We finally had to address the issue of the ice monster that has taken over the freezer, so I’m making stuff out of the detritus and strange objects one comes across whenever one bites the bullet and has a clearout. Chicken carcasses, old squash and toms well past their best are puttering away on the hob, collating slowly into an absurdly fragrant stock. Later I’ll make a crumble with rhubarb from my garden, and pears from Mum and Dad’s. That could go either way. I’m not an expert in the art, unlike my mate Chris who has a black belt in crumble fu.
To soundtrack this activity, what better than some mellow sounds from the Vienna Vegetable Orchestra?
EXCUSES AND HALF TRUTHS 