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ramtops and I split, chopped, weighed, bagged and froze half a cow we had collected from Steve Rawlings, just outside Telford, on Saturday. It was half a very small cow, even by Dexter standards, and fitted (just) into two freezer drawers. Should keep us going with cow parts for the next year or so.
Mac made us cheese scones for lunch, and I spent a fair chunk of the afternoon weeding the front garden - that my thighs are aching still from the squatting is a sign that I don’t do this often enough - while Mac continued with a cooking frenzy, boiling a gammon and making the Boy Oliver’s pork goulash with boiled potatoes and red cabbage for us tea. This was utterly splendid and recommended without reservation, and washed down with a celebratory bottle of Pelorus. The pork came from Ludlow Food Centre (we stopped there on our way home on Saturday) and was very good; the same couldn’t be said for the elderflower and lime cheesecake from the same source that we finished our meal with. Very ordinary, too sweet, and a general disappointment.
We ended the evening with Tampopo; I’ve not seen it for years (VHS, forsooth!), but it’s as beautifully observed and filmed as I remembered. I love the gangster’s final scene: yam sausage…
A good day.
ramtops and I split, chopped, weighed, bagged and froze half a cow we had collected from Steve Rawlings, just outside Telford, on Saturday. It was half a very small cow, even by Dexter standards, and fitted (just) into two freezer drawers. Should keep us going with cow parts for the next year or so.Mac made us cheese scones for lunch, and I spent a fair chunk of the afternoon weeding the front garden - that my thighs are aching still from the squatting is a sign that I don’t do this often enough - while Mac continued with a cooking frenzy, boiling a gammon and making the Boy Oliver’s pork goulash with boiled potatoes and red cabbage for us tea. This was utterly splendid and recommended without reservation, and washed down with a celebratory bottle of Pelorus. The pork came from Ludlow Food Centre (we stopped there on our way home on Saturday) and was very good; the same couldn’t be said for the elderflower and lime cheesecake from the same source that we finished our meal with. Very ordinary, too sweet, and a general disappointment.
We ended the evening with Tampopo; I’ve not seen it for years (VHS, forsooth!), but it’s as beautifully observed and filmed as I remembered. I love the gangster’s final scene: yam sausage…
A good day.