Oh god, I so loved my weekend. We had one fight about teenage behaviour, a minor violin strop and one phone confiscation and I had to de-mite both the chickens and the chicken house (speculative, there is a lot of feather removal going on, which they choose to do whilst standing on the back step and staring in at us for extra creepiness), but apart from that, the wonder of it. I woke up on Saturday morning and it was just THERE, the autumn, properly, even though it has been cold, unseasonally cold, for at least the last week, misty on occasion, gloves weather at least twice. But Saturday was different: I suppose it was something to do with the light and having the fire going and anyway, it was wonderful and I was gleeful with cosiness and filled with the desire to bustle around in a hygge fashion like some Beatrix Pottter harvest mouse in a bonnet.
On Saturday afternoon I made Hannah's sweet potato coconut and chilli soup (delicious, easy), then I made a chickpea and spinach curry with the remaining coconut milk (hmm) whilst listening to Elvis Costello's memoir on audiobook (he is reading it himself and is very very funny and wonderful as you would imagine). On Sunday, we made bolognese for the freezer and a beautiful leg of lamb with baby roast potatoes all of which is frankly astonishing because as frequently documented here I loathe cooking and suck at it, this was simply the magical power of autumn removing my normal personality for a few brief hours.
We also got the jumpers out of the freezer to make room for batch cooking and surrender them once more to the mothbastards, collected two pictures from the framers and bought a new kettle and also a Microplane grater, because I have wanted one since I first read Nigella's How to Cook (which is deliciously prescriptive about tools, I love people who are firm about what you need, see also India Knight writing about pretty much everything and Esther Walker's new blog, which I am greatly enjoying), so that I can make lemon drizzle cake without sacrificing my knuckles to the box grater. And now you are all gagging on my insufferable smugness but fear not because Monday is here and THE DOOM WILL RETURN.
30% there is a Marcolini coffee eclair in the fridge and I can't focus on anything else
10% lunch plotting
10% really want to make this apple pie
10% Dutch exam nerves
10% insufficient layering for ambient temperature
10% goat thoughts
10% desire to Microplane something, anything
10% no to this shite-tastic Halloween display:
(Postscript: my smuggery bubble has just been punctured by realisation that all my bags of nutritious batch cooked soup have adhered themselves to the freezer drawer wall so firmly, it is impossible to remove and eat any of them without defrosting the entire sodding thing, fool)