Rooibos tea
FSL got some Redbush original and
Redbush Citrus teabag samples through the post (thanks, kid). The
citrus is very good. Recommended. With the sample teabags came a
leaflet extolling the virtues of the teas, the soaps and other
products (can't see PG Tips or Tetley expanding into cosmetics,
although Tetley do beer, I think), and setting out why we should buy
gallons of the stuff, and how fairtrade the treatment of the growers
is.
I noticed how photogenic the teas are,
in clear pots and glass teacups, not a cosy or a drop of milk in
sight. They look as if they'd be at home alongside some posh and
healthy nosh, while the good old English cuppa looks like a cup of
dirty brown murk in comparison, more at home next to a plate of
sausage sandwiches or a full English breakfast. Café tea was quite
something, pots topped up at various times with leaves and hot water,
big white mugs, full-fat milk, two sugars. Now even cafés have
succumbed to the teabag, often with the added logistical problem of
finding somewhere to dump the bag before the tea's stewed; and worse
the nightmare of finding the unexpected bag at the bottom after
wondering why the tea was growing slowly stronger and more bitter
with each gulp.
Not pretty, but there's a 50 in the
scorebook
Against Gills Green, too. Among our
toughest opponents. It was ground out. It seemed to take an age,
their bowling was very tight and, frankly, too good for the likes of
us. I did a lot of that playing and missing stuff. I edged one
straight between the keeper and the slips, and the keeper dropped
another one. Generally I hit the ball along the ground, which was
pleasing, and I had a bit of luck with the odd miss-hit not going to
the fielders. There were some decent thumps of the ball along the way, though, and
it's fantastic to have a 50 against your name (none for me last year,
a couple in the 40's and a 48 was a close as I got) and one in the
first tour game last year.
The thing with batting is that one slip
in execution, judgement, or concentration is often enough to to end
your innings. I find this very tiring, and after a while I know I'm
at greater risk of just such errors through fatigue, physical and
mental. I'm dead tired now.
Gherkins
Despite outward appearances, and a
craving for gherkins, I'm sure I'm not pregnant. Just craving
gherkins.
Tabasco chicken pies
Kiz got me the Tabasco cookbook
(thanks, kid) and tonight I've had the chicken pies with sugarsnap
peas. I added some mushrooms, because chicken proved a bit scarce in
these here parts this evening. I used the smoky chipotle Tabasco Kiz
brought last weekend (thanks, kid) instead of the original the recipe
suggested, and replaced the tinned chicken soup with crème frache,
but otherwise followed the guidelines to the letter, and I've just
had a very tasty and unusually hot chicken pie, and I'm going to eat
the second one before turning in, watching The Skin I Live In, a
hugely atmospheric and mesmerising film.
No comments:
Post a Comment