And it’s a cold one!
The wind is fierce, nearly blowing me off my feet this morning on our walk, but it’s dry and if you can keep out of the wind, actually quite mild.
Temperatures plummeted around 4.30 this morning, waking Hubby up in the process.
Old volcano chops here was sweating profusely and had thrown the covers off on my side, but Hubby was cocooned in the duvet, so I hadn’t inadvertently stripped him sotospeak.
He got up to get himself a drink and checked the thermostat, which showed 14º C (57.2 F), so he flicked the heating on. Meanwhile, Ms Vesuvius rolled over and went back to sleep.
The extreme changes in weather one day to the next is confusing. Rain is forecast later and until the early hours, so getting out for walks is going to be hit and miss. Not that it would be a problem really as we have our yellows which keep out the wind as well as the rain. If necessary, we have the leggings to match so can do our banana split impression walking up the road. People laughed at us when we were on the boat, but although our faces might have been chilled, the rest of us was warm and dry. Maggie had her own little jacket with a black waterproof pop-on that Hubby had made which you can make out in the left picture. It lasted well, and when we moved here, she had another pop over in her yellow jacket upon which we had stencilled DEAF and later ANXIOUS when her peripheral vision started to fail.
Lunch today is toad in the hole. The last one I remember making was in the bungalow when we had an Italian student staying with us and he wasn’t too keen. When he saw what it was he laughed, and announced it was ‘no frog’, and wanted seconds. Happy days.
I have not ventured out. My plan was get out of bed when I felt like it, as I knew I would have no energy. I woke up just after 9am. Still in PJ’s but shall get in other clothes soon.
Nothing planned than reading.
Lunch, may be a bit of a mux. Not quite sure what I’m having.
Then I will be with my support bubble in afternoon.
One half of support bubble wanted me down for luch, but I said I would be there in afternoon and depending how I feel, I may stop longer and have sandwiches.
I have, as I have blogged this year, feel having weekends to myself are more precious than before. Just to switch off.
I think ‘me’ time is important, especially if you are busy throughout the week. It’s nice just to have a ploddy day. Ours are nearly all ploddy and the only thing we try to do every day (other than eat LOL) is go for a walk.
I had toad in the hole a lot as a child and I loved it! Great memories. Now I’m hungry. Have a good day.
Thanks Pam. We’ve just had it, and it was really good as it made a change from the norm.
It is bitter cold here. Coldest so far this winter but it’s the wind that makes it really brutal. Yesterday’s high was 25 degrees F (-3.8C) with winds at 40 mph. I didn’t want to go out!
We’ve been out twice, so one more today I think as the wind is picking up even more now.
I have the window open even if the furnace is going, the heat is to dry for me. And what is a Toad in the hole?
Sausages in yorkshire pudding.
Several people have asked, so I’ll do a post with pictures from the internet as I didn’t take any today.
Yes, the weather has been strange all over we are expecting a mild weekend but SunValley got so much snow, the ski runs were shut down because of the danger. I still have hot flashes or night sweats as they called them at my age but they feel the same. I got a notice from the hospital to made an appointment for the vaccine. Pumpkin is going to be a cat with special needs. Have good walks and stay safe.
Glad to hear your vaccination is coming up. Keep safe.
Hmm. Is toad in a hole an egg in a slice of toast or is it a sausage baked in a pudding? I don’t think I’ve had either but it does sound intriguing. We are bracing for a lot of snow here. Stay warm!
Sausages in yorkshire pudding Val. I like the sound of an egg in the toast though! That would actually be quite a good snack/final meal of the day for me as eggs are free and I could have the bread as my 2nd B option.
I’ve always wondered what “toad in the hole” IS. I’m sure it’s not an actual toad, and I’m also sure that someone has told me, but I didn’t retain the knowledge. So can you enlighten me? As to the weather, it was raining here yesterday, really streaming down. It felt like spring and I just hope the plants know the difference, as we’ve had the peach crop up here ruined a few years due to early budding and then frost which kills the buds. No peaches for us! But when I got up this morning, there were at least two or three inches of snow on the ground. Ziggy was not best pleased and is stretched out now in front of my fireplace, warming his belly. The sun has been fitful, peeping in and out of the clouds, but it’s mostly overcast. It’s not that cold all the same. And thank goodness the wind has died down. That moans around my house, and rattles the windows and freaks Ziggy out. I hope you get a good walk in!
Hi Melanie! Two walks so far, one round the park and one round the estate.
Toad in the hole is sausages (‘toad’) in yorkshire pudding (hole). I cooked the sausages first, then made up a batter mix of flour (plain is best but I only had self raising), an egg and some milk, then poured that over the sausages and put it back in the oven for about 20 minutes.
The wind is blowing madly and is bitter, but we enjoyed our walks and had hot soup when we got back from the second.
Hope Ziggy is suitably toasted.
Oh it must be wonderful to pick a fresh peach off the tree! We miss our apple tree as we could do just that for apple sauce or crumbles. Nothing like it.
I had to look up the recipe for Toad in the Hole and that sounds really good.
It was really nice and made a very pleasant change to just bangers, mash and beans.
I think I could listen to you talk about your cultural “norms” for a long time…I love the names.
Spotted dick appeal?
It’s a steamed pudding, but I do a cheat one in the microwave.
bahahaha! That I definitely never heard of! It seems like Americans are so self-centered in their own ideas of the norm…I love hearing about things that are important or somehow meaningful to other people. I guess part of that is because now with no grandparents or older relatives many of the cultural diverse practices in my life are gone forever.
An American business boss thought bread pudding and bread and butter pudding were the same. I made him a bread pudding to take back with him and he loved it.
I never heard of bread and butter pudding. My son used to make a wonderful Whiskey Bread Pudding. I love it. I love going places and trying new foods.
I haven’t made one for a long time.