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Oct. 28th, 2007 10:04 amI would just like to note for the mind of the posterity that Katie and I make what is possibly the world's best lasagna. Last night's effort ranked among one of our finer attempts at the genre, helped, I have no doubt, by the addition of some leftover mozzarella to the top. Of course, it exploded in the oven, but that is a small price to pay for lasagny goodness.
Anyway, yes. Much as it is joyous to bop around at the weekend doing larky things, there's nowt so pleasant as a bit of gentle domesticity. We sauntered into Barnes yesterday to visit the French Market, which was actually a little bit of a bust, and pottered round the farmers' market and got some lunch (you can tell you're in Barnes when you're walking round eating slices, not of pizza, but a leek and goat's cheese quiche...) We popped in a few shops and got some Christmas present ideas, having earlier constructed our Christmas present list (to be redrawn at some stage and then colour-coded). Then we started walking home and ended up EXPLORING, which was jolly good fun, and we went down little passages etc, and found the quickest way from ours to Barnes common.
This morning I have put my watch back, had a croissant for breakfast, put some tea bread in the oven and put a load of laundry on, then phoned my mother and got the recipe for French pancakes (after some discussion we established that they are highly unlikely to have any connection with France), which I may inflict on Katie as pudding tonight.
AND, I have a beautiful idea for a fic gestating. It could go horribly wrong and be shit, but I prefer to be optimistic. I am researching it at the moment.
Anyway, yes. Much as it is joyous to bop around at the weekend doing larky things, there's nowt so pleasant as a bit of gentle domesticity. We sauntered into Barnes yesterday to visit the French Market, which was actually a little bit of a bust, and pottered round the farmers' market and got some lunch (you can tell you're in Barnes when you're walking round eating slices, not of pizza, but a leek and goat's cheese quiche...) We popped in a few shops and got some Christmas present ideas, having earlier constructed our Christmas present list (to be redrawn at some stage and then colour-coded). Then we started walking home and ended up EXPLORING, which was jolly good fun, and we went down little passages etc, and found the quickest way from ours to Barnes common.
This morning I have put my watch back, had a croissant for breakfast, put some tea bread in the oven and put a load of laundry on, then phoned my mother and got the recipe for French pancakes (after some discussion we established that they are highly unlikely to have any connection with France), which I may inflict on Katie as pudding tonight.
AND, I have a beautiful idea for a fic gestating. It could go horribly wrong and be shit, but I prefer to be optimistic. I am researching it at the moment.
