Sunday is just about over. The Husband's on the mend:
He's been doing our Sunday brunch for the last 22 years. Initially, I protested and found it difficult not to (a) interfere and (b) stay out of the kitchen. With years of practise I now manage. Happily.
At the moment, I'm enjoying duck eggs. He, not so much and has two hen's eggs. One buried under the other.
Of course, breakfast isn't complete without toast and marmalade. Truth be told, it's our enjoyment of "decent" marmalade which is the "thing" behind the "Marmalade Madam".
The plan was to occupy the weekend office and address two works in progress keep two promises. Let's just say that they remain works in progress. For two reasons: my laptop went into reverse. A little like I do when winter strikes (yes, that's how I think of it). The second: I was struck by a severe case of faff-itis. Yes. It's a thing.
My process is a little circuitous linear odd. I have been working on two posts for a while and, today, got caught up in the banner graphic for one of them. I'd just settled into the "meat" of the post and I hear a yell from the gate.
We I'd been expecting hoping that Cecil would come through with the long promised crate of tomatoes following a conversation at yesterday's market. That yell confirmed that he had, indeed, kept his promise. Except, he has no transport and lugging a crate of tomatoes 1km from his humble abode to ours, in the early autumn heat, wasn't happening. After the usual banter and what-what, we settled on a price (which includes a bord kos come winter)* and Cecil and The Husband sailed down the road in the bakkie pickup.
The Husband returned with this. As well as another bag of green peppers to add to the one I'd bought yesterday. This time, on the house.
A closer look.
*About that plate of food: Cecil knows, because he asks, and I tell him, that often what I buy from him becomes market fare. His idea with this year's crate of tomatoes was that I pay with that bord kos. His taste bachelor's taste and ours are very different, so that plate of food will happen in winter and when I will make a hearty, and, of course, meaty stew or curry or...for us all. Besides, just that, would most certainly not have been a fair price. I shall settle my debt when the weather turns.
In the meantime, tomorrow will be day one of the Tomato Diaries 2022. And while the cauldron bubbles, I'll address those works in progress. Well, that's the plan, anyway!
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:
@artywink
@hive.blog and Canva.Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:
@artywink@hive.blog and Canva.