You can also just see in the background of the picture, that I made some Lemon Curd today, the first since Christmas. I was kind of forced into it because the 'washes off with a damp cloth' chalk pen, doesn't. I tried to cross it through with ordinary chalk but people choose not to register that. So I had quite a few requests building up and making it felt quite Spring like and fresh. Hope I sell it all though, 6 week shelf life and all that. Trev won't mind if I don't as he has no problem with eating any spares. Easter is the first week in April this year so it will be in demand then no doubt. Easter is almost as big as Christmas now for celebrating with family and friends. You can't beat cold Lemon Curd on warm toast or croissants and it is an elegant alternative to all that grilling and frying of a full English!
Finally got around to making some Fiery Bengal Chutney this morning. Now, I hate making this, I prevaricate, clean things, sort out drawers, answer all my emails - anything but get on with it. This chutney is not complicated or very different from any other but for some reason, I have this mental block over it. Of course, it happens also to be one of the most popular. So it is made, for now, but won't be there for long and then I will go through the whole tedious process again. Do you have something like that? Just me then. I must have the tidiest drawers in Rutland!
These are my labels which I make on Label Designer Pro - you can too ( not mine obvs )
Tonight we have the inaugural meeting of the Patient Participation Group at my Doctor's Surgery when the people who have volunteered to be part of the group will meet up for the first time. So far, so normal. It is at 7 p.m. and my problem is that prior to this I have a pedicure booked. Now this isn't primarily a vanity thing - healthwise I have to take care of my feet but am unable to do this myself because of the self same health, or lack of it! So? So, I have to wear flip flops for the remains of the day because of polish drying etc. I am therefore going to be joining a group of strangers who will form their first impression of me coming through the door, at night, in the depths of winter, in my coat, scarf and . . .flip flops. Now, dear Reader, do I try to explain or tough it out with a haughty air of indifference to their stares? I'll let you know how it goes.