Good morning, everyone. The sun is shining and the windows are open. It's not baking hot or anything but the air is lively and fresh, not humid as it has been, so lets make the most of it. A little lamb joint is slow roasting and everything feels Sunday-ish because of that.
I had a 'moment' yesterday.
I was searching through the freezer to find a pot of frozen lamb stock when I came across a container labelled 'turkey stock and meat for Dad's hotpot' and my heart gave a painful squeeze.
After Christmas, Mum always made what she called a hotpot - it wasn't really, it was more a glorified stew/soup - from the leftover meat and stock from the carcass and Dad always declared that it was the best meal of the season, if not the year. He loved Mum's hotpot.
When Mum stopped doing Christmasses and I took over, I did the same thing and a week or a fortnight after Christmas I would go over for a weekend with a nice bug container of post turkey hotpot. The last two Christmasses Dad stayed home for Christmas but the tradition carried on. This Christmas I couldn't get over because of tier whatever-it-was and then lockdown, so the turkey and stock remained in the freezer, intending for some time in a wet summer spell. But he never got it.
Another little family tradition hitting the dust. Oh, well.
Yesterday was so exciting, I can't even remember what I did. The sign of a lazy day. Today looks like being the same. I will look over my planning for tuition tomorrow but that's about it really.
I hope you have sunshine too - it is really cheering. xx