Comments on Not Just Hiding: Make Soup, Not War

This is surreal. Other people who relish the comfo...

2008-05-05T18:18:00.000+01:00

This is surreal. Other people who relish the comfort and cozy-ness of rain?! I save these days for reading, blogging, long baths... of course this is what I would rather be doing all the time...but as u say weather permits.

"safe in the knowledge that it's giving me a legit...

2007-12-14T19:41:00.000Z

"safe in the knowledge that it's giving me a legitimate excuse to hole myself up for the day"

Oh yes, I totally recognise that one. The sense of home is I think coming from: Cooking + lovely smells + warmth + nurturing + comfort equals home.

Unless you don't like cooking of course. Me? Love it. Big vat of carrot and swede mash to do this weekend. With bacon bits and pepper and rosemary, and lots of butter. Freezer bags at the ready, lovely grub for weeks to come - though I do eat other things with it. And not just jam. I'm jammed out to be honest :)

I wish I could find the pleasure in the preparatio...

2007-12-12T16:59:00.000Z

I wish I could find the pleasure in the preparation of food. It eludes me, entirely.

Well done, by the way.

If you ever want a really good chutney recipe, let...

2007-12-08T23:13:00.000Z

If you ever want a really good chutney recipe, let me know. That requires chopping and boiling, but not much else and then you need some emtpy jam jars or similar for storage.

It's odd that, despite being the absolute opposite of a girly-girl housewife type, I find few things more relaxing than cooking something slowly (stew, soup, chutney, jams) or crossstitching.

Sheenagh x

I'll forgive you the rather industrious soup-makin...

2007-12-08T17:32:00.000Z

I'll forgive you the rather industrious soup-making business, because of that description you gave of a rainy Saturday. Perfect. Spot-on. I hate that pressure there is to go out at the weekend and do things. A rainy Saturday relieves that pressure for everyone apart from the keenest 'must do, must do, must do stuff' idiots.

But, terrible thought, you weren't listening to Workers' Playtime, were you? Is it 1951 again, and nobody told me? ;)