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I did a lot of walking today. So much so that I spent the night aching. This was probably for two reasons. Firstly, I started incorporating some of Kent’s suggested exercises in my morning routine and, secondly, because I took two unexpected walks up and over Mount Trosa.
Actually, I hadn’t intended to really leave the house today given I was going to devote the day to pre-dinner party cooking. That was the plan, anyway. Then Mirinda announced, in a very soft croaky voice, and in between raspy coughs, that we should cancel dinner given her health status.
So, for the second time in as many weeks, I cancelled. Not that it stopped me cooking. In fact, I took the opportunity to practice a few dishes. Just in case this French style dinner party ever happens.
First up was a possible entrée idea.
These are single sheet filo pastry rolls of quail egg and tuna. They tasted great but, the next time I make them, I will change the shape to resemble the ‘moneybags’ we used to get from the Thai restaurant in Middle Dural years ago. I think it will work a lot better. I will also use two sheets of filo.
And I have to say that peeling quail eggs is a bit fiddly and strangely unrewarding given they just taste like little chicken eggs. Still, you’d be hard-pressed sticking a whole chicken egg inside a small rolled up bit of filo pastry.
As I said though, they tasted very good, so the general idea is good it’s just the shape I will change.
Then came the walking. Given Mirinda’s general state of health, I took Emma for a lovely long walk around and through the woods, up and down the non-existent dales, wearing my knees out and making my feet work.
But then, as the day wore on, I realised I was an egg short for the next test cook. Mirinda was asleep so I set off for the ICA, dragging my aching limbs there and back. Still, I think it was worth it to make these.
So that was my day. As night descended it mostly consisted of resting my legs and feet.
And, sadly, Anthony Head died on June 1, it was announced today. Among many other things, he was Giles in Buffy. He was only 72 and died from complications around pneumonia and not from a vampire bite.
