Feed me, Seymour
May. 1st, 2004 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaI like people. People give me food.
Yesterday, I pottered over to the house of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grumblesmurf and beckyl for tea.
At the bottom of their garden is a tame stretch of river, which chuckles along quite happily to itself. And ensconced upon it is a pair of swans, with five extremely fluffy and surprised-looking swanlets. The adults looked a bit haughty at the offered bread, but the cyglings seemed quite happy to take on slices that were considerably larger than they were. It's really good to be able to get that close to swans - without losing a limb - and I wished I'd had my camera with me. As it was, I had to content myself with laughing at the cats, who don't seem to have worked out yet that the swans are not going to let them play with the cygnets.
And, I'm reliably informed, it's duck-raping season. I assume this is only open to other ducks. Certainly there seemed to be an unnecessary amount of flapping about, feathers flying, irate quacking and haughty females heading off in high dudgeon.
And next to the river is a tree, which apparently has a large, water-filled hollow which acts as a beer-cooler (when the resident frog hops out). And if that isn't evidence of a benevolent deity (via a Babelfish-style argument), I don't know what is.
When Grumblesmurf and Beckyl first moved into the house, I vaguely remember there being talk of a room which was big enough to contain a pool table. There is, and it now does. So, while Grumblesmurf relegated himself to kitchen duties, Beckyl and I played pool and chatted, ably assisted by such cats as weren't attempting to interview parts of the dinner. Which is terribly civilised; dammit when I'm grown up, I want a pool table.
Now, when Grumblesmurf described dinner as "fish and strawberries", I have to admit I kind of assumed he was talking about two separate courses. I mean, strawberries and fish, they go together like cream and bicycles, right ? But no. Hake in strawberry sauce, which was really rather impressive. And sweet potatoes, which I love - why on earth do I never think to buy them ? I guess I shouldn't be so surprised by the strawberries as Felix used often to put them in curries, so I'm aware that they're allowed to turn up in savoury dishes. It's just not something I ever think of doing, because... well, y'know, it's faintly wrong, innit ?
It has reminded me, though, that I've not been doing all that much cooking of late. And that I need to be more adventurous with it :)
Thanks to both of them, though, I had a really nice evening.
And then tonight, when I got home from work I found that Frances had saved some cauliflower cheese, and kept it warm for me in the oven.
Hurray for other people cooking.
Yesterday, I pottered over to the house of
grumblesmurf and beckyl for tea. At the bottom of their garden is a tame stretch of river, which chuckles along quite happily to itself. And ensconced upon it is a pair of swans, with five extremely fluffy and surprised-looking swanlets. The adults looked a bit haughty at the offered bread, but the cyglings seemed quite happy to take on slices that were considerably larger than they were. It's really good to be able to get that close to swans - without losing a limb - and I wished I'd had my camera with me. As it was, I had to content myself with laughing at the cats, who don't seem to have worked out yet that the swans are not going to let them play with the cygnets.
And, I'm reliably informed, it's duck-raping season. I assume this is only open to other ducks. Certainly there seemed to be an unnecessary amount of flapping about, feathers flying, irate quacking and haughty females heading off in high dudgeon.
And next to the river is a tree, which apparently has a large, water-filled hollow which acts as a beer-cooler (when the resident frog hops out). And if that isn't evidence of a benevolent deity (via a Babelfish-style argument), I don't know what is.
When Grumblesmurf and Beckyl first moved into the house, I vaguely remember there being talk of a room which was big enough to contain a pool table. There is, and it now does. So, while Grumblesmurf relegated himself to kitchen duties, Beckyl and I played pool and chatted, ably assisted by such cats as weren't attempting to interview parts of the dinner. Which is terribly civilised; dammit when I'm grown up, I want a pool table.
Now, when Grumblesmurf described dinner as "fish and strawberries", I have to admit I kind of assumed he was talking about two separate courses. I mean, strawberries and fish, they go together like cream and bicycles, right ? But no. Hake in strawberry sauce, which was really rather impressive. And sweet potatoes, which I love - why on earth do I never think to buy them ? I guess I shouldn't be so surprised by the strawberries as Felix used often to put them in curries, so I'm aware that they're allowed to turn up in savoury dishes. It's just not something I ever think of doing, because... well, y'know, it's faintly wrong, innit ?
It has reminded me, though, that I've not been doing all that much cooking of late. And that I need to be more adventurous with it :)
Thanks to both of them, though, I had a really nice evening.
And then tonight, when I got home from work I found that Frances had saved some cauliflower cheese, and kept it warm for me in the oven.
Hurray for other people cooking.
