Sunday Selections #539

 Long, long ago, in days of yore...Kim of Frog ponds Rock, (who no longer blogs), dreamed up a meme called Sunday Selections. 

A place where those who were willing could put up photos they wanted to share, new, old, good, bad or indifferent, any photos you please. 

Nothing rude or vulgar though.

And we don't mind at all if overseas bloggers care to join us.

The meme is now continued by Elephant's Child and I occasionally join in as do a few others. Andrew is one.  Messymimi is another. Drop in to Elephant's Child and have a look.

Everyone remembers the house from a few weeks ago? it was about to be demolished. 

This is what the block looked like just a couple of days later:

mounds of earth

and some very deep trenches

this is the machine doing all the digging

you wouldn't want to be standing too close when they lower this bit at the end of the day

very important signage. I missed getting a photo of the tons and tons of broken concrete slabs they'd dug up. I saw them on my way home from the shop and went to get my camera and it began to rain, naturally I don't like to get my camera wet, so no photo for me. Or you.

some of the caravan gnomes have had themselves a boozy campfire party

here is "my" magpie singing to me, when he/she does this I go out with mealworms for him/her

here are three magpies snacking on the mealworms, I call them all Maggie

see the one at the back keeping a beady eye on this one. For a while he would swoop down and chase her away along with any other birds that came close to my home. I'm wondering if they are now a mated pair, so he is allowing her to eat.

This is the one that sings to let me know I should come out, he/she always comes quite close now and watches my hand to see if I am ready to throw the mealworms. I don't feed them much as I don't want them to become dependent on me, they still need to know how to forage for themselves.

here are my four small ramekins in a pan of cold water

whole milk gently heating

four large eggs and three tablespoons of caster sugar

thoroughly whisked

oh look, there's my kitchen scissors, neatly hung so they don't get lost

just before boiling point add the hot milk to the whisked egg/sugar mix, stir well and pour into the ramekins

sprinkle some nutmeg on top and bake in the pre-heated oven at 180C until set. When the rim of the custard looks a little brown and "crunchy" they're set.

here they are just out of the oven, baked egg custards.

I use kitchen tongs to lift them out of the hot water. Lunch for the next four days.

this photo, NOT taken by me, is the morning sky K (no-one) saw when she was leaving for work one day last week

These are some fabric pieces I bought to make dresses for my four little redheads. Fat quarters and remnants. I haven't told them yet, I think I'll wait and surprise them when they are done. Now all I need is somewhere to put up the sewing machine and the motivation to get started.