Good evening Bloggets. After a very long day, hub home in
the bath after our dinner and Teen gone out to a beer garden It’s a lovely
evening so will be nice. Mind you, he can hardly walk as he has done far too
much at the gym though he can’t see it. He is walking like he has been on a
horse for two and a half weeks.
And he’s forgot he has got off old dobbin. Smile
So I’m now in the conservatory, knowing my work for the day
is done. I made a simple dinner. Cheese macaroni. I put chopped tomatoes in and
a cheese sauce with some olives and herbs and in the oven I roasted some
vegetables.
You should have seen the size of the pot I made? I thought
it will do for tomorrows dinner too, seriously, I got carried away. I didn’t think
teen would eat much because he had eaten lunch out with a friend. Steak, sweet
potatoes roasted and a yogurt dip with mint. But how wrong was I? Two plate
Teen and two plate Hub, haha. There is a dish left though that will feed a big
meal for one person tomorrow. We have to go out in the morning, so I bet it’s
gone when we get back? That is fine, at least it will fill him…
I did get a lecture on how it was white pasta and it’s not
as good for us as brown, yep, that will be because we will eat more white
pasta, as the brown stuff belongs in the dog run!!!
I can’t stand brown rice either but brown bread, I love.
I’m watering my flowers waiting for them to be planted, I
hope they live as long as that will take? Did I tell you I spent almost £70?
You should see what I bought? Pathetic. About seven things. And if my Father in
law could see the tomato plant I bought, he would laugh, he grows them and this
one I bought looks like a bit that has fallen off the real deal.
It will be a busy day tomorrow, out in the morning, will
tell you more on that tomorrow, afternoon our dogs are going for a free run
with June our dog lady. Tomorrow night out again. Again, more on that later. Sunday,
nothing planned. This has been a very very long week. I received my favourite
email today from a Blogget who I wait to hear from. I love her emails. She is
the most intelligent person and her English is so beautiful. Her life is so
different to anyone I know too. Her emails, are a window with a view!
So day three of sun. Got me thinking about my Bloggets who
like a little tipple? With it being the weekend, and a lot of lovely comments
about the last recipe I wrote in an earlier blog, I thought I would write about
wine slushies.
Yes, you read correctly, until today, I had never heard of a
wine slushy. Mind you, I am always one of the last to learn. For those like me,
why not try this?
Take a cool glass. A blender, pour in ice, frozen fruit and
your favourite bottle of wine, blend it all together and pour into your large
glass.
Now this one is a little more challenging and rather fancy.
makes 6, or if you
are my friend and you know which friend you are, two. Smile.
2 cups of fresh squeezed orange juice
2 cups of pomegranate juice
1 cup of water
1 cup of sugar
A dozen blackberries keep some to one side for garnishing
2 cinnamon sticks
2 cups of red wine
Directions
In a large pot slowly heat sugar water and cinnamon sticks
until melted
Add all juices and fruit. Let simmer for another fifteen minutes
let all the ingredients infuse together
Remove the fruit and simmer for another five minutes remove
them with a holey spoon
Remove sticks and pour into a loaf pan
Freeze overnight
Use a fork to shave the ice serve with a cinnamon stick and
blackberry.
Now that sounds a little adventurous for me. But if you are
brave enough, try it and let me know?
And finally, how about this? I must say, I can see my friend
JB enjoying this in her lovely garden.
Apple and cinnamon Moscow mule
Serves one
2 oz. ginger flavoured vodka
2 oz. apple cider
Juice of one lime wedged
2 cups of good quality ginger beer to top it off
Cinnamon to sprinkle
Serve with ice and a slice of apple and a cinnamon stick. Does
sound nice when it’s red hot.
Gosh, on that note, I shall go and make me self a cup of hot
chocolate. Haha.
Have a lovely weekend. X
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