"April is the cruelest month" says Eliot at the opening of "The Waste Land", but sorry Mr. Thomas Stearns, I beg to differ this year - it has to be March.
You may remember that last Tuesday I said that Spring had come, that my friend G and I walked with the sun on our backs in glorious weather. Well, forget it. Today it is snowing, bitterly cold and set to continue.
So today I am giving you two photographs by way of comfort food should you happen to have a sweet tooth. Last night, twenty of us went out for dinner together to a local hostelry. Three courses.
Three courses at nine o'clock at night is just too much for me. I opted to leave out the pudding course, mainly because I do not have a particularly sweet tooth. Only a few people in the group missed out a course and I couldn't help noticing that the men who had only two courses missed out the savoury starter so that they could manage a pudding. Some of the men had three courses along the lines of - pork and ham terrine with chutney, steak and chips and sticky toffee pudding. By the time they were eating the pudding it was ten o'clock!
The farmer indulged in three courses, but at least he chose soup, chicken and three-way-brulee. All fairly light there then.
So I took a photograph of the farmer's brulee and also of friend, C's, sticky toffee pudding and ice cream.
Do you think men do have a sweeter tooth than women? Or maybe sweet puddings are comfort food - and if so do men need more comfort than women?
If I had to choose a comfort food it would probably be custard made from custard powder and full cream milk - or failing that a smoked, crisply fried, bacon sandwich. My mouth is watering at the thought - I have simple tastes.
The farmer has gone to the Auction Mart as there is an important Show and Sale of Prime Beasts this morning. All the cattle had to be there last night in pens, and judging began at 9.30 this morning. At the end of the judging the beasts are sold - some for meat, some for breeding, some for growing on. No doubt my butcher will be there to buy one of the prize winners - he usually has a rosette pinned on the front of the counter. At least if I buy my meat there I know that horse has been nowhere near - and that is my comfort.