Ice Follies 2010
Jan. 3rd, 2010 10:49 amLate last night, I was smitten with a brilliant idea. I snuck downstairs and set a ham hock in the small slow cooker to stew all through the hours of darkness.
This morning I have stewed ham hock and stock in salty quantities. Which are the basic makings of a London Particular, or pea-and-ham soup.
The tragedy of all this is that they are not the only makings of a London Particular. Yellow split peas are in the store cupboard as a matter of course, but I still need carrots! And leeks! And celery! And bacon! And breadflour!!
All of which is a long way of saying that having initiated the soup-making process during a moment of madness last night, I now have to go out into the snow to shop.
It is possible that I may freeze before I fall over; it is far more likely that I will fall first, and freeze afterwards. I think the first would be preferable, but at least if the latter pertains I shall have time to ponder on why we say afterwards but never beforewards, before I die.
You may want to thaw me out before you cremate me.
By all that you hold holy, look after the boys...
This morning I have stewed ham hock and stock in salty quantities. Which are the basic makings of a London Particular, or pea-and-ham soup.
The tragedy of all this is that they are not the only makings of a London Particular. Yellow split peas are in the store cupboard as a matter of course, but I still need carrots! And leeks! And celery! And bacon! And breadflour!!
All of which is a long way of saying that having initiated the soup-making process during a moment of madness last night, I now have to go out into the snow to shop.
It is possible that I may freeze before I fall over; it is far more likely that I will fall first, and freeze afterwards. I think the first would be preferable, but at least if the latter pertains I shall have time to ponder on why we say afterwards but never beforewards, before I die.
You may want to thaw me out before you cremate me.
By all that you hold holy, look after the boys...