That'll Be Tasty

I've not been in a supermarket so far this month and I think that I will be able to hold out until the start of February.  I've still been eating like a king.  Last night I cooked pheasant for a friend and the entire plateful was made up from things from the farm (some had been frozen in the summer so I'm not boasting about my carbon footprint her).

I am making soups this afternoon to use up some grizzly looking things from the fridge and pantry.  I've gone semi-industrial and intend to freeze quite a lot.  There is bacon and artichoke (PARPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!), there is French Onion (which made use of some undrinkable white wine) and the there is a pheasant and vegetable (with pearl barley and green lentils).  The last one is a hearty soup. At the moment it's so hearty that your spoon would stand upright in it and you would need a throat massage to swallow it.

Anyway.  Mum was also having a kitchen odyssey today.  When I called in for a cup of tea and a chat, she was baking.  I sat in the breakfast room reading the paper and talking to her as she went about her floury business.  All of a sudden...

Mum:      "Look, I can't talk.  I need to concentrate on what I'm doing"

Me:         "Eh?"

Mum       "I've put the tart in the oven and forgotten to put in the nuts"

Me          "It'll be fine"

Mum       "I've already forgotton to put any honey in because I was talking to you"

Me          "What are you cooking?"

Mum       "A honey and nut tart"