Friday, 24 January 2020

Damp


The cyclamens I planted out  atop the garden wall are struggling to bloom in their water soaked pots and everything outside looks a sad and wet brown/green
This winter has been consistently damp  and depressing and today's day off ( sandwiched between long work days) has found me pottering.
I had half arranged to catch up with Jason the affable despot at the pub, but what  I think I need more is some soup making, a long hot bath and a few telephone calls and so we've made a raincheck until the next pub quiz night.
From the kitchen window I can see Albert braving the drizzle as he sits quietly watching a mole hill growing in the graveyard.
He's got a thing about the moles since their recent and rather surprising arrival at St Michael's.
The evening mist shrouded the village in an anti social blanket as dusk fell
And the smell of spiced butternut squash filled the kitchen



39 comments:

  1. May we have the recipe, please? Or are you a “bung it all in and hope for the best” type of cook? I love soup!

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    1. I butternut squash, cubed flesh roasted in olive oil and pepper and tiny bit nutmeg
      1 onion gently fried
      2 pints veg stock
      Salt
      I finely chopped chilli

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    2. Thanks! I’ll have a go x

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  2. Barbara Anne6:12 pm

    Lovely cyclamens and I imagine they add happy color and charm to the damp mizzling day and eve.

    Hope you have a good book to read as you enjoy your fragrant and delicious butternut squash soup with perhaps some music playing in the background?

    Hugs!

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    1. I'm reading max porters " Grief is the thing with feathers"
      A very moving read

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  3. it is damp and cold and nasty here. i canceled my plans and warmed up bowls of soup and i am hunkering in for the rest of this dreary day.

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    1. Affable despot jason hates to go out in winter

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  4. That soup will do you good.

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  5. It is a milestone to reach and pass when life can be enjoyed again on a damp day when no activities have been organised. I was thinking this today.

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  6. It's So muddy here John-endless mud-walks are squelchy,dogs filthy,me a right mess,downstairs mud but I did hear a woodpecker yesterday and saw snowdrops x

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    1. The snowdrops are up in the grave yard too

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  7. Feel free to send some damp (a lot of damp) this way. Enjoy your soup.

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  8. Sounds like a healing day.

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    1. I have to remember I'm 57 and two consecutive , physically busy shifts 12 hour shifts mean that the old body doesn't bounce back as quickly as it did when I was 35

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  9. January is a bit dull, I've seen a few clumps of snow drops and some early daffodils. Husband struggles in January X

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  10. "The evening mist shrouded the village in an anti social blanket as dusk fell..." You're good, you know. -Jenn

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  11. A phrase I remember from Morgan the Moon. by Max Boyce. describing Morgan's landing on the moon. " He landed , like linen " ....... wonderful. ...But no one saw him cos he landed on the dark side. haha . Good writer .Just love Max's poems and songs.

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  12. Sensible!

    How amazing and rewarding to have cyclamen bloom out doors---in *January*!

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  13. That would have been my choice too, John. And the cyclamen would be on the kitchen sill.

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  14. Butternut squash makes a wonderful soup. Rainy days are such good cooking and baking days. It is fulfilling in many ways.

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  15. Pottering is such a relaxing pastime no one is demanding your time you can do as you like at your own speed finish some chores or relax by the fire and indulge in your cozy home.

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  16. It is stinking hot here in Auckland, how I would love a bit of drizzle the gardens frazzled...I also pottered about as it was too blinking hot to venture outside for too long; I'm more of an English spring kind of girl. Butternut soup is gorgeous! Love the cyclamen.

    Jo in Auckland

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  17. I have a single rose drooping in my garden. Looks so sad. I make sweet potato and butternut squash soup with curry spices topped with homemade dukkah. Delish.

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  18. I’m imagining that cooking smell. Exquisite.

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  19. The cyclamen are positivity glowing.

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  20. "The evening mist shrouded the village in an anti social blanket as dusk fell And the smell of spiced butternut squash filled the kitchen" .... When's the book coming John? You are so good at this :-)

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  21. John - it is quite a while since I said it so I reiterate what Suzie above says: Get down to it - today;s post is a fine piece of writing - you can call it Diary of a Country/Welsh village - you would have readers clamouring for a second book. Type your best posts up in book form and send it to a publisher or get an agent. I am serious.

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