Consuming

Let's start with something that is undoubtedly good for you.

Just look at all that veg.

I was very taken by how vibrantly colourful an evening meal I was cooking one day last week looked, the red onion and the peppers against the white rice.

It's a meal a probably cook once a month and can vary depending on what is in the fridge. Bacon, chicken, sausage or pepperoni is added, but whatever the combination it is enjoyed. Usually with a slice or two of garlic bread.

Something else very delicious but probably not quite so good for you is the shortbread, cream and strawberries we enjoyed the other Sunday when we went to a Mela festival. For happy picnic guests start with a shortbread or shortcake biscuit, top with squirty cream and finish off with a strawberry or three. 

From food to drink. Here is R, G's niece, (her dad behind here) celebrating her 30th birthday with a sweet martini cocktail. Food was also consumed during a very relaxing family lunch at a pub in Salisbury.

Food for thought this time in the shape of a trip to the theatre for myself and G quite a few weekends ago when we saw Catch 22. I remember John Sargent championing this book in the BBC series The Big Read and it's always been one of those books you think 'Oh I should read that' but you just don't.

Last year I did read it because one month it was designated as the choice for our book club. I ploughed through the first 116 pages thinking what on earth is going on here and then I got it. I loved it. I couldn't wait to finish it. So when G noticed it was coming to the local theatre we booked tickets. It was excellent. There was a small cast each playing multiple roles and they were superb.

Another recent trip to the theatre could have seen me being consumed by jealousy if I had been so inclined! G suggested we go and see a Shakespeare play, like the opera and the ballet, this was another new experience for me. We chose As You Like It and in the epilogue spoken by the pretty and very talented actress who played Rosalind she says 'If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me'. With that she fixed a bearded G with a stare and a grin and made her way off the stage to where he was sat and came and planted a big smacker of a kiss on his cheek. He was delighted. My first Shakespearian theatre trip isn't one we'll forget.