Showing posts with label Tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tea. Show all posts

Friday, September 22, 2023

Wild Thursday, friends and freecycling

Yesterday was all about parcels on the step, misfits arriving, and general post activity on the front step.

Almost all the books, several parcels, were picked up yesterday from the step by happy free cyclers, in the middle of which the misfits box arrived, barely room to fit in, and Gary came hurtling over to collect his ice packs, he always likes to have them from the coolpack,  and carry the box indoors for me. Hence no outdoor picture.

But here's the bigger than usual haul


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I'm trying cacao for cocoa, and I think it's the same thing. I often make cocoa in the evening, sometimes make a chocolate cake. And then there's the beauty of some of the food, like this bowl where I put the blueberries with the golden berries.

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Golden berries are new to me, introduced to them by Misfits, and I like them. They're related to tomatillos, and are sweet-to-savory in taste. They're also packed with vitamin C, which those of us allergic to orange juice are glad to know.

The influx of beans is related to a plan for firemen's chili from the newly arrived WCK cookbook. This weekend being forecast as stormy, is a good time to make and eat it.

And in the middle of all this, my tea delivery happened

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Complete with complimentary teabags, which are usually decaffeinated and go to Handsome Son.

Then my artist contractor friend came over for first look at the artworks I'm free cycling

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He sometimes gets frames from me, but this time didn't need anything. We had a lovely convo instead about furniture he got from me in the past and spruced up as only he can, Globe Wernicke bachelor bookcases, which had run their course with me. 

He also showed me pictures of the completed mancala boards, now delivered to  the uni for presentation to big donors, beautiful woods. And we discussed my current applique wallhanging, his input really good.  

He noticed my surface for organizing current stitching is the library table he handmade long ago and passed on in its turn, very happy about seeing it in use. And we paid our respects, as every time he visits, to the beautiful mahogany mantelpiece he designed and installed. 

We also talked about my new furniture moving plans, which he likes, agreeing that these houses, he lives in one, are quite rigid in design, not many choices of arrangements because of the traffic patterns. 

Busy social day, all in all, getting things accomplished before the weekend's stormy forecast. I'm wondering whether to bring in the ficus today, too, before it gets waterlogged. It's about the time of year I usually do, nights getting cooler. We'll see..

After he departed, I listed the artworks on free cycle and had a taker in a few minutes, so they'll be gone this morning. 

Happy day everyone, enjoy doing whatever's in your plans, or whatever comes at you unexpectedly, as things tend to do.

And here's a puzzle

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Thursday, April 30, 2020

MIF and a squint at books

I heard yet another rerun of the tea discussion today: milk in first or not. The original idea being, and I strongly doubt it, that putting a drop of milk in first prevented  your china cup from cracking.

 Except that real tea drinkers pour the tea first, around a silver spoon if you're nervous about grandma's cups, then add milk to taste, depending on the strength of the tea. First cup out of the pot not as strong as later ones. It's a minor art.

 My mom used to say the best tea with milk in, was the color of a golden sovereign. A useful tip if you'd ever seen one, I suppose. She had, they still being legal tender, if very hard to come by, in her youth.

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Vital supplies, more under the shelf.

Speaking as one whose tea is more builder's than Downton Abbey, charges roaring like a wild beast out of the pot, I still put milk in second. In my Chinese mug. No saucer, my dear, averted eyes, pearls clutched.

So that being settled, and I'm sure you were engrossed, on to snooping.

I like how many people's homes we can see into via online meetings and newscasts. I always like to see the books and wonder if they've hidden the Agatha Christies and put out the Decline and Falls for bragging rights.

Here, with no editing, is a ramble round my four walls, getting closer by the day. Enjoy peeking.

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 Cookbooks, not many
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 More cookbooks

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 Writing, musing

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Wildlife
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 From art teaching days

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 Knitting, see that ww2 British one?

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 Weaving, stitching, tapestries

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 Handmade
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Handmade and blanks

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Rereads, Heyers, Pyms, Bensons, Delafields. Handsome Son gallery on top. Frames of handmade paper.

I gave away many artbooks and other readables during the Great Winnowing. Haven't missed them, what with Kindle, ebooks, audiobooks.

But I still enjoy browsing in paper books.