Gee it’s great to be back home, even though it is chucking it down. A tired Tref & THG made it back by about eight last night. Car picked us up at LHR. It’s bit of a tossup really, the travel method. It is more comfortable by train but that is an hour from Heathrow, the connection times never seem to be that great and there’s always the delay factor of when is the plane actually going to arrive.
Being home feels almost surreal. Or was it the being away? I think it is probably the contrast of the two that makes it surreal. We stayed in a really fab hotel in Sorrento but I guess you couldn’t really live there all the time. For one, much as I like Italian food, you don’t want to have to eat it all the time. If you were self catering I suppose it would be just like being at home from an eating perspective. Just imagine eating out every night in Lincoln. Restaurant and pub menus tend not to differ very much do they. Same old same old. Just like being away in Italy.
Up early now seeing as I went to bed at nine. Big pile of washing on the floor of the utility room but that is hidden out of the way and has an amazing habit of gradually getting smaller if I just ignore it.
Now got a great selection of oils and vinegars to play with. Not just from this trip but also from the Spain jaunt in January and the bottle I bought from Waitrose at Christmas that I haven’t opened yet. A tasting session is in prospect.
Quite looking forward to the day ahead. Getting settled back in to the shed, get a few jobs done, catch up on the lake cam action. Today the plan is to build some raised beds. The compost bin will wait until next week.
Ok we can now move on to a couple of different subjects. THG and I have decided I will cook us a chicken curry tonight with perhaps an aloo gobi accompaniment. We like aloo gobi. However it does require cauliflower of which we have none but this can be easily remedied. The obvious thing is for THG to find one in a veg box at Lidl when she goes this morning after her weight training session. Not guaranteed but not out of the question. The point is that we saw caulis on sale in the market in Roma – one euro for two large ones. When I say large, they were whoppers. I was sufficiently impressed that I took a photo and am able to show you here in this post. All I did was search google photos for cauliflower and up it came. Simples.
Then, based on a post by Gordon ElGordeaux McCranor I came up with the idea of having bank notes with your own face on. Surely with modern tech they could easily do this. It would be quite cool. Almost every bank note would be different. People might even collect them. I’m not accepting any comments on the impracticality of this idea. You know nothing.
Anyway, gotta go. There is breakfast to be cooked. I’m not in a hotel now yanow. No bread in but not the end of the world and difficult to match the bread in La Minervetta. Mind you they don’t do sausage and bacon on the continent.
Get yer caulis ere or, as they say in Roma, prendi i tuoi cavolfiori qui