A weekend of weddings, of assessing the full damage the cold winter or The Hound have done to the garden.
My heart is no longer bleeding, i am bereft. Just a patch of earth where once stood a huge plant, that was cut and used in countless weddings. The delphiniums are no more, but bronze fennel stands tall and proud, gently swaying in the wind and scenting the air with aniseed. I used a few pieces in a bridal bouquet, the rest was stuffed into trout and roasted.
I had meant to make baba ganoush, but it seems you cant buy tahini in Rutland. Instead the aubergines were roasted in cumin and zatar and lugs of oil. The aubergines soak up all the oil, which has health freaks running for the hills, but that is why they taste so good. I compromise by heating the oil in the oven first, it goes further. Then whilst still hot, squeeze over the juice of a lemon, fresh mint, and a crumbling of feta.
This morning my hair dryer burst into flames, terrifying. I have put it in the garden.
Also i have had enough of hayfever now, dosing oneself up with anti-histamine and inhalers is dull. I never used to suffer, i once sold a drug for hayfever, and thought anyone that had it was just a wimp. It's USP was that it was thixotropic,not a word have really used since, but quite good for scrabble.
and then a strange thing, i was reading a book and there was Bert. not literally, as it was only a paperback and not a comedy man sized book, but in black and white. Page 108.
This song has been on a loop all weekend.
How was your Bank holiday, did you condense it all into 1 day like us? Can it really be that the wedding was only last Friday?
Posted by Miss Pickering at 11:20 AM