No-one sleeps when I am on patrol I am the King, that is my goal Hens stay awake, this is not a beg There is work to do, so lay an egg The fox might come, I must protect I am on guard, am not henpecked Cock a doodle do, that is my cry Jump up and cluck, stop falling of the sky
This meat pie almost became an optical illusion, but it is now in the oven and should be ready for the evening food soon. I have made numerous such creations in my life as a housewife, but you can always improve the situation.
My cookery online web site were offering a new fantastic backing tray which makes everything much more crispy. You can see it in the picture with the various holes in it. The idea is that at the two sides you can pull it out to make it fit any oven I have now used it a few times and it does give a crispier result, as the hot air escapes through the holes.
I would be satisfied but when I put it in the oven the sides slip as it is not as stable as it should be and the whole thing lands on the bottom of the oven. I uttered many profanities and eventually gave up and put it on my normal oven baking tray, hoping the result will not be an optical illusion.
The second problem was the pastry I bought. It was already rolled out, I do not make pastry myself and on the plastic wrapping it said 2 flaky pastries for top and bottom which I wanted. It was even on a special offer, However I was surprised by the first illusion when I discovered the pastry was round and not rectangular as usual. My second problem was that it is vegan pastry. My store does not always have everything as I like it and it was all they had, but I did not realise that it was vegan. I know there are people that find vegan is the answer to their vegetarian dreams, but I am not vegetarian, never have been and probably never will be. Now I am stuck with a vegan pastry which I did not want.
Anyhow it is smelling OK in the kitchen and now I will get ready to serve it, vegan or not. I wonder how pastry can be vegan. Do they substitute the fat with something manmade? No idea, I am sure the cows will be happy that I am not using their milk for butter.
Drifting through the street on my scooter Just the clouds floating past, They need no hooter Refreshed with tranquility I return to my home Celebrating quiet moments There is no need to roam Mr. Swiss watching television But also his iPad there are two kinds of music Oh this is so sad Sitting at the computer concentrating on a rhyme This is not serenity It borders on a crime
There is a glitch in the weather, the programme does not seem to be working. Yesterday it was raining all day. No it was not raining, it was pouring down. This morning it was dry, no rain, but did not look very promising. However, I decided to go into town to complete the shopping that I could not complete yesterday due to the rain. Yesterday I was forced to take the train, but today I made an appointment with my scooter.
The first annoyance was when someone rang our doorbell as I was hugging the bed after lunchtime. Admittedly I was thinking about leaving the bed, but now I had no choice. Mr. Swiss got to the door before me, he was more awake, and discovered there was no-one there, although our neighbour was in the process of closing his door. Did he push the wrong bell, or did he forget his key?
I was now awake and got ready to go, looking forward to an excursion into town. I set off, opened the garage door and was welcomed by rain. I did not have a raincoat on and no head covering but decided to risk it all the same. It dripped until I reached the store and then it stopped. Luckily it was not too bad and I was just a little wet at the edges. It stopped raining and I managed the home run. A day full of glitches and this time I could not blame it on the computer.
The life of a snail is one big pause He/She is not the speedy one and has its own laws Overcoming everything, whether block or line Moving with precision applying its slime It might meet a colleague and they stop for a while The result could be eggs, they are very fertile Whether male or female, they really do not know It is not such a problem, they just know how to go So let us take it easy, let there be no blocks Just call them paragraphs and jump over the rocks
Let’s go star gazing
And see what we find
The planets take over
Which is not very kind
At the top shines Uranus
Wearing a very blue gown
And next comes Mars
Blushing red with its frown
At the bottom is the moon
Cold and looking very plain
Perhaps it is shrinking being on the wain
But what about the rest
Those little shiny points
They are holding it together
Filling in the joints
Some stay inconspicuous
others like to glare
On the right is Mirach
The brightest in our lair
They belong to Andromeda
And never ever fall
A backdrop of perfection
Being there to enthral
The mind is in a daze when you see such a maze
Of streets leading to and fro
there are so many languages, French and German
Where the hell is Soncebo(z) – the “z” is not pronounced
Time waits for no man, so I am on my way
right, left or just stay ahead
It is all such confusion, I think I will go home
It is safer to stay in bed
Not only are my orchids producing one bud after the other – three plants now ready to go – but look at my amaryllis.
Someone should have told her that her flowers were to be shown around Christmas, but this one just couldn’t wait. It goes to prove that never throw your amaryllis away when it is finished, because it is never finished, it is thinking about producing the next flower or two.
I kept it in its pot and let the leaves grow. Eventually the leaves have done their growing and decided to shrivel a little. In the meanwhile I began to feed it with fertiliser throughout the summer in its resting place outside in the fresh air. It was just sitting in its pot and I thought doing nothing. This morning I rearranged my plants and put the pregnant orchids on the table and then I saw it.
My pink flowering amaryllis with the red stripes in the flower had given birth. Not a word did she say, no morning sickness. A bud has appeared quietly and is now ready to go, even if a bit premature. The last flower was at Christmas and this one is developing for an August birth it seems. There is only one word for it – magical.
We call it a diplomat, although I am not so diplomatic
My tastes for desserts can often be erratic
I bought them today, at first there were just two
I ate one when I got home, my appetite just grew
It has a touch of cream, and also a little schnapps
You eat it with a spoon, it is firm, does not collapse
It was mine all mine, I did not want to share
Mr. Swiss got a Karak which I found very fair
He said he would wait, so I put in in the fridge
A karak is green and has a chocolate ridge
It is more his taste, I prefer diplomat with taste
And now to eat the second one, it must not go to waste.
The bird folk around here like to keep their feathers for themselves. The chickens on our local farm have plenty of feathers of course. Some time ago they had a different breed of chicken. They are quite amusing to watch and are apparently known as silkies. At least that was what I found in Internet.
I think this one had only just got his new coat of feathers and was not quite sure how to arrange them.
And this Silkie was trying out his legs to see how well he could run.
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