It all began with a trip to the garden nursery which was thankfully closed. Thankfully I say because in my head I have already bought a property,
landscaped it and ready to buy the plants. While the first two are
yet to happen, the third is dangerously achievable to an over zealous me with
some cash in the back pocket. Somehow the idea of buying plants for
a garden I don't have for a property I don't own, makes my make believe
residence more real. So, thankfully closed and real money saved.
After this, back to the shopping mall for some more winter woollies then home again for house cleaning. Oh, the magic and excitement of
my life in New Zealand.
The prize activity of the day however was yet
to come. I'm good at reading maps, understanding instructions and
even following operation manuals, but put a recipe before me and it
is like I am trying to read Russian with the IQ of a fork. I see the
words, I grasp their meaning and off I go a-cooking. But it
never ends up quite looking like the photo. I study the Russian
words again only to find the text appears to have changed. From 'one cup' to 'half a cup' or' boil rapidly' has become 'simmer gently'. Sometimes
whole ingredients seem to have disappeared from when I first read the recipe. Or new ones added.
Needless to say the dogs ate well tonight. Goodnight.
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