My bones tell me it is time to get out the vests and the long johns......Well, it is only just a little over 6 weeks to Christmas.....and we have had a few frosty mornings. Winter is upon us.
Vests, I still haven't found one to suit me, so I am using a Tshirt that found its way into the wash with something red......the Tshirt was originally white, but it is now a blushing pink....but sort of shaded....not a uniform colour. That doesn't matter because I don't plan on letting anyone see it.
Long Johns, well they are black and thermal.
They do seem to keep my creaky knees warm, and therefore, a bit less creaky.
Just as important in keeping the cold out is fuel.....what we put inside.
On Saturday we had our usual jaunt to Bury Market.
I was passing Katsouri's just as a huge pan of pea and ham soup was brought up from their kitchen.
It looked and smelled delicious.
Himself passed a stall that sold cooked ham shanks...he asked if he should get one......and was in the queue before I could give a nod of approval(as if my approval really mattered).
The hot ham shank was put into a foil bag, but its aroma tormented us all the way home on the bus.
When we arrived home, it was still warm. Himself sliced some thick, juicy chunks off it and put them on a fresh barm cake......he made a mug of strong tea, and sat there in the chair with a satisfied smirk on his face.
When I had gone to bed Saturday night there was still a good chunk of meat on the bone, but come Sunday morning this had shrunk quite a lot.
I decided he wasn't having it all to himself......to eat as a snack! I measured out some dried peas, a bit of barley, I sliced up a fair sized leek and a couple of carrots and tossed the lot into my biggest of pans......and plopped the rest of the ham shank in with it....a stock cube went into the pan and I filled it up with water and put it on the hob to gently simmer.
I caught himself scanning the contents of the fridge for another go at the meaty bone...I grinned and pointed to the big pan of bubbling liquid.
By Monday we had a great panful of 'stick to the ribs' pea soup.
It looked every bit as good as the stuff on sale at Katsouri's.
Himself had a bowlful for lunch on Monday...with a toasted cheese teacake....he said it wasn't very good.(HOW VERY DARE HE?)
I hadn't put any green cabbage in.
I told him it wasn't broth - it was pea and ham soup. I told him that cabbage doesn't feature in pea and ham soup.
Anyway, if it wasn't so good, why did he have another bowlful?
I have finished the dregs of the soup today for my lunch....and it was delicious, warming and filling......better than any vest or long johns.
Vests, I still haven't found one to suit me, so I am using a Tshirt that found its way into the wash with something red......the Tshirt was originally white, but it is now a blushing pink....but sort of shaded....not a uniform colour. That doesn't matter because I don't plan on letting anyone see it.
Long Johns, well they are black and thermal.
They do seem to keep my creaky knees warm, and therefore, a bit less creaky.
Just as important in keeping the cold out is fuel.....what we put inside.
On Saturday we had our usual jaunt to Bury Market.
I was passing Katsouri's just as a huge pan of pea and ham soup was brought up from their kitchen.
It looked and smelled delicious.
Himself passed a stall that sold cooked ham shanks...he asked if he should get one......and was in the queue before I could give a nod of approval(as if my approval really mattered).
The hot ham shank was put into a foil bag, but its aroma tormented us all the way home on the bus.
When we arrived home, it was still warm. Himself sliced some thick, juicy chunks off it and put them on a fresh barm cake......he made a mug of strong tea, and sat there in the chair with a satisfied smirk on his face.
When I had gone to bed Saturday night there was still a good chunk of meat on the bone, but come Sunday morning this had shrunk quite a lot.
I decided he wasn't having it all to himself......to eat as a snack! I measured out some dried peas, a bit of barley, I sliced up a fair sized leek and a couple of carrots and tossed the lot into my biggest of pans......and plopped the rest of the ham shank in with it....a stock cube went into the pan and I filled it up with water and put it on the hob to gently simmer.
I caught himself scanning the contents of the fridge for another go at the meaty bone...I grinned and pointed to the big pan of bubbling liquid.
By Monday we had a great panful of 'stick to the ribs' pea soup.
It looked every bit as good as the stuff on sale at Katsouri's.
Himself had a bowlful for lunch on Monday...with a toasted cheese teacake....he said it wasn't very good.(HOW VERY DARE HE?)
I hadn't put any green cabbage in.
I told him it wasn't broth - it was pea and ham soup. I told him that cabbage doesn't feature in pea and ham soup.
Anyway, if it wasn't so good, why did he have another bowlful?
I have finished the dregs of the soup today for my lunch....and it was delicious, warming and filling......better than any vest or long johns.
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