..hip, hip, hip hooray!
Well the torrential monsoon finally stopped. At one point I did ponder opening a Japanese restaurant in my house as the garden had turned into a paddy field but I’m allergic to shellfish so I decided against that particular entrepreneurial venture. The skies are blue again and although it’s chilly at least the all pervading damp has gone.
The dinner delivery was a great success. TG turned up, as promised, with the innards of the slow cooker wrapped up in a towel to keep the dinner hot and my what a dish it was. Lamb shanks cooked a la Jamie Oliver with a lovely sauce of tomatoes, carrots and of all bizarre things, anchovies – they apparently bring out the flavour of the lamb. We drank miles too much wine and I must admit, the Yarmouth pilgrimage yesterday morning I could have done without! I also picked the last of the ripe tomatoes at the weekend which, given the rain that followed, was just as well. I’ve turned them into a thick rich sauce to accompany tonight’s tortellini.
It’s funny how the weather can change our moods. I must admit to feeling a little down and blue last night and I put myself to bed at an early hour. Unlike a cold brisk day, getting constantly wet as you go from home to car to job is just depressing. I remember when I was growing up in Ireland that apparently Kerry had one of the worst suicide rates per capita because of the constant rain. I suppose global warming may have changed that over the last 20 or so years – I’d like to think so. So, for my part, I’m hoping for a nice cold winter which will hopefully kill off all the various germs and plenty of sunshine to ward off the blues… and lots of gravy. Of course!