No fireworks, great brunch

Weekends are weird.  They’re like weekdays, with less people and no logic.

There are firework parties going on everywhere tonight.  I can hear at least 3 of them.  The idea of a warm coat, baked potatoes, rich hot chocolate (with a shot of something even more warming, perhaps) around a bonfire with fireworks is almost tangible.  But I can’t do standing around nor crowds nor the loud unexpected this week.  So.  I texted one of you all through the live rugby match you were at, and then watched Casualty instead.  A&E at Hospital Number 1 wan’t like that…

from search for "Casualty"

The rest of today is probably best told in pictures.  As a bonus, it comes with a recipe from Libby, inspired by Nigella.  This was seriously good.

Unroll a pack of bought puff pastry onto a greased baking tray. Fold over each edge to make a border. Spread a thin layer of tomato puree. Line with pre-cooked-but-not-yet-crispy bacon. Cover with thin slices of tomato. Sprinkle liberal amounts of mozzarella. Bake until the cheese is golden. Serve with an egg on top. Utter, utter yumminess. Thanks Libs! xx

And since Libby was cooking, this just left the rest of us to do the hard stuff…

Hand/eye ball from MM, solution by JE.

Brunch was followed by a fab excursion to the-pub-around-the-corner, and then a two-hour sleep that it was hard to get out of.   I know the power nap is pivotal but… as I may have mentioned… it’s getting boring.

Next week it all changes.  Things start getting back to normal.  I’ve decided. Therefore it shall be.


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