My blogging juices aren’t flowing at the moment. Not sure why. It certainly isn’t for a lack of recipes to share. I still haven’t told you about this or about this. Nor have I told you about all the partridges and pheasants and pigeons that have been hanging in the garage this autumn (thank you, Andy) nor about how I have learnt to pluck and gut and butcher these birds (sorry to be so graphic, vegetarians).
I will write about all of these things but not right now and not in the next couple of weeks. That’s not to say that these pages will be post-less for the rest of the month. Quite the opposite. I’ve decided to post a picture a day instead. A picture taken on that day, to be more precise.
Easier said than done, perhaps. It’s only mid-November and already there are only eight hours of watery, winter light per day. Expect a lot of candles! 😉
PS That’s not a candle. Got a Sun Jar for the window sill as a candle on Marco’s favourite lookout spot was way too risky.
If I didn’t have my iPod, it’s quite possible that I just wouldn’t exercise at all. I’m not one of those people like D (cough – freaks) who enjoy getting all breathless and sore for the sake of being breathless and sore.
I need motivation. I need distraction. I need music.
At the moment, I am trying to compile the perfect soundtrack for an hour long run. The following tunes are songs which regularly appear on my “Exercise” playlist. I understand that there will be serious music fans out there who might baulk at The Pixies and Destiny’s Child being grouped together but I care not. They make me want to keep running.
SONGS TO RUN TO
Hotel Yorba – White Stripes
9 to 5 – Dolly Parton
Elvis Ain’t Dead – Scouting for Girls (I challenge you not to sing along)
Bat Out of Hell – Meatloaf (Very good for fartlek training)
Professional Widow (remix) – Tori Amos
Valerie – Mark Ronson (feat. Amy Winehouse)
White Trash Wedding – Dixie Chicks
Crazy in Love – Beyonce
Respect – Wheatus
Somewhere Else – Razorlight (play this at the end of a run and imagine the applause is for you!)
Come Home – Placebo
Bootilicious – Destiny’s Child
Debaser – Pixies
Now, here’s where I’d like your help. I’d like to add more songs to this playlist and need some inspiration.
Can you suggest any songs to run to?
A few weekends ago I took a trip down Pitlochry way to visit some of my family who were holidaying in the area. It’s a beautiful part of the country – leafy and craggy with wide winding rivers – and we had a fantastic time walking the dogs along country roads, stopping off for lunch in the quaintest country pub I’ve ever seen this side of the Scottish border.
The sunny afternoon was made even more perfect by the discovery of a huge and very productive walnut tree. I didn’t even know we got them this far north. Within five minutes we had stuffed our pockets and three poo-bags (the only vessel on us) full of nuts and began traipsing happily down the road chatting about the banana breads and pestos and coffee cakes we were going to make with our harvests.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. Even after drying, the nuts were inedibly bitter and were fit for nowt but the compost bin. Booooo.
My consolation was to be found in the supermarket later that week. It may have just been the end of October but Christmas nuts were on sale already. Hooray! For the first time ever, I snubbed the angular Brazil nuts completely and bought a huge bag of wrinkly walnuts instead. And I knew exactly what I wanted to make with them first: a big Waldorf Salad.
If you are looking for a classic recipe here, go look elsewhere. My version of this salad is rustic, chunky, includes lettuce and is mayonnaise free. Nevertheless, it’s really, really good and surprisingly filling too.
By the by, whilst I was looking around the internet for inspiration for my waldorf salad I came across this article from a 1904 edition of the New York Times. It may just be the funniest. most adorable thing I have ever read.
One small, red apple – chopped and tossed in lemon juice to prevent discolouration
2 sticks of celery, chopped
1 baby gem lettuce, leaves separated
Handful of walnuts, gently toasted
For the dressing (based on Skye Gringell’s recipe)
1/2 tspn honey
1 tspn Dijon mustard
1 tspn white wine vinegar
1 tspn creme fraiche
1 tblspn olive oil
1 tspn chopped parsley
- Add the apple, celery, baby gem and walnuts to a big bowl
- Whisk together the dressing ingredients and spinkle over the salad.
- Toss and serve.
A couple of weeks ago Shruti from Kodak contacted me asking for permission to use some of my pictures in a new feature on their website. I agreed and was chuffed to bits tonight to discover that three of them have been used as examples of good composition in the Photography Tips section.
Just been exploring the other pages on the site and I’m really impressed with the advice and ideas. Anyone interested in developing their skills with a camera might want to check the site out too. 🙂
November is not many folk’s favourite month. It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s wet and it’s muddy. In fact, the Finnish word for November is Marraskuu which literally means “death month”. Not ones for mincing their words are those Finns…
Me, I like November. I put more clothes on, I light some candles, I drink red wine, I buy scarves, I eat pumpkin and I feel no guilt whatsoever at snuggling up on the sofa for hours at a time.
This weekend I, blissfully, had absolutely nothing to do. Marco and I walked along the beach at Loch Ness (only 10 minutes from my house) and we watched the snow fall out the window.
Somehow, that took up the whole weekend. 🙂