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The weather has been so awful – rain, wind, more rain – that today I decided was a comfort food day. Not that it was particularly cold. In fact, while I wore the Commemorative Stockwell Raincoat to the shops, it was quickly discarded when I realised it was making me wet on the inside. Plus, the rain had stopped for a bit.
I’m always amazed by the number of people in big, puffy coats. I’d expire with the heat in some of them. I know my core temperature is somewhere around the thermo nuclear level but, even so.
Then, when I walked home, the day was all sparkly and beautiful.
But enough about the weather, which turned nasty again later in the day.
I was hoping to see Jaz in Starbucks today. Given it was her birthday, I wanted to show off, that I’d remembered. Mind you, it wasn’t difficult. When she wished me happy birthday the other week, she said her birthday was ten days after mine. All I had to do was remember mine (not always easy) and add ten. I rarely have a problem with decimals.
Anyway, as it turned out, she wasn’t at work today. Hannah said it was because it was her birthday. I passed on my wishes for Hannah to pass on to Jaz and went shopping.
I passed Michael as I was leaving. He waved his umbrella at me saying I’d need one. I told him what I thought of umbrellas and left him querulous.
When I feel like making a hotpot, I tend to head for Sabrina Ghayour. She has a Persian take on a Lancashire hotpot that is hard to beat. Obviously, I substitute turnips or swede for the potatoes and ignore the flour. The rest of the recipe, though, is exact. And it is delicious.
It takes three and a half hours but it is so worth it.
