from Finger-Lickin' Fifteen. A Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich.
"We'd ordered one pepperoni with extra cheese and one with everything they could find in the kitchen."
" Grandma and Lula looked like Jack Sprat and his wife. Lula was all swollen up and voluptuous, busting out of her clothes, and Grandma was more of a deflated balloon. Gravity hadn't been kind to Grandma, but what Grandma lacked in collagen, she made up for with attitude and bright pink lipstick."
I have invented the sausage pancake!
Last Monday I looked in the fridge and saw Sunday's leftovers, roasted potato and carrot. Oh Yum! how exciting. (*~*)
But I didn't feel like cooking and these were already cooked....then I remembered I also had cooked chipolata sausages in the freezer, frozen in little baggies with two sausages per bag.
I got one baggie out and let them thaw while I sliced the vegetables and mixed up a small serve of pancake batter. In went the vegetables, in went one thinly sliced sausage, a pinch of salt, a larger pinch of dried parsley.
The whole mess was thoroughly mixed, poured into the frittata pan and baked until done. Which didn't take long. I reheated a little left over gravy from the Sunday steak, served it poured over the sausage pancake and ate.
It was okay. I probably wouldn't serve it to friends at a *dinner party, but as a quick easy meal it was okay.
*dinner parties are something I never ever do.
The other sausage became my sausage sandwich lunch on Tuesday.
I've read three books in the last ten or so days:
The Witch's Ladder by Dana E Donovan;
6 Ways To Die by R Mac Wheeler;
No Time For Goodbye by Linwood Barclay.
The Witch's Ladder was a bit slow to pull me in, but once the story got rolling it was pretty good. There are seven more in this Witch series and I'm looking forward to reading them.
6 Ways To Die was a fast paced read that I had trouble putting down and when I got to the end of the story I was disappointed there wasn't more to be read. R Mac Wheeler has a sequel, 6 Ways To Mental, which I don't yet have and is working on a third book right now.
No Time for Goodbye was a mysterious mystery, confusing to begin with and a little puzzling when different 'voices' were telling part of the story. But all was eventually explained and the story made much more sense. This was another that I couldn't easily put down. And I have ten more by Linwood Barclay on my kindle.
The weather here has been a bit of a shock, less than 2C on Sunday night, followed by a gorgeous sunny day that was only warm if you found a place out of the wind. We're not used to this kind of cold in these parts, not in July anyway.
We take July to get adjusted to wintry weather and then when frosty mornings come along in August, we're ready for them.
Now don't get me wrong, I like cooler weather so much more than the melting heat of our summers, but frosty air and winds fresh off the South Pole are too much. I'm ready for spring already. I'd welcome another Autumn too, if only we could skip the summer heat.
What else did I do? I went to the library.
They're holding a book for me, titled "Through the French Door", it's probably mostly pictures and about the French Style of decorating rooms. I had Monday free, so thought I'd go and pick it up.
I caught the **'free' community bus that goes past my home at about 10.45am, winds around the suburbs and gets to the shopping centre near the library by 11.20am.
It leaves the shopping centre to wind its way back to my home at 12.45. Plenty of time to pick up a book, right?
On Mondays the library doesn't even open until 1pm. Aww rats.
I had an hour and twenty five minutes to kill. In a shopping centre with two supermarkets and six clothing shops, one newsagency, a bakery and a post office. oh boy! I had my kindle with me, but the battery was only half charged. I sat down to read and hoped it wouldn't die on me.
Currently reading Just a Geek, by Wil Wheaton.
I'm enjoying it quite a lot. It isn't full of an over-inflated sense of entitlement and assorted drunken sprees like many other celebrity publications. I plan to look up his blog when I finish the book.
This is the second Monday I've forgotten the library timetable. Every other day it opens at 10am. From now on Wednesdays will be my library days.
** the free community bus relies on donations to keep running, so everyone who boards drops a gold coin into the slot.
Here’s a childhood memory: (not mine, told to me by a neighbour when I mentioned how many broken biscuits were in the packet I had just bought): whenever we had store bought biscuits, any broken ones were put on top of the unbroken ones in the tin; if we asked to have a biscuit we were told we could only have the broken ones, so whole biscuits could be served to visitors along with their tea or coffee.
One day we asked if we could please have some biscuits and as usual mum said yes, but only the broken ones. My brother and I looked at each other, then he vigorously shook the biscuit tin. Out of mum’s hearing of course.We weren't allowed any biscuits for a long time after that.