Let’s be fair – I only gave the post this title because of alliteration; I could say “It’s Saturday so it’s sardines for a scrumptious supper …” couldn’t I? But no, I’ve kept it simple, as supper was this evening. More of which later.
I had a better night. I slept and only woke twice (calls of Nature – well, I’m getting on a bit, a’hem, and this happens!) We awakened to rain but it cleared sufficiently for us to go to Waitrose – yes, we’d only been on Thursday but although I then had my List, there were a few things which I’d needed which hadn’t been added to my List, so off we went. I remembered that they had Parmentier – the prince of sardines – on offer, and so I picked up a couple of tins. What a wonderfully bright yellow these tins are, they bring sunshine to a winter’s day (or late autumn day, as the 1st of December is still autumn to me; the Met Office might disagree, some say that the 1st of December is the beginning of winter, but for me winter starts on the quarter day, the 21st December, after which the days gradually lengthen – hurrah!) I have photographed the tins on top of a woven Welsh mat that I bought (yes, in Wales) way back in 1979. It seemed just perfect for this photo.
We picked up our ‘free’ newspaper, too, and our ‘free’ coffee (let’s not kid ourselves; we pay for such freebies in the goods we buy) and we bought a prawn mayo sandwich and we took these to Ilsham Valley (sorry, no photos today, it was just too hazy) where we sat in the car and enjoyed them before going home.
I had planned to do so much today. Planned in my head. I was even too lazy to get out pen and paper and write the jobs down! Nothing was done, but after so many sleepless nights I needed the rest and it’s still 24 days to Christmas. Does it really take a whole month to plan presents, cards, and food for ONE DAY? No, it does not! We are bamboozled into thinking it does, but that might well be another post so I shall cease that topic right now.
And so this afternoon I sat and read the paper with cups of tea and coffee (not at the same time, of course) and for supper, opened one of the tins of sardines – we only wanted something light as we’d had chicken, bacon & mushroom pie yesterday and needed the freshness of salad today. I made a very simple salad for our supper (sorry, more alliteration) and we had that on trays in the sitting room just before Strictly – the dancing phenomena – came on.
You can’t get more simple than tomato, lettuce, and cucumber for a salad, with some red pepper, coleslaw, new potatoes and sardines, can you? Oh, and a tiny portion of finely grated cheese. I do my best to keep our meals within the ‘well’ of a dinner plate; food should NOT go onto the rim of the plate – the rim is there so that you can pick the plate up without putting your fingers into the food. I can spot a small piece of lettuce on the rim of ‘my’ plate, oh dear! I only had one sardine, I knew that would be sufficient for me, and husband had two. As we weren’t very hungry let me explain that there is actually very little on each plate: I used just one tomato, but I have a very sharp knife and I sliced it into ten pieces, five slivers each, ditto small slivers of cucumber, red pepper, and lettuce. And the potatoes were tiny and I sliced those, too. So you think you are eating more than you really are – clever or what? Indeed, after this we felt we’d had a very filling and nourishing meal.
The freesias have now opened and still have only a slight fragrance, but never mind, they look beautiful. I have moved them from the corner of the kitchen to the breakfast table.
I love this glass jug, all splodges of pink and white on clear glass. I’ve no idea where it came from, but it was always in my mother’s family, I’ve known it since I was a child in the late 1940s and in the 1950s I persuaded my mother to allow me to have it on my dressing table, I loved it so much. And now it sits on our breakfast table, still being loved and enjoyed.
Until next time.