Growing in a field in our village and quite pretty.FOTD 9th September 2020: Spider Flowers
The carnival season is during Feburary in our area. The time when everyone dresses to make sure they will not be recognised. They are not really heretics, but just having fun, acting silly and doing what they should not be doing. Of course you will not recognise who is behind the mask, but that is the idea. It is often combined with considerble alcohol consumption.
And now there is a small drama because the corona virus does not allow for mad moments of getting closer at carnival time and there is talk of it being postponed next year. This borders on a tragedy for the carnival lovers.
But I will be wearing a mask. It is pale blue with the white reverse side and hangs on my ears by elastic. The problem is, most people have the same mask as I do. I met a colleague today in the store, we looked long at each other and then we realised we are good friends. Even my iPhone no longer recognises me. I have to use a code, how degrading. Facial recognition is a thing of the past.FOWC with Fandango: Heresy
I do not like clowns and never have. They are enough to frighten a kid, so unnatural.
No-one has such long legs. This guy appeared at the local supermarketRDP Wedmesday: Clown
Another sunny day has arrived. If you are wondering what the cloud is on the left of the picture, it is my thumb. I could have removed it by shifting the picture frame, but nobody is perfect and these things happen, especially when taking a quick photo with the telephone camera.
At the moment I am completely alone at home. Mr. Swiss had a dental appointment this morning already at 8.00 am and got himself a taxi to get there. It was really a little early for a golden oldie to make the journey with his scooter and it is better to do it in comfort. He is also having a tooth removed. He has a second appointment this evening to finish the repair work and we are hoping that the job will then be completed: although dental work is an eternal event. It begins when you lose your milk teeth up to when you get your third set of teeth.
I have been lucky in a way. I have had my problems, even picked up a gold tooth at the back on the way, but since visiting regularly to the dentist, no big deal. Now and again perhaps a tooth filling might crumble away, but over the years, thanks to modern dental technique and a good family dentist, they are more or less stable. I just got myself a new electric toothbrush as the old one gave up after many years.
Yesterday I decided to make a tour of the surroundings and was quite pleased to see the animal show out on the fields. It seems that the cow night shift is now over. The days no longer have such intensive heat and the cows are on the pastures again.
I decided to move in a little closer, but they were too busy munching away at the fresh grass, probably making the most of it, as during the Winter it will only be hay. This one seemed to have a punk hairstyle, compensating for the horns that she never had after being removed as a calf. I wonder if she misses them.
Moving on I saw that one of the horses was getting some beauty treatment.
The goat pair were also keeping an eye on things, but also relaxing in the sun.
Not to mention the chicken family, complete with rooster and that was some rooster. He towered above everything keeping order. Of course these are the special hens. Otherwise there are 200 hens all in their movable houses, the egg specialists. The hens are kept in a place with shelter and a large space on the field for a walk now and again. This group live on the farmhouse grounds. Growing up in a large town like London, I very much appreciate the open air life and the sights I have in my little Swiss village.
Yesterday was really a wonderful afternoon for a wheelie in my chair to the farm.
I treated myself to a new toy yesterday, something I wanted for some time. I am on a cooking trip at the moment. After a few years I have begun to bake a cake now and again and pep up my cold cut meals in the evening. I only have to take care of Mr. Swiss and son No. 1 and myself of course, but cooking now has a completely different perspective for me. I was cooking to feed the five thousand for many years for the family but now Mr. Swiss no longer eats so much, being compensated by No. 1 son that eats everything that is left, with the exception of mushrooms or green vegetables. I still enjoy my food, but one plate does me nicely and perhaps a little more.
Anyhow, my cookery company are offering a Hot air fryer. It is like a deep fryer but does not need litres of oil. Just put in the ingredients, perhaps french fries or some meat like chicken, add 3 spoons of oil and switch it on. You get the same crispy food as from the old fashioned deep fryers without the smell and mess of the old system. I know a few people that have one and they find them very good. I am also getting it for a very good price, being a member of the group. Watch this space for further reports when I have it.
I also did my first attempt at a Russian salad yesterday. Mr. Swiss likes it and often bought a tin of the veg to make a salad with. All it is is a mixture of potato, peas, carrots, beans cut in small pieces and mixed with a salad sauce – no magic involved. I decided that I had the veg at home, some frozen, some fresh, so cut it all up and cooked it for a few minutes in my microwave adding a little bouillon when cooking. Afterwards, just a normal salad sauce, also made by me, and mix it all up and serve. It turned out quite well and I knew what we were eating. I never did like tinned food. The whole process only took a couple of minutes. While it was cooling down I got on with my computer bits and pieces. Anyhow the main thing was that they all liked it. I really try to cook healthy. I have the time and it’s fun to do.
Mr. Swiss has now just returned from the dentist with a tooth less, but he survived. He has also booked his taxi for this evening’s ride. I am glad he is safe and sound back at home.
And now to continue with normal daily life at the Angloswiss den. Have a good day and may everything be smooth runnings. See you later. On my way home yesterday these two passed me, on a ride from the local stable. I sometimes I wish I could ride a horse, everything is so near where I live.