Good morning, we are up and at them this Sunday meeting for coffee…..nice and breakfast early. Half the house is up an early football match with a 9.30 kick off.
A fortnight of rainy days here in Edinburgh that’s seen a scary amount of water drop from the sky, the temperature has plummeted as a result and I’ve been choked full of cold since mid week with a bit of a crescendo head fug Friday, Saturday which is finally lifting. It came out of nowhere and I can only put it down to the change in temperature that has coincided with the boys going back to school.
The sun in the garden yesterday was a welcome relief and despite my head I got out and pottered with some pointing. I have some very old walls where the mortar has seen better days. I’ve also come across further remains of an old pine tree stump. I’m finally at the sorting out of a corner at the bottom of the garden, and disappointed to find out that a stump I’d paid to be ground down was only taken so far. Just going to start digging it out myself. Otherwise my plans aren’t going to work!
Kitchen wise we took a bold decision to kill the weekly veg box. The boss had asked for the potatoes to be swapped out a few months ago (I missed them). Then something just snapped in us, I think it was the arrival of some strange squash, a kholabi and pullet eggs. Nothing against pullet eggs, but they don’t stretch far on egg night with two teenage boys appetites. I’m sure the box guys would have put things right if we called but we are the not the sort of folk to complain. So we are calling time on an end of an era.
Strangely it’s given me a sense of excitement that has surprised me. On one hand seeing what came each week was good fun and I loved the field to fork ethic….on the other I hadn’t realised that it was constraining my cooking and I’d got into the habit of having to clear the fridge of left overs and I was cooking them all the same way usually in a stew or soup because of time constraints. So feeling both liberated and sad. The plan though is to hit the farmers market every over week or when I do the butcher run.
Bread…my new sourdough starter is fighting fit and almost feeling stronger than the previous one. The Rye experiment from Denmark still not going to plan….another case of a mouldy result. It’s feeling like it’s not meant to be and I might resort to cross breading and performing some kind of experiment with my healthy starter.
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