.
And that was that.
Jools drove us back, the road slick with fresh rain and lots of golden leaves blown down from the branches overhanging the road.
But we got home safe, met by Scully. Hungry.
On a long wooden cheeseboard rest half a round of white cheese, the outer rind facing us, looking like a white rock's irregular surface, and a wedge of soft yellow cheese with a thin white rind.
A hand wearing a plastic food-perparation glove holds a small piece of the yellow cheese while another hand cuts it.
On the board is a small pile of water crackers, and to its right is a bunch of cherry tomatoes attached to the vine.
Another day in paradise.
Or Chez Jelltex.
And the plan had been to go to the gym, but Jools had another class down in town, did I want to be dropped off at the sports centre?
No.
Instead I stayed home, Drank my coffee and then had a shower, shave and put on a fresh set of clothes, then came down for breakfast and to ignore Scully's demands for food as the insulin takes effect.
I am off to the vet's with her on Friday and I will find out again about feeding her outside meal times when she also gets her insulin jabs.
But for the time being, her plaintive meows for kitty kibbles must go without response.
The weather did improve from previous days, and got better as the day went on. I did chase an Orange Tip or two around the garden, but it was already too warm for them to settle much, so it was a fruitless task.
There was no more internetting to do, so I sat with Scully on the patio, watching the birds and insects in the garden, the breeze caused the clouds of Ox-eye daisies to sway and look most relaxing.
Jools decided that as we hadn't gone to the gym in the morning, we could go for a walk in the afternoon.
We had lunch, then she set about getting me to commit to a time to go out, as I really didn't fancy it.
We did venture out at half two, and walked along the street to the track, then over the fields.
The nagging doubt I had manifested itself with pins and needles in my feet, and a sore back.
I pressed on to over the field, double the distance I did last time, then we turned for home.
Just as well we did as Jools's foot began to get really sore, so no shame in calling it a day early.
So, back home for a couple of hours before we were to go out.
Again.
Yes, out to the old pub again.
With Sean and Ange, as after our last meal at the Crown in Finglesham, because after our meal there in March and the dreadful service we received, we submitted a complaint and we were given free meals.
Free is our favourite price.
So, across the fields from Ringwould, the sat nav took us through former mining villages out to near to Finglesham, from the top of the down we could see the land falling away and the sea from Ramsgate all the way to Deal, the warming gloaming light making it really quite spectacular.
And the good news is the service was wonderful, greeted at the door by the manager, the drinks order taken at the bar, and our meal request dealt with very quickly, and with regular revisits to ensure that all was god with the food and experience.
We all had burgers with bacon and cheese, then Sean and I shared a cheeseboard while Jools and Ange shared rhubarb and custard profiteroles.
The manager hadn't realised we had come for the free meal, accepted the e mail as proof, and all we had to pay for was drinks.
A top night all round.
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Common fumitory is a common, scrambling plant that grounds in arable fields and on waste ground in the wider countryside, and favours well-drained, disturbed and bare soils. It can also be found in gardens, where some gardeners view it as a weed.
It has crimson-tipped, pink flowers that appear from April to October.
A scrambling plant, Common fumitory has small, much-divided, grey-green leaves and crimson-tipped, pink flowers.
Historically, herbalists have used Common fumitory to treat conjunctivitis and skin diseases, and to cleanse the kidneys. But the plant is actually poisonous, so this should not be tried at home.
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Vintage cheese board found at local car boot sale blogged sewingobsessed.blogspot.com/2010/05/car-boot-sunday.html
Stewardess didn't know what the cheese was - simply that the semi soft and soft were French, and the hard was English.
fotografiert am 16.5.2006 im Urlaub Konakli / Türkei
alle Fotos von Bufetts: www.flickr.com/photos/37925259@N00/tags/buffett/
This is a recycled bread board I painted and mosaic. Now you can use it for a bread or cheese board or a hot plate.
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The Yoyo Shop contains all of our collections, along with other talented designers that we've worked with too - be sure to have a look.
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Grape, cheese, figs and in his hand a stick with honey with a glasses of red and white wine on a wood background.
Stuart (35), 'Panorama Room', Lancastria Restaurant, Promenade, Blackpool. Saturday 21 April 1979.
The restaurant was located just was south of Talbot Square.
The occasion was the very first "Fylde Tramway Society" Annual Dinner. The Guest Speaker at the Dinner was Anthony Depledge, Traffic Manager at Blackpool Corporation Transport.
The menu that evening was Spring vegetable soup; Fillet of Plaice Bonne Femme; Roast Contre Fillet of Beef Chasseur served with Sprouts, Roast and Croquet Potatoes; Pear Belle Helene; Cheeseboard and Coffee. A note in my diary says that the food was good however the service was crap.
I do not have a record of how many people attended that first Dinner, but they included Jim and Maureen Ingham, Janet Price, Nicholas Entwistle, Sharon Bonnington, Stuart Ibbotson, Terry Daniel, Simon Rawkins along with many many more.
Photograph copyright: Ian 10B. Slide No. Slide No.1907
Second time i'd had this - an awesome selection, perfectly complemented by fig jam and wafer-thin biscuits. Addition of local honey was great with the blue.
A cheeseboard is not exactly what springs to mind when you think of
English afternoon tea, but one of my friends is a diabetic who doesn't
eat shellfish, so I wanted to cater for her too. All of these are raw
milk English cheeses available in our local Wholefods. Lucky us!
This handsome 8" handmade Marquetry Cheeseboard is made of Black Walnut, Redwood, Mahogany, Maple and Cherry right up the coast in DownEast Maine.
For those of you "From away," DownEast is Mid-Coast Maine; namely the Rockland and Thomaston areas and the neighboring fishing communities and islands nearby.
It's a pretty place to live up he-yuh an local folks make scads 'o nice things to sell to them big city perfume smellin' tourist folks that come to visit us in the summah.
Course we miss em' all somethin' wicked when they pack up their fancy Gawd-awful Hummers and whatnot an leave for wherever they come from, an' they take their vacation money back with em. Such is life 'round he-uh.
This good lookin' piece o' local art and cul-cha has seen a bit of cheese cuttin' action in it's day. There's a tiny flake of marquetry missing off'n a corner o' one of the inlay bits.
I zoomed in good an' close for ya, so as you can get a good gawk at 'er. I'm thinkin' it ain't much of a big deal myself, 'course you might think otherwise.
Your call there, bub.
These blueberries have been painted in an American style of China Painting, on a porcelain cheeseboard.
glass birdie cheeseboard from my friend in Sweden, tooth toothbrush holder from Giant Robot, pin cushion (?) figurines from Thrift Town
Cheeseboard Collective in Berkeley, CA
Pizza of the Day: cabbage, carmelized onions, mozarella and Blue cheese, walnuts, garlic olive oil, italian parsley cheeseboardcollective.coop/