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I think that it is still safe to say, I'm having issues (lets be nice and leave it at that) with these socks. I've tried tightening the stitches and still to no avail its still horribly loose (verging on criminally or morally ambiguous -not decided which yet).

I'm also wondering how sensible it is to make them for CGFB, he is notoriously and infamously hard on his socks. Actually since its me who has lost the sock (mysterious happening to say the least) why am I making him a pair? Or at least struggling with a pair? Tis a mystery. But I can happily record that he is delighted with the potential sockodile.

Anyway I'd just started on them when CGBF came thudding around the corner. He has massive heavy shoes and the sound just clatters and bangs kclump kclump kclump kclump kclump kclump throughout the house when he's in the hall (the downside of a wooden/something fake wooden floor). Its like The Terminator is wandering around. I keep expecting him to come into the livingroom/kitchen in the evenings and ask

'Ver ist mein tea, ver is mein socks, you said der was socks dat you made up for me* take off your shoozes, I vant to step on your toes. Ahhh, you haz zee croks on, I vill step on dem tooo. I vill step on dem and your toes while dey ares in dem. Why is zee livingroom filled with zee vool, zis alpaca it iz sticking to everyfing and iz floating. Arragggh der alpaca ist attacking me

*Note, this is true, but I didn't make them up for any nice reason, I made them up so I could use them as ammo and pelt him with them come the weekend while he's settled down and comfortable and I stand at the door. Ah yes, what fun filled days we have. Its all go here when your as easily amused as I am. I'd say we but he protested and gave me a look. where the look appears I do not go (typicially).
Rapid exit to safety once I run out of socks and he's very fast on his feet when the occasion merits it. Or once he starts firing them back, followed by half hour lurk in the bathroom. I have my book stash prepared so all and all the main problem is the fact my aim is an absolute horror. Whereas his isn't. He can be such an inconsiderate bugger, he catches them on route. Then whangs them back. Utterly unfair and discourteous. Terrible.
He also asks (tells) me to not do it, but my excuse (or defence) which is so obviously going to not only stand but takes precedence-I hear you laughing at that.
I maintain that it quickens his reflexes which now I come to think of it isn't wise. They are already rapid enough as it is. It also may someday, many many many years from now improve my aim. Abysmal doesn't cover.

I am currently knitting (ahem, trying to remember the pattern cos its been a long while abandoned) a rather light scarf in various shades of brown and tan. 100% Bamboo from Wendy and rather nice, really soft and squishy. I made Sardine (friend of CGBF, hello ) one a while back out of a different colourway. Pinks creams and peaches. I'm not a fan of pink but the colours looked better than I thought (espicially on her). So to summerise, there are no socks here. Only the menace of socks.

I have also decided based on my experiences over the past few months that I have a Bedmuda triangle in my flat. Think Bermuda, in my flat and instead of ships or planes, my pillowcases (6 approx) and double sized undersheets (3). They go missing, without a trace. This weekend I almost tore the place apart looking for them to no avail. Nothing to be found besides duvet covers (whose origin I'm sure I must be the cause of, buy why I felt the need for so many is a mystery of epic proportions). At the minute I have what is being used + 2 pillow cases and thats it. Which is obviously a major problem at the best of times only to be made worse because its currently Harr Season. For those of you who don't know, Harr is a thick sea mist that comes after a few days of nice weather during which you typicially forget to put a wash on. Then the crunch, its the weekend, up early (apres 7), strip half the bed and replace undersheet with a duvet instead. Roll CGBF over onto that side of the bed and strip the other half. In the confusion change 2 of the pillow cases and put them down.
Run through the house and get that wash on.
Take a minute to take a breath and have a glass of water. Peer through the tomato plants that are triffiding the kitchen window (bush ones ha hahahaha ha seriously). Haar. Everywhere. I can see 10 feet if I'm lucky and the black thing out there is a railing instead of wistful thinking.
The chances of anything dry and fresh getting onto my bed (besides one of us just dried and out of the shower) is about as likely as a mountain Gorilla turning around to David Attenborough (wonders if anyone else hears that Halleluiah chorus there?) and asking "I say old boy, you wouldn't happen to have some tomato sauce I could have to put on these here leaves, they get horribly bland after a time. The same old same old I have to say. None of that cheap saver price stuff mind you, just because they tell me or should I say that funny coloured paper that I get delivered by that strangle little thing down the road tells me there is a recession on does not mean you should let standards slip? No? not a drop, well then I'm sure you won't mind my lady testing your saliva then? She's dreadfully keen on the stuff and although we tell her that the sugar is bad for her she just refuses to listen. That's it old chap, sit still and don't squirm".

Where was I? (Prologue again, actually I've been rather good when it comes to diversions today). Ahh yes, Harr. Well I did get it dry when the wind got up but it was a rather tense few hours. But where has the rest of my stuff gone? I have single undersheets (and oc-incidentially no single bed) but double ones are non existent. As are the missing pillow cases.

The Birds
The haar also resulted in one of the most One-of-a-Kind-experiences last week. I was walking/limping (having sprained my ankle quite badly a few days previously) along a really quiet back road to my work. No one in sight and not a sound besides my Ipod. The Gael from The Last of the Mohicans came on (Promentory). The haar was really thick, all sound was muffled besides the single loud drum beat every few steps. Dum,(feeling of potential impending doom starts here) dum, dum, kwaack, dum, kwaackkwackdumkwackkwack dum kwawo. The seagulls nesting on the nearby buildings on both sides had taken umbrage to my presence (can't imagine why I'm typicially inoffense) the calls of get away from my child(rem) interspersing the drum. The volume and quantity of calls was rapidly increasing. Drums, and gulls and my own footsteps and the soft, swoosh noise of a gull suddenly appearing and passing just above my head as the pipes started.

It was like a scene from the birds. I was really relieved to get out of there (safety, shelter and buiscuits) and into a more open area. For not only are the mob gulls dangerous at best, but they were a rare subspecies of gull that only lives in the area around Aberdeen. A much larger (over a foot tall) subspecies that mobs humans. I kid you not for I have seen it and not it occurs to me experienced a much milder version. Oooh it was a few days since I walked to work that way, even if it meant playing dodge the lorry in the Haar.

Attacked by tomatoes. My second dose of potential impending doomage
I'm being serious here, I was attacked by our tomato plants that live on our kitchen window. I was boiling the kettle (i don't know if these little details help, do they?) and basicially vegetating in the corner until the kettle had boiled. I heard, a russle and a large quantity of tomato vegetation came swiping down just behind me. They brushed me, they were that close. The handle of the window maybe threw them off their hunt. I realised I was almost trapped, wall, worktop and tomatoes (the latter on two sides). Having cussed and stuffed them back behind the handle I exhaled and relaxed, then promptly got nearly landed on again. Then I got CGBF to come and tie it up. Hahahahaha their trapped tomiffids now.

Well thats me slightly blathered out.
Here is a thought for the day, since you can get chicken soup for the soul and get the wrong end of the stick.... Surely you can get pizza for the soul or roving? Keeping with the pizza option, part of my soul is in my thighs, so by eating pizza I'm feeding my soul. No? well roving is calorie free (espicially when you consider that the chinese in the village where I grew up was quite strangely called the calorie chinese! ).

Have a fun evening everyone whatever your doing

Its only been a few days, and I can tell that trouble abounds where these socks are concerned. Or perhaps better (more accurately) described, this garter. For they are more akin to a garter in size than a sock. Unless they are going to be thigh high kinky tart boots like socks (BIG DESCRIPTION that).
Which I can happily claim was not my intention to be making. I don't know if it is even possible to make thigh high socks. I should maybe do a search online... Hmmmm, dare I?

Anyway all this leaves is to figure out why these (this) sock(s) are getting huge. Typically I am a very tight knitter and need to loosen up, increase needle sizes or add more stitches rather than tighten my gauge. If anyone asks where my swatch is, although I am a democratic person, this is my life. And in no point in my life did I vote for swatches, massive long kinky boot type socks (I think there is a film called kinky boots ) or free willed and loose socks. Therefore of swatches there is/are none. Maybe soon of hand knitted socks there maybe none. Like who wants to knit a sock? Oh yea someone who lost half of their favourate pair (I reckon it was the cat next door) then decided to knit someone else a pair. Since there are no swatches n the flat any more, they obviously cannot vote because I am not knitting a swatch just for it to participate in a mythical vote I made up a few minutes ago. That will never even happen (this does not relate to the mythical nature of the vote). Swatches are not unknown (you may be suprised at that), previous swatches however have been integrated into the projects themselves. They were also few in number (you may not be suprised at that).

So what do I do, abandon them in the yarn box is the plan so far. Or less fun and reasonable I could maybe scream some insults and rip it out, again. Then try again later, with all the joy that hearing that message from a number your desperate to get through to and only getting the elevator or supermarket type music usually entails. None. Lets hope I can get this managed before the yarn mysteriously becomes warp. Or I cut my own toes off with a spade to see if its just as fun as knitting that sock.

Spinning, I've been considering my plying* and colourways at the minute. I like mixing singles so that a single solid(ish) colour is plied with a colour that varies. The variation maybe slight or dramatic. This allows the single colour to act as something for the coloured strand to stand out against as well as complementing it. Allowing the coulours of each to stand out in harmony with the other. I'll add photos of my own handspun later when I figure out how to do it. Of the two ones I'm considering posting pictures of one was a multi coloured blue that varied in predominant shade every few feet plied with white corridale. The other was a deep rich and heathery purples blue and green with a subtle gradual change against some gorgeous natural oatmeal BFL (breed of sheep from England called Blue Faced Leicester). The oatmeal was some of the nicest I've ever handled (my personal interest is to test suppliers and compare the wool).

I got it was from the Alpacha spinner http://www.alpacaspinner.com/ (lovely lady should you ever call them-thats not me encouraging anyone to just phone up and chat to her for no reason). I was emailing her and she told me that she can spin on a spindle just as fast as a "normal"(-that means you lot) person can. That is nothing short of amazing and inspiring to me. Now I tried to see how fast I can spin on a spindle and I can do more in 20 minutes on a wheel, than in 2 episodes (or was it 3?) of Babylon 5 on a spindle. Now I realise that I may have spun faster while not watching G'Kar having a horrible time of it while Narn is being Bombed. But I did it anyway, which just goes to show that a lot of the mischief and shinigians I get into is self inflicted.

I have a sneaking suspicion that those yarns in which all strands are the same colour, are coloured post spinning and plying. Instead of being the work of uber talanted to being close to Ms Lime/Violet. Makes me feel better instead of having an impossible challange that I don't think I have a chance in achieveing without doing it non stop for the rest of this lifetime. Which is a nice idea, but I'd like to eat, sleep, do something with the yarn, buy more stuff to spin and ocassionally go on a bender and try to swim in my stash (some day I may even get to do it ). You'd be amazed at how lovely no, wonderful that thought is (and unlikely, not wanting to felt it). All I need is someone to pull me out before I smother myself whilst wriggling around, trying to swim or make a nest in it, any option, I still die happy. that is All the joys. I believe if you prepare your wool very carefully and get lengths that are similar in thickness that I could get it so that they'd rougly correlate when plied (two colours would be side by side). But there'd be a bit of overlapping where the length was slightly out (I must, shall be more perfect). Achieveable, and yarn is currently in production for testing this . I think I'll use some from the FeltStudioUK. http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=24055 (should also tell her I'm talking about her too). I do reccommend if anyone is considering her roving, try it. It is fantastic and I really should do a review, I am a little scared I may go back on there and binge buy though. I had her stuff for ages and it was so lovely I didn't spin it, I just azed at it and maintained it was elite artwork. I also messaged her on Etsy about something (I have a really rare allergy to stuff that is in many soaps, sauces and processed food) and she came back really fast about the dye and washing stuff(I welled up she was that nice, seriously) and she is such a helpful and utterly lovely woman. I am currently spinning 2 different colours from her and about to start a third tonight (I am a fibre pie, can you ever have enough though? Suppose if your allergic you can do, or if your some sort of insane person who doesn't like fibre, More for me and I can still, pity you).

Having hunted around the internet I think... I have just proved my theory with this lady's blog http://www.abbysyarns.com/wordpress/?cat=25. She is making sock yarn (not convinced this is a good idea, I am not. But when you consider that it is my life in which the socks are muscling in and trying to turn their not considerable influence to sway and affect on my sanity, free time and hobby. As well as (quite heniously) take me away from spinning. I think that this non dem-sock-racy is best staying the semi-attempted-dictatorship under extreme influence that it currently is). Where was I (The prologue-from "Up Pompeii" if you haven't got that) ah yes, her sock yarn, its gorgeous and she has been to Peru, squee, wow. I wonder if I improved my spinning could I steal her life and her fibre? Wonder if she has a motorcycle? Pls tell me someone got that?
Maybe I could test and see if spinner talent, rubs off and then, rubs in, or osmoticially move across? That might leave her less able, shouldn't do that so she won't spin. Bad me.

Digression aside.
I've had a further look at this site and I really want to link to her. Wonder how I can do that tho ... There doesn't seem to be any sort of linky button. Actually i've just emailed her and hope that she gets back to me. My email will have to evade the massive snappng spam hunter monsters, the hunt and hoard in a box it made "Junk" monster, then get past her "nutterdar". We'll see how it goes.

Anyway (yet again, The Prologue) I shall try tonight to match some of the colours up in what should be a factinating trial (for me.)

Think I've blathered enough, I have a lot of wool to spin . I'm heading back onto my bender . This may get unhealthy considering that I've decided that the only accurate, scientific way to determine how good a fibre seller's roving/tops are, is to test at least 3 batches (size as yet undetermined, I shal need to work on that one). Testing one is accurate but not reliable. By testing 3 then I can consider the overall average "gorgeous" (that is now, officially my fibre measurement). So that means I have the perfect excuse ahem reason to buy lots of wool . For totally scientific reasons and purposes of course .

Now, off to try and look at Mam a Mi (mum and I in Welsh) on Etsy again (I have only two, but that was a while ago, but I'm trying to not go over the yarn budget, I may need to get 3 more )... .

And so (finally) besides this final point I'll leave you.

If I ever make sock yarn, the first pair will be dark green and mottles. the name shall be... Sockywock, the sockodile . Mottles greens and with a tail to pull the sock up should it slip . All because I used to love Roald Dahl when I was young, still do. Filthy Beasts still gets me laughing.

*I plied, they were plying, I am plying, you ply. This is spinning two or more single (unplied) strands (a single) of yarn together to give a single length of multi strand yarn. This evens out the thickness and makes it stronger as the singles reinforce each other, compensation for any weaknesses. It is much preferable to knit a two ply strand rather than a thicker single in many circumstances. This process can create really fun colour combinations both on the finished yarn and knitted object.

It?s been a while since I blogged and I?ve decided it?s a very good idea to log in and finally (several months down the line) blog here again. Even if it is to give myself a break from the wool fuelled bender I?ve just indulged in. Pre exam fasting followed by post exam binge.

I've decided that I don't like clones (spelt that colons the first time, ooops) and I'm going to express it on my blog. I've never been a huge fan of clones except where necessary (more on this later).
I'm not fond of them especially when they come in ill-fated numbers (more than one, but less than the desired number). They come in their hundreds and thousands and they are everywhere, and I mean everywhere. There isn't a place in the UK that is free of these wretched heart breaking yet strangely delightful things. All identical. To start with (slightly ominous sounding that).
An excellent example is when they come in pairs. This is a constant plague on people?s thoughts I guarantee you. Because you are never sure... which, is the original, is there and original, will one last as long as the other does? Will one just keel over suddenly and give out on you and that?s it end? Or will one go missing, never to be found? Which will last the longest, which is the original and how, how do you tell the difference, which is which. Is it the more vibrant one? Or is it the one that lasts the longest? Because just in case you didn't know clones wear out sooner. But they should be less vibrant (unless they've had a horrible accident or are maybe playing with your head. One lasting longer but less vibrant which shouldn't happen). But how do we know that any of us have an original? We cannot, its locked up somewhere in a factory after having thousands of clones created from it daily. Unceasingly being copied, churned out consciously in a shameless fashion. And you can't tell by looking where the vital weak point it. That susceptible little area that will strain under the trials and stresses that is put upon their little cloned selves. And believe me, its always the vital impossible to repair areas that go first. But does that matter? No, people just replace them at a whim. One's lost, got damaged, eaten by the cat or dog, a friend carried them off, its no longer a vibrant, or we are just a pack of hussies and tossed them aside for a prettier pair. Not thinking about the consequences for waste.

It?s all those socks fault.

So I am knitting my first pair of socks for the OH. Sock knitting seems to be very popular for some reason. Anyone who cares to comment and inform me why will have their opinions well recieved.
Personally thus far it seems maddening. I couldn't find a pair that I thought would fit the OH. Then I couldn't find one that would suit the OH. Then I decided sod it, this looks like it'll fit, that'll do. I picked out some nice varigated charcoal grey sock yarn and some DPNS (which seem to be poking holes in it, this could be a source of some peverse delight to them). Or possibly something to do with the fact they are metal. SO far I have knitted an inch of one, first half was ribbing followed by cables. Mini time delicate cables aren't really manly so they got ripped back and I'm away to start again. I'll update how that goes tomorrow.

Spinning,
I (finally) finished the last of the BFL sunshine stuff from the natural dye studio.It was lovely and went from an salmon rose colour to a rich yellow. I'll include a piiture of that soon. I have two mini skeins of that now so I may ply it or weave with it. Yes I have a loom! More on that in another post.
When I ran out of that I finally also spun some from this lady here http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=24055 (Felt studio uk)
I've never spun with that breed of sheep before and it was easy to get adapted to. I display a definate addiction to Corridale and Merino. With a generous addition of BFL. The colours were solid and combined in the most wonderful way. From shimmery golden yellow to creamy warm brown into silver then to purple and blue. It was lovely and when finished and I finally get brave enough to use my Loom will become a shawl for a friend.

Anyway its late, I'm tired and off to bed.

Am I supposed to introduce myself? Common sense (borrowed temporarily-its to classy to linger in the general vicinity of my erratic thoughts and (mis)adventures (?) without something horrible happening to it.
When it comes to common sense I have a brief dose of it (here's me speaking about it as if its some sort of disease, maybe that's why it dislikes me and does not linger, maybe it is destroyed, maybe it just goes INSANE (Kryton from Red Dwarf impression there) mayhaps it disintegates into a small twitching fizzing hiccupping pile. See now i'm seeing my sanity as tall, slender, refined looking and very well dressed, anyway The Prologue). Why am I anthropomorphising my common sense/sanity in my own head from a blond tall slender woman into one who is a mess? Seriously why? Is this diagnostic of myself? Possible. I'll happily crawl into a corner, hiccup, cry and look messy haired (or at least more so than usual) for a short period of time-as defined by me if it made me more slender or saner. So now I'm wondering, who here (reading) thinks the latter is the hard one? Be honest (kind if possible) now.

Anyway (the prologue (and a brief sanity/common sense recovery) ahem) myself, I didn't introduce myself in my first post.
I live in Scotland (not at all vague there) although I'm not from Scotland originally, I'm from Northern Ireland. I came over here for uni and decided I liked the city and decided to stay. Picking up/being picked up by the OH while there helped a lot. I say that picking up/picked up by as if that was at all easy and I was some lovely jewel awaiting a person worth of picking me up. Well jewel i could be and it took two years and an extreme lack of sleep (mine not his) for him to make a move. Then claim I made the move.

I've given some information about me, I should say a bit about the OH (Other Half). I've decided that calling him something as plain as 'The OH' is boring. So having listened to Lime and Violet-something IMHO all knitters and spinners should do, I loved them and i'm hard to please.
Probably because I listened to them first, I'm ruined now, ruined (lets see if I can make a linky thing at some stage to their site). Anyway (The Prologue) after listening to them and getting corrupted in a terrible way and decided that making a appropriate nickname for the OH is necessary. Just like Ms Violet (and who wouldn't like to be more like Ms Violet) so I've picked CGBF formed from his job.

Anyway, (yet again The Prologue), there is me, CGBF (I predict typing that will become very irritating and fraught with more typos than necessary. Easily believable because typos are considered unnecessary and not a particularly nice thing), The Prologue (yet again). There is me, CGBF, no pets (very sadly) and Lord-Churn-Wash, the washing machine.
Waking up in the middle of the night going 'blhuh, Lord, forgot churn washy zzzch gcnuff' accidentally give rise to that nickname. Which was fed by the fact I could yell to CGBF about him needing fed and being the other Love of my live, the companion in the kitchen. And occasional hiding place for wool until i can get CGBF out of the flat or distracted in some other fashion.

Things I like
Lime and Violet (ENABELLERS, I started spinning because of them. Now, I'm hopelessly addicted).
Merino,
Corridale,
BFL,
knitting,
Cooking,
Spinning,
BFL (you really do need more)

I really should get some pictures of this, I finished some oatmeal BFL (Blue Faced Liecester) that I got from The Alpaca spinner (need a linky here I think this is it http://www.thealpacaspinner.co.uk/ well its not but I don't know how to go about it) and the stuff from her is gorgeous. It literally spun itself. No neps, snarls or assorted kinks and ill carded bits. Wonderful. I'm going to ply this with some matt heather coloured Merino for a friend to test knit for me. I aimed for it to come out as DK think n thin and it looked IMHO nice. I was so delighted with how it turned out I danced around the flat with it to More than a feeling by Boston. We'll see how that goes .

Lace,
This was quite daunting because I only have the standard flyer, but I pressed on, undaunted and possibly sans common sense (lol, as if I'd ever do such a thing) but it worked out quite well as far as I can tell for my 6th ever bobbin and 3rd go at plying. It took ages to do and wasn't as consistent as I'd like but its not slubby so I'm delighted with it.

Knitting,
I am no longer OCDing on fingerless mittens, or setting myself for an overdose. Its Summer and I ran out of wool for one of them.
4 pairs so far in various states of being done, 1 for me (but I really want 2 so I'll start on a second soon), one for the MIL, CGBF and a friend of his in Oxford.

I made the mother of all obvious mistakes, I didn't buy enough yarn for the project, I got to my LYS and there was none there, none of the dyelot or the colour itself. Its a blue green colour so I've been wondering will a deep blue complement it? Shade 415 is the main part, would 423 go well with it or would 411, a pale green work better.

I know, your all shocked that I didn't buy enough, or going ha ha, daft blogger. But I thought I had enough! Who'd have thought that it'd have taken more than 50 meters to cover a hand and wrist, minus the top half of the fingers!?

The pattern is here http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5180439 or Jmacc61 I believe. Its a really nice pattern and comes in a longer version, I've accidentally done an in between one fro myself, but I'm happy with that length. For those of you unfamiliar to deepest darkest part of the year (except when the lights are on or that brief moment in time 6 months ago when it was always dark when I wasn't working) anyway, The Prologue, deepest darkest Aberdonia, its cold up here. Scotland for the record officially forgets to switch its heating on, so you need long gloves. Which is rather antisocial of it don't you think? (Awaits howls of cosseted southern softie'). I've been trying to adapt the pattern to have a little finger pouch flap thing to protect my digits but so far I've had no success.

Anyway, digression aside, for the other pairs I've left the the size as the pattern said and in one I decreased it. Small hands are such a burden to a knitter . You would think, maybe, that'd be the one that I hadn't run out of wool for, but no. Well, you'd be wrong, very wrong. So a wool replacement hunt is on as I don't think that I'd be happy with a new dye lot and I'm not ripping it back. Insanity screaming and insane starey eyes lie down that path. At least this way I can lull my self into delusion and nurture that, I can pretend that its a challenge and will do me good to develop my colour instinct. As opposed to a stupid mistake that was founded in delusion. In my long (does being in my 20's and having a nack for accidental mayhem situations constitute long?) and varied experience delusion propagates itself, or undergoes mitosis and mutates along the way. Anyway that aside, I've got another colour today (yay the man in the randomly sized red van).

There may be a slight problem with the order though. I got a few more balls and ummm, I may need some more. They look really good together.

Food,
Tea tonight (they call it supper up here?!). I really should write an Aberdonian-everyone else dictionary. For my own education as well as anyone else's.

CGBF had steak with caramelised onions, potatoes and petite pois recently. Before any of you think we are flash with money, we aren't. That steak was tiny and was part of a butchers variety box, the peas had been on offer and unsurprisingly like most people in the UK to whom this is a staple food we had potatoes in the house. No chips, I'm trying to live healthy and I see no reason why not to extend the fun like the thoughtful generous soul that I am (lol). Steak seasoning on the steak and cooked to his liking, but instead of serving the potatoes plain and boiled I put them in the seasoning and steak juice rich frying pan once I'd lifted the steak. Gently fried until the outside was crispy and served. He ate it all which I suppose is a good sign. Does anyone else get exasperated when the OH goes it was nice and won't give feedback? Arragggh.

Tonight he's having leftover 'Turkish' mince. This recipe does in fact have a name. But the recipe book is at the house. Where I am not as a matter of fact. It's from Carolyn Humphries' Slow cooking from around the world. Her boots and Annette Yates ones are fantastic. Always work out wonderfully and both author's books have a huge variety of recipes in them. Anyway (The Prologue, yet again-see if I have a digression swear box type thing, I'd have so little money) the recipe was not honoured, I wanted to cook something different that used the mince that was lurking in my fridge. It had an onion (should have been spring onions) Turmeric (should have been paprika), cinnamon and allspice. It should of had yogurt and I could have added chorizo to add some (minimal) paprika taste but I wanted to spin and by that stage I'd forgotten about that idea of mine. By the time the ooops realisation had kicked in CGBF has already tried it. He ate it. He said it was 'very nice'. I must say, it smelled amazing. Its going to be reheat in the slow cooker and have yogurt added to it. Calm the spices down.

I don't know where I read this but Turmeric is considered good for the body, very cleansing. Which is a bonus for CGBF, as he and The Clan of the Cave-Flu (his friends from uni) had a rough night out recently and are due over for tea to commiserate in person. I really love having them over as I can try out random dishes on many people, instead of the one.
We are definitely having one of CGBF's more excitable friends who lives nearby over, he brought me chocolate from Norway, I like him

I had vegetarian, (needs a lot of salt as the salt grinder is empty) use-all-the-fridge-veg soup. Hmmmm nom nom nom.