I've just finished watching Fantastic Mr Fox. If I had seen this film sooner, I would have used him as 'an example of an entrepreneur that I find interesting' for one of the B3 tutorial activities, but it's a little late in the day, month, year... Thievery aspect aside; what a cool fox!
Also, having just completely run down my spirit cupboard to a mere empty bottle collection, I was given an unexpected gift today from someone I have never even met. A bottle of Polish mint flavoured vodka, that I am apparently to drink with apple juice. I am more than grateful, though a little unsure about opening it, as feel a bit obligated to like it.
The weekly vegbox arrived this morning, with yet another celeriac. We still have half of the one from last week, which was only a little smaller than my head. If anything, that has been the main disappointment of the day, so I'm really not feeling that hard done by at all. In fact I almost feel a sense of guilt to the celeriac for having singled it out, when in fact the endless supply of potatoes and parsnips is equally draining at times. Please don't take it rootally. I initially switched 'person' for 'veg' but that had an unintended rude ring to it somehow, so I switched it.
I feel just about ready to start studying now. Just about.
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I enjoyed your blog. Am trying to think of a good recipe which includes celeriac but only mash comes to mind.....and that doesn't taste so good either!New comment
Thanks!!
Apparently, in the early days of our relationship, I enjoyed eating 'celeriac and lancashire cheese bread', with stew. I have to be honest, I'm not sure whether my enjoyment was based on feeling a need to be polite when we were first together, or genuine pleasure. I know I lied about the condensed mushroom soup and tarragon on toast, which sends shivers down my spine. Well in fairness, it was a bit of a sardine moment. The first bite was a 'oh! It's not as bad as it sounds', the second bite was a 'ooh,... you only need a little bit though' and the third bite was 'ergh, it's worse than it sounds, yuk'.
So we're going to try the bread again. I may even mention it here, particularly if it goes amusingly wrong, as things are prone to doing in this house
We're never doing the soup thing again. In fact, we've had a tin of mushroom soup in the cupboard ever since. In a strange way I feel it marks our growth as a couple, in not using it! I realise sometimes that I am indeed ridiculous