Sunday

Winter is still with us, and still brutal. 

But I guess it could be worse, like Minneapolis.

 

I looked out early and it was obvious I was not going anywhere.

So I stayed in crocheting what is turning out to be - I think - the biggest Afghan I've made.  I'll take a picture when it is finished.

 

As I couldn't go running up the road for my Sunday take-out from Golden Corrall, I decided to re-purpose the odds and ends languishing in my fridge.

Cooked two salmon fillets yesterday which I couldn't finish.  I added what was left to a bit of cream cheese left in a container, and a manky looking lemon, and made a pate.

It was quite nice with some good bread, and will also be nice in a sandwich with some cucumber.

I had some stale raisin cinnamon bread, and about 3 cartons of eggs in the fridge, so made a very nice bread pudding, the custard part was made with about six eggs.  I really scoffed that.

The chicken stock had a very nice flavour, I'd made it from a rotisserie chicken.   I dragged the peas out from the back of the freezer, and used up the bit of cream.

A bit of mint mixed in might have been nice.   I thought of crisping up a bit of bacon to put on top, but didn't have the energy.   So these were my meals, not bad for leftovers.

 

If a doctor ever wants to put a stethoscope on me I'll tell him to get an antiseptic wipe.

 

And to finish - as I started - with the weather...........