Wake up to find that the promised storms are all around us but the radar shows Cyprus in a magic circle untouched. Continues like that most of the day, in our part of the country at least. Cloudy, and windy at times, but only the occasional bit of rain. Still, not a particularly attractive day, so we decide to cosy in.
A good time for making lemon curd. Have the ingredients. The only difficulty is there’s really nothing to measure with so go with estimates. One of the spoons looks like two teaspoons, making twelve of them a quarter cup. Proportions should be right anyway. And the eggs are medium so assuming three instead of two. Turns out fine. The only odd bit is that the eggs are free range, with yolks such a deep orange they’re almost red. So the result is more the colour of apricot than lemon, as the butter is a pretty pale colour and so, obviously, is lemon juice. Delicious, though. We’re also almost out of bread, that being down to how good the sourdough bread from the bakery was and what a short time it took us to eat it.
So resort to making Irish soda bread. Do this all the time at home but no oven here, so frying pan means farls - flat quarter rounds but essentially the same ingredients as in a loaf. And quite probably the way my great great great grandmother made it, though more likely over an open fire. Bit of experimenting, but it’s a keeper.
And J makes pea soup. So perfect inside day. Definite rain in the evening and can see the streets flooding outside, as they always do with any significant amount of rain. But not at all bad for Friday the thirteenth.