It was our village coffee morning this morning and it struck me just what a useful and good occasion it really is. Because I have not lived in the village for some years - on the farm I lived just outside the village boundary and now I live in the neighbouring town about a mile away - there are many folk there I don't know. But that doesn't matter in the least - everyone is friendly,everyone chats to you, all kinds of subjects crop up in the conversation and it passes an hour and a half on a Saturday morning once a month. And in addition A always makes her turkey and red lentil lasagnes, I always buy two, eat one for my lunch and freeze the other one. Today was no exception.
Now, as an experiment, I have a Ratatouille in my slow cooker. I don't know what it will taste like but it certainly smells good. As I am out to lunch tomorrow and again on Monday I shall probably just have a taste and then freeze the rest because the recipe tells me it freezes well and tastes even better when reheated. We shall see. But P, if you are reading this, this may well appear on the menu when you both come to stay in three weeks time.
Today has really been a 'proper' Spring Day. The sun has shone all day, there has not been a breath of wind and I still have not put the central heating on at 7pm. Tess has had three walks, one of them down the fields and she also came to the Coffee morning with me (she likes that because somebody always gives her a biscuit) (you know who you are). A few days of this weather and I think we will all feel better for it.