My word, clearly another factor I had over-looked in the pre-marathon defattening stage was the odd zen-like calm that on occasion settles on these manly shoulders. For zounds! when Jehovah Witnesses interrupted my concentration to proselytize at my door, I was calm– nay!– polite in my shooing them and their woo far away. Even when asked ‘are you religious?’ I didn’t feel like using ‘are you an alcoholic?’ as a retort.
Oh this is bad. I very rarely get a chance to sharpen my claws on actual woo intruders; to pass up such an opportunity as this can mean only one of two things, I am either getting old, or I am getting…mild mannered???
While I ponder the horrors of middle-age, I call out to you, my brethren, for recipes. I know many of you are excellent cooks so if I am to get through the next three months being mild-mannered to god-botherers and assorted training irritations, I at least want to eat well.
No meat, very little grains, no bread. If you have anything that you know to be a winner, please do post. I appreciate it muchly.
This was mine from yesterday’s comments, it’s for shirred eggs. Delicious and very simple to make.