I’ve just acknowledged a comment on a previous post, that reminded me of an old expression; “confession is good for the soul”; which is all well and good for my three billys, brought up in the true faith, by yours very truly 😈 but a waste of time for me, as I’m sure that regular readers would all agree! And I trust all my readers are regular, I can’t think of anything worse than….. 😌 😏 😌 😏 😌
Yesterday, being Saturday, the 1st September and officially the first day of Spring here in Australia, – it was thought to be too difficult, for the average convict 🕱🕱 to work the seasons by the sun, even though they’d been doing it for yonks, long before transportation to their new ‘homeland’; – I decided that I’d be nice for a change, and make the War Office a “Pea & Ham Soup”; mind you, she had dropped the hint a few days earlier, by buying a couple of really beautiful, smoked, ham hocks; plus some split peas.
How could I not make what happens to be my favourite, cold weather, soup of choice? 🍲🍲🍲🍲
Today, being the first Sunday in September, – (here in Oz it’s fathers day; yes, we celebrate fathers day here, approximately nine months before mothers day, in the following May. Logical in a way I suppose) – I decided I’d make something special for me.
Well no one else is, are they?
As I’d made a pot of soup, big enough to last two/three days at least. I thought how nice it’d be, to have some croutons with mine. I do like them with pea & ham soup, the War Office doesn’t! So make them I did!
Just a couple of dozen, that’s all. When last I checked them, they needed just another minute or so,, as they needed turning.
I don’t know what happened to cause the distraction, but I was in my bedroom doing I forgot what, when I heard what almost amounted for to scream, from the War Office; and she’s the last person in the world I’d expect to scream; so dashing to her aid, at top speed, sort of, to see what was amiss, there she was, in my smoked filled kitchen, oven door open, and the smoke pouring out,🔥🔥🔥 and the smoke alarm system, making the most horrendous noise imaginable.
My croutons were no more! 😭😭😭😭😭
I do believe she was delighted; once the smoke was gone, all doors, windows, wide open, it didn’t take that long to clear the smoke, leaving just the ashes; she dashed off, got her mobile/cell phone, and took a picture, or maybe more, of my croutons and sent it off to daughter one, daughter two and son. My son’s instant reply was to dig out the Weber and fire it up, seems he uses charcoal in a Weber! 👿
Zeus the Thunderer was well pleased!
I might mention here, that the War Office did not take a photo of the bacon and egg breakfast that I’d prepared, and served her, on this Fathers Day” which I suppose is okay, I’m not her father, and send that off to our three big billys!