Tonight was patty things, I know there's a better word but it escapes me, of farm sweet potato, dug yesterday.
Eight minutes in the microwave, while the salted onion browns, then peel, ouch it's hot, mix with fresh Thai basil growing in the kitchen, egg, the onion, pinch of berbere. Don't clean the pan after the onion, it's flavored, and saute.
There's enough for two meals on one sweet potato. About 12 minutes from thinking about it to eating.
A packet of malt vinegar squeezed over. This was a really unexpectedly good combo with the spices and the basil.
Listening to Dorothy Sayers' Presumption of Death on Libby, library app, read by Edward Petherbridge who played the best possible Lord Peter in the TV version with Harriet Walter playing Harriet Vane.
It feels very right for him to read this, as if he has an inside track. This book was finished, brilliantly by Jill Paton Walsh after Sayers' death. One of the few books well done in the style of the author by a successor. Thrones and Dominations is good too, same writer.
Audiobooks are for when I'm stitching. When I'm just reading, at the moment it's Jonathan Strange and Mr Norell, another by Susanna Clarke, about magic and magicians who act like irritable councilmen. I put it on my Kindle, easier than reading online and I have the font at a comfortable size.
She wrote The Ladies of Grace Adieu which I read recently. She's able to write in the style of several nineteenth century authors, really entertainingly because it's deliberate. Now it's Austen, now Trollope, now Scott, now Dickens, and always good, very sly.
Quite a bit of stitching today which I'll blog about soon.
And a bit of garden cleanup, deadheading spent flowers and finding they looked so much better after that, that I decided against cutting them right back. They still have some season in them. The deadheading exposed whole areas of buds on the chrysanthemum.
I'm not fond of the color of the yellow daisies, but I'm slow to cut them back since I found the goldfinches love the seeds.
