Tomorrow, we are spending a quiet New Year’s Eve with Nicoline and Friends, and I’ve been tasked with making the main course for five of us. I was initially going to make a steak and ale pie but then, this morning, I decided to go with a casserole instead. Just to be clear, not a Gazarrole like I usually make. No, I decided to make a real, proper casserole.
Of course, in order to accomplish that, I had to head up to the ICA first thing for some beef. I had everything else in the fridge, leftover from Christmas, but the meat had to be bought. I loaded up my trolley with some recycling and headed out.
The road was slick with ice and even with my spikes, it was slow-going. I figured the woods would be better but, no, they were just as bad. In fact, it wasn’t till I reached the child care place that I could walk at a normal pace.
That changed once I reached the recycling. A multitude of cars had compressed the surfaces to an ice rink. I had to walk very close to the bins to remain upright.
Surprisingly, the ICA car park wasn’t too bad.
Due to so much concentration and lack of speed, on the way back, I needed a sit down with my friends in the cemetery. It all looked a bit grim.
And speaking of the cemetery, I have to announce the sad demise of one of my favourites. While frying the onions and garlic, the base of my Le Creuset started flaking off and infiltrating the food. Not a good thing by any means. It’s a sad and ignoble end for a very good friend.
It made for a sad day at Chez Gaz.
