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flemmings ([personal profile] flemmings) wrote2022-12-11 08:02 pm
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Snowed this morning. Good neighbour Chris shovelled my walk and steps. If I can move this week I must buy him a thank you present of some kind. The usual bottle of wine is fine but I'm never sure about buying alcohol for people with Iranian SigOths. Even Prof Islamic Studies though not Muslim- Zoroastrian, maybe, or Christian Gnostic-- doesn't  drink, or if he does, doesn't put his bottles out for the Chinese grannies or Italian signoras to pick up.

Have written and posted my long distance cards, and am fighting inertia to do the local ones. All I want to do is sit on the couch with beanbags  wrapped about my achy bits and read Mrs. Bradley. Did succeed in doing a long-delayed dark wash and in making what was supposed to be a curried ginger, squash, apple and sweet potato soup. But the ginger had gone green, somehow I had no cumin seeds, I held off on adding the sweet potato until the squash was properly softened, then left it to simmer for too long and let it burn. Luckily it was in a teflon pot and certainly the onions were beautifully caramelised. I'd also picked up a package of bruised pears from the Used Produce display and thrown them in with the rest, and they definitely added a certain je ne sais quoi to the mix.