As birthday’s go, it was fab – as weather goes, it sucked. thought the risotto matched the day – a bit grey, but seriously good. A whole punnet of mixed mushrooms (those fancy ones you can’t quite identify but probably know to be oyster or ceps), arborio rice, stock, onion, fresh thyme, parmesan, a big tablespoon of creme fraiche and a glug of wine. Wishing there was leftovers, but there aren’t.
My philosphy, try everything once (well nearly everything) – the lucky virgin yesterday was Morecambe. Morecambe in high summer.
Buckets and spades, and icecream cones dripping in the blistering heat. Sand in your picnic and factor 20.
To some this may not look glorious. To the trained eye (mine) it was. Perfection in otherwise less than perfect day.
Afternoon tea – sandwiches smoked salmon and cucumber with cream cheese, homemade scone with clotted cream (feel those arteries hardening), dark chocolate profiterole with chantilly cream, homemade vienesse biscuits and sticky carrot cake like no other I’ve tasted. To the sounds of swing and big band numbers – stepped back in time – pretended I was one of the original bright young things, living in the 1930s and just back from a game of tennis. Ah we can all dream.
It can look like this!
Felt the blog needed a little shot of colour – pink from my homegrown pink fur.
Not quite Barbie pink – nicer!