I know , I'm a fraud ... Bloggers are supposed to blog , aren't they ; post about things like their garden or knitting , personal journeys , achievements ... Well , I could tell you about today's soup ; a new recipe from last week's paper :
( Frozen spinach , coconut milk and stock , a chili flake or two . Simmer briefly and blitz . Add some prawns . )
but I won't ... I'll just say that replacing the prawns with frozen salmon wasn't a huge success and I won't be making it again . Oh yes , and that a final , rather desperate shake of Fish Sauce won't help . At all .
I could tell you about the library books I'm reading but I won't ... I'll just say that of all the books I've read lately , this is the one I really , really wish I'd written
I could tell you about my knitting but we'll draw a veil over that and the less said about any sewing the better ... I'm sort of hoping that the jeans I bought in November still fit me when I finally get round to hemming the second leg ...
So I'll just show you my African violet which has just woken up again
and a rather fine cocoa goddess from Guatemala who I met in Assen , the other day .
It's just that there's a new bird perching outside my bedroom window this month and no , he doesn't tweet ... he wakes up at six every morning and starts bawling what sounds like
" Raviol-i "!!! , like some demented replacement Muppet chef . So now I'm going to eat a baked apple and lie down with my eyes closed and nod off ...
late summer landscapes
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