Friday, March 27, 2009
Left overs
The other day we found ourselves with a modest amount of left over chicken (on the bone) and a modest amount of pork (off the bone). Neither was enough for a meal on its own. A problem. But much musing on the bicycle led to an entirely satisfactory conclusion. Harking back to our days of camping in the Vendee, took four slices of organic back bacon from Mr S. Gently fry in about an ounce of butter. Add several onions, finely chopped. Some minutes later add several large tomatoes, finely chopped.
Meanwhile strip the chicken carcase, crunch up the bones and boil them up with a few more onions, mashing occasionally with the potato masher. After a while one has some decent stock, which one adds to the foregoing. Add some carrots sliced at 5mm intervals. Simmer them for about 15 minutes then add the coarsely chopped chicken meat and pork. Warm through and add some coarsely chopped mushrooms. Serve with white rice and white cabbage. A heart-warming savoury farm-house stew. Just as mother used to make. Worthy of inclusion in the range of tins supplied by Mr. Campbell.
Not so impressed to see from our local free paper that there is some gang in Leatherhead which nurses damaged foxes back to life and releases them back into the wild, that is to say into our suburban gardens. We make rules about lots of other things, why can't we make rules about these people?
Not so impressed either by my driving skills. Attempted a car park in Kingston with the new vehicle and scored ten tyre hits out of twelve ramps. Mystery how people with bigger cars - of which there are lots - manage. But from our new driving seat, I can't see the end of the bonnet and find it hard to judge the turns. I think about one of those gizmos which beeps when a corner of the car gets near something, but I am not sure that it would help in the case of the car park ramps. It is not going to beep at the kerb, rather at the concrete wall a foot or so behind the kerb which is not going to be much help at all. I can manage not to hit the wall already. A driving lession perhaps? Would a driving instructor take my problem seriously? Would he be able to help with it? More reflection needed. In the meantime, the mitigation is not to go shopping, so that might no be too painful.
Meanwhile strip the chicken carcase, crunch up the bones and boil them up with a few more onions, mashing occasionally with the potato masher. After a while one has some decent stock, which one adds to the foregoing. Add some carrots sliced at 5mm intervals. Simmer them for about 15 minutes then add the coarsely chopped chicken meat and pork. Warm through and add some coarsely chopped mushrooms. Serve with white rice and white cabbage. A heart-warming savoury farm-house stew. Just as mother used to make. Worthy of inclusion in the range of tins supplied by Mr. Campbell.
Not so impressed to see from our local free paper that there is some gang in Leatherhead which nurses damaged foxes back to life and releases them back into the wild, that is to say into our suburban gardens. We make rules about lots of other things, why can't we make rules about these people?
Not so impressed either by my driving skills. Attempted a car park in Kingston with the new vehicle and scored ten tyre hits out of twelve ramps. Mystery how people with bigger cars - of which there are lots - manage. But from our new driving seat, I can't see the end of the bonnet and find it hard to judge the turns. I think about one of those gizmos which beeps when a corner of the car gets near something, but I am not sure that it would help in the case of the car park ramps. It is not going to beep at the kerb, rather at the concrete wall a foot or so behind the kerb which is not going to be much help at all. I can manage not to hit the wall already. A driving lession perhaps? Would a driving instructor take my problem seriously? Would he be able to help with it? More reflection needed. In the meantime, the mitigation is not to go shopping, so that might no be too painful.
# posted by Jim @ 1:21 AM 
