New Year my arse. The only thing that is new is the date.
Four days in. Nothing to report.
Today I received an email warning at work that my inbox was taking up too much space so I spent an hour deleting old messages. Among them I found an email that I sent on 5 January 2010, part of which reads "Why do people get so excited about the New Year? It's not new at all - it's just the same old shit with a different date on it!" My opinion has not changed in the intervening 2 years.
This time last week I was blogging about what a splendid Christmas I had. My Mum reckons she prefers the New Year to Christmas, but I find it something of an anti-climax. I've never been fond of New Year celebrations and I am always filled with relief if I don't get invited anywhere. This year, Sir Bruin and I didn't even bother to stay up until midnight. We went to bed at 11:15, although I did get up and look out of the window at the fireworks. I did, however, rather enjoy New Year's Day; I cooked us a beef casserole and after we had scoffed that, accompanied by a bottle of wine, we just sat around all afternoon eating and drinking and watching films. It was great! Perhaps a New Year's Day party is the way forward for The Bears.
I spent Bank Holiday Monday trying to distract myself from the fact that it was the last day of my lovely Christmas break. I indulged in some cooking, which was unfortunately not as successful as my Christmas efforts.
This is some home made bread which didn't taste as impressive as it looks. My dried yeast was out of date so the dough didn't rise as much as I would have liked and the loaves, despite appearances, could definitely have done with a bit longer in the oven.
This is a leek and blue cheese tart which was a bit lacking in flavour. On balance, I prefer Quiche Lorraine. I made a quiche for supper on Christmas Day and it was way better than the offering photographed above. 
Leek, potato and bacon soup accompanied by some of the pudding-like home-made bread. Needed more seasoning; an issue which I addressed when re-heating some of it for supper tonight.I shall return to the song challenge for my next post (I'm determined to finish it), but until then, here is a food related song featuring a very young Paul Young on lead vocals. This is what passed for entertainment in the 1970s.
7 comments:
Oh, I remember that song. Early rap, innit?
And yes, I can't see the appeal of New Year over Ecksmas either. Have a good one anyway.
You too, Mr F.
Young lady! You have been visiting and commenting on my blog for some time. Thank you. It is nice to see you there. However, you seem not to have picked up the most basic of lessons:
You do not have to do stuff just because everyone does it and expects you to.
That is all. I will not give any more unsolicited advise, in case you turn into me. That would not do.
My brother was instrumental in discovering and promoting Paul Young and the Street Band in his days in the Record biz.
Nice looking bread!
Rog - I said that her baps looked nice and got a ding round the head. Do you think I should have phrased it differently?
You should have tried being a little less crusty Sir B!
Hello Vicus - indeed; this is exactly why I rarely go to New Year parties.
Sir Bruin, and Rog - if your puns were buns, I wouldn't need to do any baking.
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