Successful gardening leave, in my humble opinion. The best form of therapy.
I said to my wife when she commended my efforts, “I’m not a pro, but I’m cheaper than the other guy.” I booked the other guy months ago, but he was another no-show. As usual, we learn that the best approach is to do it ourselves. I may still need the other guy for his …
Always the same mistake: consuming food from outside the home in Ramadan. Never can I resist that momentary temptation, succumbing to the spices and fried delights gifted by generous friends. But without fail, in the coming hours, I will be reminded of my folly, as my body recoils in discomfort and pain. A month of …
As true northerners, we break our fast with Yorkshire puddings.
Taking the family out for lunch, I naturally couldn’t resist a Turkish coffee to wash it down. Afterwards, I went to get my hair cut. What would they serve me on top of the hot towel and massage? Why, another complimentary Turkish coffee, of course!
Today, I think, I will do a spot of gardening, inshallah.
I spent the return journey of a day trip to Leicester thinking about cars. It was brought on by the sight of our friends’ eldest son’s bright yellow Mercedes turbo on their drive, complete with racing seats and personalised plate. As this was a young man we watched growing up, it got me thinking: why …
Back where we started. The post I fixed last summer held strong. But the next one along? Its turn to fail, wrecking my repairs. I suppose I will have to stump up the cash and get the lot properly repaired by a professional. Though perhaps I will wait for the winter storms to pass. Alas, …
The annual gathering. Fraternity and good food. Alhamdulilah.
I’m sure there’s much more blessing in my wife’s cooking. Whenever I cook, though it seems to take me ages, it never seems to fill us up. Just as I finish the washing up, it occurs to me, “I’m still hungry.” I’ll be making toast before bed.
My lunchbreak was spent making a hearty lentil soup. I don’t know if it will be any good. I just threw anything I could find in the pan. Necessity is the mother of invention.
I don’t know how I become so lazy in the culinary department. I used to be a dab hand in the kitchen. In the early days, I’d make all sorts. Cakes, pies, curry, pasta, roasts… you name it. My lemon meringue pie — completely from scratch — was famous. But those adventures, it seems, are …
A great discovery: Pastéis de Natas. Pretty much the Portuguese version of Laz Böreği. I bought six for my family for my return from the west country. These from Nata & Co. They went down a treat. Yum.
Poor thing has been neglected.
