It was a quieter weekend, indeed, thanks to an unexpected small urgent project that I was offered on Friday. I had to stop an on-going project for a day, and had to re-start it during the weekend. No rest for the wicked.
But thanks to the unexpected project (= an unexpected little income), I decided to buy lamb instead of beef for a spicy stew. (As far as I remember, lamb pieces for stewing is £1 per pound dearer than beef.) So, I wasn't in a bad mood or anything. Typical that all my attentions go to food whenever I think of a treat...
But the work in the Friday morning was so intense that I was awufully knackered, and felt dizzy when I went out to the town for a break at lunchtime. Went to the bakery, and then to the butcher's. I enjoyed the fresh air and the brisk walk, but somehow the connection between my brain and my mouth was kind of wrecked/damaged/tangled, and it took me a stupidly long time to ask for the lamb pieces. (Couldn't help laughing at myself.) The butcher's face was, "Here she goes again..."
Then, when my girls came home, my wee one told me off for not buying her favourite barbecued chicken wings. So, we popped in the shop again on the way to Tesco before teatime. (4 barbecued chicken wings and 1 large yummy barbecued spare rib piece were only £1.62.) A different butcher served us, but the one who had served me earlier was sorting out a few trays nearby. As soon as he spotted me, he said to me, "You forgot that?!" with a face of "It's not a surprise at all". It's always when he is in the shop that I feel as if having too many holes in the head. Everything goes very smoothly whenever he is not in the shop, you know. Pity that I couldn't think of any clever words to talk back... I'm sure he believes that I wa born blond.
By the way, the lamb stew was out of this world. The recipe is from "Ethnic Paris Cookbook". I do recomment this book to anybody who loves cooking variety of dishes from North Africa, Middle East, Far East, South East Asia, Sub-Sahara Africa and Caribbean Islands. I guess somebody can write a very good London version of this book.
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