Legume day

Lentils for lunch,
Beans for supper...

It makes up for being extravagant yesterday and stopping for dinner downtown on the way home. Although I had beans then too, along with bangers and mash, fried onion strings, and apple chutney. There's a lot of pseudo-Irish pub food in Boston, which suits me, since I like it now and then.

And besides, there are occasionally side benefits. Like the chief cook coming out to ask me himself about my carrot allergy. Especially when he's cute. Very cute. And doesn't make his gravy with stock that has carrots in it so I can have gravy, which is a bonus, but the cute part would have been sufficient on its own.

Having indulged that far I decided on dessert, strawberry shortcake with a shot of Grand Marnier (which the waitress asked me before she poured it over the top, and was good even though I don't often have alcohol.) It required tea to accompany it, and that was good too, because being pseudo-Irish, the bar had to provide tea done the right way, with a pot of hot water and the milk separate so I could brew it to my own liking and pour the milk into the cup before the tea. (yes, it does make a difference).

So today is beans.

mmmmmm... beans...

Legume day

Lentils for lunch,
Beans for supper...

It makes up for being extravagant yesterday and stopping for dinner downtown on the way home. Although I had beans then too, along with bangers and mash, fried onion strings, and apple chutney. There's a lot of pseudo-Irish pub food in Boston, which suits me, since I like it now and then.

And besides, there are occasionally side benefits. Like the chief cook coming out to ask me himself about my carrot allergy. Especially when he's cute. Very cute. And doesn't make his gravy with stock that has carrots in it so I can have gravy, which is a bonus, but the cute part would have been sufficient on its own.

Having indulged that far I decided on dessert, strawberry shortcake with a shot of Grand Marnier (which the waitress asked me before she poured it over the top, and was good even though I don't often have alcohol.) It required tea to accompany it, and that was good too, because being pseudo-Irish, the bar had to provide tea done the right way, with a pot of hot water and the milk separate so I could brew it to my own liking and pour the milk into the cup before the tea. (yes, it does make a difference).

So today is beans.

mmmmmm... beans...

Mrs. Hudson Interrupts

When I heard the shout I thought it best to go up and inquire whether or not Dr. Anstruther would require hot water. A feminine presence generally moderates the language used, if not the vehemence expressed, and I knew our doctor's nerves were already scraped raw. But it was Dr. Anstruther whose patience had flown. "I didn't let you follow Mary to the grave in February and I'm damned if you'll go because you nearly drowned," he told his patient, while Mr. Holmes watched white-faced from his place by the mantelpiece. "Don't you know I promised her that you'd live?"

Mrs. Hudson Interrupts

When I heard the shout I thought it best to go up and inquire whether or not Dr. Anstruther would require hot water. A feminine presence generally moderates the language used, if not the vehemence expressed, and I knew our doctor's nerves were already scraped raw. But it was Dr. Anstruther whose patience had flown. "I didn't let you follow Mary to the grave in February and I'm damned if you'll go because you nearly drowned," he told his patient, while Mr. Holmes watched white-faced from his place by the mantelpiece. "Don't you know I promised her that you'd live?"