The home-made pea and potato soup was magnificent. Seems I must have
got the balance of ingredients spot on. I rarely measure things, you see
(except when I make a rare foray into baking which I consider woman’s work and a
complete mystery.) I just toss in what looks about right. Sometimes it is, and
sometimes it isn’t. Today it was.
Must take a ramble around the Shire when I’ve washed the
dishes – see whether I can find something interesting to say. I’m having
trouble with that today. The village fete and the Lady Bella are hard acts to
follow, it seems.
2 comments:
Baking isn't always a woman's work. God knows, I get impatient having to measure this and that. Sounds like you just used an impromptu version of cooking and it worked out fine for you. I love soup on cold days. It's been so hot here, that I might make a gazpacho soup though.
The 'woman's work' thing was just my sense of humour, Wendy - 'I'm a poor, simple male and can't manage complicated things like baking.'
I've never had gazpacho soup. It sounds cold, and I don't think I'd like that. It's rarely hot enough in Britain to shy away from hot soup.
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