Greenan Castle, Ayr.
Hullo ma wee blog,
It seems I've been abandoned to a rare night of solitude with the lovely G being off to see The Noisettes in concert in Edinburghs fair toon with a bunch of colleagues from work. I was given the chance to go but don't really fancy them for some reason. {taste probably}
So here I am all alone in Robertson Towers, the servants have the night off and the drawbridge is set to auto for when the lovely G's carriage approaches. { I hope she makes it before midnight, that whole pumpkin and mouse things is so frightfully passe don't you think.....} Night is drawing near with cold promise on her lips and may arrive bedecked with coat tails of softest white {according to the BBC weather report that is.}
I have set some logs upon the fire and descended to the kitchen in the bowels of chez nous to rustle up some notably creative dish suitable for a man with a taste for fine wine and time to spare in the making. A solitary dinner awaits. I have a notion for some liver perhaps. I have an excellent Chianti breathing softly as it gently comes to life in the corner .
Not so sure about the fava beans though.....
It would be a good night too for an old horror film and a wee Singleton of Dufftown or a Dalwhinnie single malt. Perhaps Boris Karloff as 'The Mummy' or Bela Lugosi as 'Dracula'. A memory of 'Friday night is horror night' late night TV as a youngster. Luckily, I have an extensive DVD collection too.
Don't worry about rushing home my love.
Unless of course the music you hear is from the children of the night........
{now where did I put that insurance policy?}
see you later
Listening to Chopin 'Nocturne in C minor'
3 comments:
Yes, the silence of the lambs, very good! I love a bit of liver, but I always eat it alone. J was a veggie for many years, and struggles with some cuts of meat. I like the whole animal, but tend to skip on the tripe, if you don't mind....
All good pun, Swifty!
With you on the tripe too. Dad loved it so I often stopped on my way to see him and bought some at the local farm shop. I would then carry it into the house at arms length.
The smell of tripe cooking is almost enough to make me vegetarian - even if only for a wee while.
cheers and have a good weekend.....Al.
Liver [with onions] is one of those rare occasion meals best consumed alone or by mutual consent. The thought of combining it with a horror movie would be a sure recipe for indigestion.
On the evenings when J. is out of town I usually treat myself to rotisserie chicken from the local deli. After that, I can read until some uneartly hour with impunity.
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