St David's Day. Did spot someone yesterday returning from Saturday market with a bag of leeks, but thought only of lovely vegetable, not national flower. (In any case have never seen leeks flowering, despite obvious similarity to daffodils).
Make borsch. The Dutch - and quite possibly other countries, but the product from the Netherlands is what we see in the stores - sell a four pack of peeled and cooked beets, vacuum sealed with each beet a little smaller than a tennis ball. Not usually a fan of processed foods, but these aren't very processed. Inexpensive and very handy, with none of the disadvantages of the spongy, peel-wasting, red-handed mess of the supermarkets excuse for "fresh" beets. And beautiful soup.
Make borsch. The Dutch - and quite possibly other countries, but the product from the Netherlands is what we see in the stores - sell a four pack of peeled and cooked beets, vacuum sealed with each beet a little smaller than a tennis ball. Not usually a fan of processed foods, but these aren't very processed. Inexpensive and very handy, with none of the disadvantages of the spongy, peel-wasting, red-handed mess of the supermarkets excuse for "fresh" beets. And beautiful soup.
Incredibly prolonged period of violent coughing from one of the flats near us. Torn between desire to turn up the music to block out the distressing sounds and fear that more morally responsible people than I would provide some kind of assistance, if only calling for medical help. Comfort myself with the thought that choking to death is usually a nearly silent enterprise, so Heimlich manoeuvre (learned many years ago but never practised in operational circumstances) most probably not needed. Eventually coughing becames fainter and less persistent. Recovery? Exhaustion and death?
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