Food, Zedulous food

 More food.  Some of the family will come for lunch tomorrow.  I don't often buy meat, though I eat it, but I've decided to cook the first Sunday roast of the year - pork in this instance, followed by Queen of Puddings, which is Dilly's favourite and has the advantage of using up a glut of eggs, plus a rhubarb crumble with home-grown rhubarb.  

Walking to the butcher's, I passed the fishmonger and we smiled at each other, so then I wanted fish, of course.  I called in on my way back and decided on some Cornish squid.  Then I noticed the dish of seaweed, three different sorts.  I've never cooked with seaweed, I said, so it's about time I did.  No idea what to do with it yet, but I'll find out.  

Then to the greengrocer and I saw the asparagus.  I can hardly believe that there is English asparagus in the third week in March.  It didn't have a price on it.  If I'd asked, I'd probably have been too alarmed to buy it, so I didn't ask.  Comparing notes with Wink afterwards, she made the same decision.  Then I spotted the lion's mane mushroom.  The thing is, when an independent greengrocer decides to buy in something expensive, he has to sell most of it to break even.  It's not on sale or return and it's very perishable.  So I bought some of that too, along with the veggies for tomorrow.  

The bantams have been laying very well recently, but they're going broody, so it'll all pause while they ponder their maternal instincts.  I really must do something about finding a nice cockerel, so that I can let them rear some chicks.

I put the tortoises in their outdoor run on Thursday.  It's chilly overnight, but they've got a choice of two shelters (and they each have opted for a different one).  They're out and about all day and much happier than in their comfortable, spacious indoor run.  Wild animals in captivity deserve the most natural conditions possible.  I feel guilty about having them at all, but I'm stuck with them, so do my best.  

When the going gets tough, Z cooks. And eats. And drinks.

 One used to say, it'll all be the same in a hundred years.  I don't think we have that sort of certainty any more.  I'm concerned for my grandchildren, of course, but there's nothing I can do about it.  The cousin of a friend (no one I know personally) went out to the Middle East  for the birth of her grandchild, a few weeks ago and now she and her family are stuck there.  The daughter of another friend, along with her own two daughters, lives there and she's stuck too.  We think we have a sort of control over our lives until something happens to prove that there's nothing, we may be helpless.

I'm so relieved that my propane tank was filled in February.  It cost over £2,700 but it would be double that now.  No idea what it might cost next time, but that's a long time away.

I have things to do today, but I cooked instead.  I still need to do the admin, but I pretended that cookery mattered more.  And at least it was practical.  I made leek, celery and a little potato soup, tomato and onion (with spices) curry sauce - it's a fabulous Madhur Jaffrey recipe that is supposed to go with hardboiled eggs, but actually goes with many other things - and spicy masala potatoes, from a newspaper recipe that I cut out 20 years or so ago.  I had eggs to use up and a bunch of coriander leaves, the rest was all basic stuff that I have all the time.  I'll freeze a lot and still use some of it every day next week.

Then I had cheese, lovely local cheese with homemade bread, for lunch and some wine.  Cheap, the wine, but palatable.  I should get on with the paperwork and housework.  I'll do some of it, anyway.  

Blog party planning

 I'm very slowly starting to take back control, which is overdue.  I look fine and behave normally, but I'm in quite a state underneath, largely because of people thinking it's fine to treat an elderly widow with contempt.  Not everyone by any means, but enough.  But the email I sent today, which I had resolved to do on Sunday at the absolute latest (but I read instead) is nothing like that.  It's just for information, but then I'll have to do something with the information...

Anyway, I've finally turned my attention to this year's blog party.  June would suit me best, preferably not the second weekend.  So, the 6th, 20th or 27th.  I'm not sure if anyone who reads this is likely to come, I communicate mostly with ex-bloggers on Facebook now - or Instagram, but reluctantly as the app is even worse than FB and I can't cope with much social media nowadays, it's all been monetised so much that there's no room for friendship.

If you would like to come, please let me know which date suits you.  As ever, you're welcome to stay.

Z pushes back

 I'm looking after myself.  I hope it'll help.  Yesterday evening, we went to a fabulous recital with Jonathan Lemalu as the singer and a really excellent accompanist on the piano, Kathryn Mosley. Despite a road closure on the way home, which my satnav didn't recognise, so creative navigating was required, it was an excellent evening.  Today, I have mostly read.  Reading a book in a day has always soothed me, but I've got out of the habit - and it wasn't accurate anyway, it wasn't one day.  I started it two days ago, but hadn't had time to progress past the first 50 pages,  I sat down after lunch and finished it in a sitting.  Lovely book.  "Of Thorn & Briar," it's called, by Paul Lamb, who is a traditional hedgelayer.

I might have seen him, a few years ago.  I was driving between Wink's home and her office and, at the side of the back road, a hedge was being layered very neatly and professionally.  I can't think that many people do that job for a living any more.  I wanted to stop and speak to him but there was traffic behind me and I had to be somewhere soon - I've always regretted not going back.  Anyway, it's @westcountry_hedgelayer and he has quite an Instagram following (I hate the Insta app so, whilst I have it, I don't use it much) and I admire him very much.

I had work to do today, but I mattered more.  So, though I will regret having left it, I was right to put myself first.  

Chin up, darlings.  It's springtime.  It'll get better.  But now, though it's only 8 o'clock, I'm going to have a bath and then go to bed.

Thinking of having my hair cut shorter.