Monday 17th March - Winter

Breakfast 

I have solved the conundrum of finding the perfect Breakfast with no dairy, wholegrains or eggs, but substantial enough to 'line the stomach' as they used to say to avoid getting  upsets from my morning iron supplements;

Bara Brith!

It's only a small piece. There's a tiny amount of milk in my coffee, and you need an egg to make a 2lb loaf of Bara Brith, but I reckon that's probably too small a quantity of either to count.

Then, an hour later, I can have a proper breakfast of porridge and a pot of tea, or maybe more coffee. 

What I want to avoid is putting on weight from having two good breakfasts a day!

Supper

I tried a Nigella; sardines and spaghetti 

(Do you remember how we used to say 'I'm cooking a Delia tonight'?)

It's basically a tin of sardines in tomato sauce heated up and tossed through cooked spaghetti. She improves it with chopped spring onions, lemon zest and garlic cooked together in a little olive oil, mixing in the sardines in tomato sauce and heating this all up together.

I always remove the bones from tinned sardines; I hate finding crunchy bits when I'm eating them in pate, or on toast, or, now, mixed in spaghetti! Definitely something we'll have again. 

Cold weather

BB commented that March was the month when one could experience every season over the weeks.

Today was winter...

Once the sleet and icy rain showers were over, it was still, and cold, and grey, and... Winter.

We went out in-between the rain to get some errands done, and visit a fairly local art showroom for a few bits and pieces. I used to drive the route every week as a peri music teacher. It's full of memories;

'It was about here that I took the car swimming' I remarked; the puddle had gecome a flood across the road, much worse around the bend. My heart was in my mouth as I persuaded the car onwards, past a very cross man standing next to his BMW that hadn't made it through...

'This is the place I was forced off the road by two van drivers racing each other over the brow of the hill,' -luckily it was the spot where the verge broadened out enough for ne to swerve onto it'

And there was the time that it began to snow... gently at first  but then it became thick and scary.... I arrived to find the school had closed... there was nothing else I could do but to turn round and make my way home through the winter wonderland!

Music

The Ceremony of Carols by Benjamin Britten is my favourite music for Christmas. 

The incomparable Ossian Ellis, playing the Interlude.

For me it encapsulates Christmas Eve, now so many weeks ago. 

Oh how I long for Spring!