This post is in danger of being the thing I’ve tried to avoid so far with my blog 365 project – a blog about my lunch. Thing is though, I’ve not done a lot other than food today. After a bit of ball wanging for the dog on’t Stray I went to Waitrose for supplies and got a bit carried away. Lunch (get this) was Crab Pate, Caviar (lumpfish) and smoked Oysters on toasted freshly made bread that I’d made with a bit of baby leaf salad and some nice dressing. Tea (just finished) was roast belly pork (absolutely bossed the crackling), roast spuds, honey and mustard roast carrots, spring greens and Yorkshire puddings and a rather splendid gravy I knocked up from the juices and a bottle of wine.
Speaking of Yorkshire puddings, Grassington Festival this year has several Yorkshire Pudding competition – something like best photo, best comedy photo, best Yorkshire pudding themed hat or fascinator, amongst other things. Photos and Yorkshire puddings. Two of my favourite things. I’m reasonably good at both (even though I say so myself). I may have to get involved.
Speaking of two of my favourite things, two of my favourite formats of entertainment were on the radio yesterday. Michael Palin and Test Match Special. Johnathan Agnew (the main man at Test Match Special) interviewed him and concluded said interview with letting the former Monty Python, globe hopping Yorkshireman commentate on the first Over of the session. For a first go, he did a great job. I think they should hang on to him.
Speaking of cricket, England won today – smashed New Zealand to bits, to the tune of a 170 run defeat. This is ace, but it meant I only had half a day or so’s worth of cricket on whilst pottering around the kitchen. Never mind though! Plenty more batting to come this summer.
I could say ‘speaking of summer’ and crack on with some more waffle, but I think I’ll pause there for now. See you tomorrow, dear reader. Leave a comment below if you’re passing. I’d love to hear from some of you. Stats tell me there’s a fair few of you now but you don’t half come across as a shy bunch! Speak up Brown, you’re through.