Rather a Wagnerian look to Sophie this morning as we head off to the shopping centre. The Valkyrie PONette . I keep this thought to myself. The fly away fur does nothing to inhibit Sophie's interest in croissant ends. I sit next to her in the back of the car, share a croissant and together we put the world to rights. After we finish Sophie shreds the brown paper bag the croissant came in to make sure there's not another one hidden inside. In a perfect world brown paper bags containing croissants, and yogurt pots, would refill themselves.
Ginger from Brazil. Why this should surprise me I don't know, but it does. The fresh black olives also come from Brazil which is even more surprising. Why ship them round the world when places much closer like Spain and Italy and Turkey also grow them ?
The only British product in the store is some bright orange and jauntily packaged Cheddar Cheese. Brexit has certainly been the kiss of death for UK farm exports. There was Scottish smoked salmon last year but it looks as if customs barriers have done for that.
The e-mails keep on flowing. A new Italian hotel in a glorious part of the world. Anyone who has ever tried to drive here from Naples will know that the traffic jams can be 'monumental' and that the first thing the driver will do is head to the bar :https://borgosantandrea.it/
In German but a blast from the past :https://youtu.be/er0kiw-tm08
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Fresh olives are inedible! They need to be cured. Why buy them in a supermarket to cure them and not just buy already-cured olives?
There was a big olive tree in front of our old house, on village property. An old man would come in the fall, lay down sheets, put up a ladder and collect the olives. We had our own olive tree and cured them once. Easy but fussy. Lots of changing water/brine.
Wagnerian, or maybe a little bit Boris Johnsonish? (Although perhaps it's rude even to suggest such a thing when we are talking about the beauteous Sophie?) Meanwhile, while Blogger had you down, I came across an article in the Wall Street Journal indicating that blue food is really a thing, thanks, apparently, to Instagram - so maybe it's true that the Tahiti eclairs are flying out the door.
Nothing wrong with a good Wagnerian name. One time when passing through Metz a few years ago in Metz I met a very handsome wire-haired fox terrier called Wotan!
Cheers, Gail.
In an imperfect world, we compensate with our daily dose of Sophie,
Hari Om
It is one of the conundrums of supply chains that it was probably cheaper to get that ginger from halfway round the globe... something that really needs to change and one would hope is given proper consideration during the COP26 gabfest. But far too many folk have become accustomed to availability of everything at all times... seasonal and local is a fine notion until the hankering for fresh berries at Christmas bites one. Of course, one might do that old-fashioned thing of preserving and conserving when the foodstuffs actually are in season (I like to flash-freeze snowpeas and asparagus)... and there will be olive lovers keen to do just that. YAM xx
We can (or could - I haven't checked lately) buy Wyke Farms cheddar, but it's a much paler colour. One of the large national supermarket chains now sells cheddar packaged in Spain, but it tastes just like one would expect the English cheese to. Last year I'm sure the same cheese was packaged in the UK!
Refillable brown paper bags with curly croissants ends - now there's a good idea - Inca is all for that!
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