Another beautiful day. Helen was here for a scratch
lunch, and has now gone to Kirkmichael. Her youngest son Fergus is about to
celebrate his 21st birthday there – with a marquee and a caterer.
I knit the next pattern row, and am absolutely
determined to finish the subsequent plain-vanilla row before I go to bed. That
will leave one more pattern row in the main body of the borders, followed by
three plain-vanillas, followed by the end bit, eight or ten closely patterned
rows with no plain-vanillas in between. I ought to be able to do it in the
fortnight before Cramond.
Kirsten, good apple juice is indeed worth considering
as a cider-substitute. I’ll have a look, the next time I’m putting in a grocery
order. Waitrose sell a rather good low-alcohol cider, but I doubt if my
advisors would approve. I usually drink bitter lemon when I can’t have cider. Presumably
my new carer will cook. I’m rather looking forward to that. I hope it’s an
activity she actively enjoys. The idea is that she will work four or five hours
a day, and be here at night.
Wordle: I scored a peaceful four this morning, along
with most of the others. Alexander and Thomas were the clever ones, with three.
My sister’s problem (anonymous, Thursday) is not competitiveness per se,
but (she says) the fear that I would beat her. There was no persuading her that
some days I would, and some days she would beat me, and some days (probably
most) we’d be equal, and anyway it didn’t matter.
Yesterday was BALSA. It was the day I had often
feared, while engaged in a Wordle struggle: a word I didn’t know. I got it in
six. By then I had ???ALSA, and I had eliminated SALSA. It was a matter of
picking something pronounceable from the remaining letters and keeping fingers
crossed. My winning streak now stands at 59 and I would have been sorry indeed
to spoil it.
I would certainly expect a carer to provide food. Apple juice here tends to be sweet, but if unpasteurized, it will progress _slightly_ toward vinegar and develops a tang that I enjoy. My father used to get a small barrel of cider and let it sit in the cellar after removing the cork. We would siphon out a glassful whenever we wanted. It eventually became very tangy!
ReplyDeleteWhee, that's more knitting left than I thought. Knit on!
We have three choices here (Washington State): apple juice, apple cider, and hard cider. Are we unusual because we are an apple-producing state, or is it the same everywhere? On a return from Australia years ago, I was served granny smith apple cider — absolutely delicious! If you could find that, I’m sure it would be an excellent replacement for your hard cider! Cam
ReplyDeleteI see waitrose.com offers Leckford Estate dry apple juice, that sounds promising... I was useless at wordle today!
ReplyDeleteThere are excellent French non-alcoholic ciders, but bitter lemon would signal a brief respite? Whoever helped with the rain dance yesterday, thank you!! We got downpour for an hour and the temperature dropped!
ReplyDeleteSounds like My sister:). Hope you get a gourmet cook! Chloe
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