A visitor, a welcome visitor is staying once again with us.
She has been a part of my life for many years now, since a babe in arms. I've wiped her snotty nose and let her play at mum. I've watched her forward steps and many of her backward ones too, but i have always known she'd turn into a competent butterfly.
She often visits when she is at her most fragile and we have found that at those times good food can ease the soul.
Hearty breakfasts of bacon, eggs and mushrooms, thick slices of bread smeared generously with salty butter washed down with copious mugs of milky tea.......a grand necessity after the alcohol consummed the night before.
Lunch is in the aga...leg of lamb, well seasoned with garlic, salt and pepper laid on a bed of apricots......makes a fantastic sauce! This will be served with runner beans and carrots and lots of buttery mash.
For desert we're having pancakes with a lemon cream.
Heart attack tomorrow!
For supper i thought some rich brandy and herb pate with melba toast, watercress and best kalamata olives.....and undoubtedly more bottles of good French red wine.
Double heart attack and kydney failure to boot!
Lots of laughter, a smattering of sunshine and a whiff of country air should send her back to the big smoke rearmed and equiped once more to battle on.
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God I hate mornings viewed through a blurred window of hangover pain.
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