Today is my husbands 70th birthday. Neither he nor I can believe he is that old, and yet looks and behaves like a kid. Now, is this down to my splendid management I wonder……caring for him these past 40 years…..or should he take the credit himself?
Last night we went out for supper to the local pub – just a spur of the moment decision not in the least influenced by the liver casserole in front of the telly option. We had a great meal, a bottle of sauncy Rioja and then, at midnight, fried egg sandwiches and a glass of 15 yr old malt whilst Sascha and John Digweed entertained us through the stereo speakers. Now that’s pretty impressive for a septuagenerian don’t you think?
We talked about this blog over coffee and I have this idea to set myself a challenge for the year. My book is out in March, I turn 60 in March and it seems like a plan to have a daily challenge that people can get excited about.
‘How is she doing today with whatever-it-is?’
That’s the sort of question I want you to ask yourself so that you just HAVE to check my blog each day.
Should I have a flow of recipes, such as the ones in Island Wife, where I had to think last minute often for hotel guests who were expecting gourmet food every Summer’s evening? The delivery vans refused to venture up our pot holey two mile track and just dumped (literally) food supplies at the gate. I never knew if the box of bananas would more resemble a box of brownish brackets (((( and it kept me enterprising to an extreme degree.
Venison Jumble………that’s elderly tough stag with lots of root vegetables and a bottle of red wine cooked slowly for 2 days, then dropped on the floor, scooped back up again and topped with a savoury crumble.
Yum yum, they said, smacking their lips.
The roof on our ancient bird table took off this morning on the back of a very startled pheasant. One minute he was enjoying the corn, with most of him squished and just his tail feathers showing, the next (after I appeared) he is flying over the stone wall with a roof on his back. I retrieved it, minus pheasant, in a ditch.
I am certain I could make that one up.
Hmmm…..food for thought.
Sounds like I need pastry and that pheasant.