Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Stuffed
October 24th.
Three days of almost non stop eating and drinking followed by two dayys of working for much longer than usual, have left be feeling stuffed and rather lacking in energy. Its been far too wet to consider any allotment activity and I've only managed to get one game of squash. An exceptionally tasty pasta with seafood-mainly mussels as far as I can remember- washed down with a lot of red wine started the weekend's overeating. Bread was introduced to the house again for the guests so inevitably there was the occasional bacon sandwich for breakfast and roast chicken and roast beef with the usual baked potatoes and on one occasion a rice pudding. There's nothing to beat a home made rice pud made with minimal amounts of rice, modest amounts of sugar, and plenty of cream and a bit of butter.A decent skin all over is the prized part of the pudding; I have friends who fight and scrap over the skin and who gets to scrape the dish.
Commissario De Luca is the detective in Carlo Lucarelli's 'Carte Blanche'. Half way through he has only turned down one meal of spaghetti but he seems to suffer from indigestion and insufficient sleep. He consumes only coffee and alcohol and doesn't seem to eat anything.I don't think he join the select band of gastronomic detectives.
One of my favourite pictures of 'sportsmen'was reproduced in the Guardian today; it is the one of Vinnie Jones giving Gazza a friendly squeeze. I used to have a much bigger print of it which I had pinned up on the wall next to another favourite taken from the front cover of Mad magazine in which Alfred J. Newman with the sticky out ears is doing an ice skating jump over some barrels on the ice whilst another skater is doing the same towards him from the opposite end. He is looking out sayig 'What? Me worry?' Both pictures now sadly lost or thrown out by some over enthusiastic clearer up.
Tomorrow is weigh day. What, me worry?
Three days of almost non stop eating and drinking followed by two dayys of working for much longer than usual, have left be feeling stuffed and rather lacking in energy. Its been far too wet to consider any allotment activity and I've only managed to get one game of squash. An exceptionally tasty pasta with seafood-mainly mussels as far as I can remember- washed down with a lot of red wine started the weekend's overeating. Bread was introduced to the house again for the guests so inevitably there was the occasional bacon sandwich for breakfast and roast chicken and roast beef with the usual baked potatoes and on one occasion a rice pudding. There's nothing to beat a home made rice pud made with minimal amounts of rice, modest amounts of sugar, and plenty of cream and a bit of butter.A decent skin all over is the prized part of the pudding; I have friends who fight and scrap over the skin and who gets to scrape the dish.
Commissario De Luca is the detective in Carlo Lucarelli's 'Carte Blanche'. Half way through he has only turned down one meal of spaghetti but he seems to suffer from indigestion and insufficient sleep. He consumes only coffee and alcohol and doesn't seem to eat anything.I don't think he join the select band of gastronomic detectives.
One of my favourite pictures of 'sportsmen'was reproduced in the Guardian today; it is the one of Vinnie Jones giving Gazza a friendly squeeze. I used to have a much bigger print of it which I had pinned up on the wall next to another favourite taken from the front cover of Mad magazine in which Alfred J. Newman with the sticky out ears is doing an ice skating jump over some barrels on the ice whilst another skater is doing the same towards him from the opposite end. He is looking out sayig 'What? Me worry?' Both pictures now sadly lost or thrown out by some over enthusiastic clearer up.
Tomorrow is weigh day. What, me worry?
# posted by Bob @ 5:50 pm 
