It’s our wedding
anniversary today. Our 39th no less. If it stays dry we’re hoping to
go off to the garden centre at Beetham, have a look at the various things we
feel we need for our new garden, then eat out, possibly in Arnside.
We’re once more on
the lookout for a good butcher. Our farming friend has decided that now so many
Farmers’ Markets have closed down, it’s not economic to continue to sell direct
to the public. Our source of good meat has died. We told him to let us know if
he ever changes his mind. Meanwhile we’re back to trying elsewhere.
So yesterday we went
to a different place. This butcher doesn’t sell meat by weight. You buy it in
ready packed parcels. The weight you have to just guess. Fine if you’re looking
for 2 steaks, for example – we got some fillet steak for a change – more awkward
if you’re looking for a particular weight for a recipe. I don’t mind that the
parcels are on the large side. I can always divide them into smaller bags before
freezing or cooking, but I do want to know that the left over amount is something
I can do something useful with. Maybe I will get used to it. We did try this
place once before. We did enjoy the leg of lamb, even though it wasn’t quite up
to the quality of the salt marsh lamb we had grown accustomed to from the Farmers’
Market. Anyhow we’re giving him another try. We’ll see.
I was out in the new
garden earlier this morning, trying to keep on top of the rapidly appearing
weeds. I was pleased to discover some old friends as I felt something cold land
on my bare sandaled feet – at least one frog is still around. I dare say more
will be there. It’s just they’re almost invisible with their greenish brown
skin against the bark that’s covers the soil. They're always very welcome as they're such great pest controllers.
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