Grey, bleak and windy here but, so far, no rain since last night. The trees across the road are swaying quite alarmingly and the outside vents on the cooker extract fan are rattling and clattering in a slightly eerie fashion....
Horseradish? Yeeeeeuuuk!! My OH loves it but I can't bear the smell of it. One whiff makes me gag. He's always complaining that it's nearly impossible to buy "proper" horseradish sauce and that all the brands on sale in supermarkets or specialist delis are more mustard than horseradish. I've been forbidden to buy it for him as, because I dislike it, I apparently don't understand what is required. Fine! Suits me if the foul stuff never darkens my refrigerator again.
I loathe hot English mustard, too but I love that whole grain Maille Moutarde à l'Ancienne and get through loads of it on cold cuts and sandwiches and in beer stews.
I've still got several Lidl Puds, Penny. While I had flu, I wasn't eating much so they're waiting for me now my appetite is coming back. If you want to drop round to help me with them, I might even make custard
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I've spent a couple of hours cleaning and polishing the leather chairs so they feel all soft and buttery and smell wonderful. Now I'm wondering if it's too early in the day to permit myself a lovely cold ale?
Probably - but I might do it anyway!