What is going on?
Two weeks ago it was blisteringly hot. Humidity was zero. Now we are flooding. Luckily my suburb escaped the hail. When will the frogs and locusts appear? (Uh oh, we’ve got cicadas. Do they count as locusts?)
I know I am getting old but I really wanted to stay home, snuggle on the lounge and watch Poirot, and maybe some Jeeves and Wooster. But this was not to be. (I know Poirot died last week on British TV. Please don’t distress me with the details. I don’t want him dead. Anyway it will probably be years before ABC TV plays it here.)
But back to today, I headed off with Mr Sans to a get together with old friends.
I made these:
VEGETARIAN CURRY FRITTERS
1 onion, diced
couple of crushed garlic cloves
1 tsp grated ginger
1 tsp coriander powder
2 tsp cumin powder
1tsp curry powder
1/2 tsp chopped chilli
1 X 400g can butter beans – drained, rinsed and mashed
1 cup milk
1 1/2 cups SR flour
1 tsp bicarb soda
2 eggs, lightly beaten
salt and pepper to taste
Fry onions, garlic, ginger and spices in a little oil until onion is transparent – set aside. In a bowl, combine milk,flour, bicarb soda, eggs, salt and pepper and beat well until combined. Add onion mixture and mashed beans and mix until combined. Fry heapted tablespoonfuls in hot oil, turn once bubbles appear and fry until cooked through.
Serve with garlic sauce made from Greek yoghurt, garlic sauce and mint.
Didn’t take any photos. Not only because I am a crap photographer but because they were not the most attractive fritters. But they were yummy and went quickly.
I also took some cherry tomatoes in balsamic vinegar, cherry boccochini and grilled capsicum.
See that little shed thingy next to the pool? We were in there. A lovely view, no? Pity it wasn’t hot. Swimming right next to the harbour. Heaven.
We were sitting here:
But I have cheated. These photos are
stolen borrowed form the web. Our hosts live in the apartment next to this one. They are both teachers. They’ve done quite nicely. Not too shabby at all! But Mr Sans could never be convinced to live in a flat. And as we are a noisy family, I think we’d get voted off the island quick smart.
And as you know, there was no sun. There were showers (absolutely pouring down showers) and drizzle and mist. But no sun.
Still it was lovely to catch up with friends.
And I did get enough TV on Friday night. I had the home to myself. My own music, a glass of red and dancing in the lounge room. Then…
Thunder storms. Rain. Lightning. Perfect for watching Miss Fisher in bed. And oh, Miss Fisher and Detective Inspector Jack singing a duet of Let’s Misbehave.
“We’re merely mammals, lets misbehave.”
And the rain on Saturday evening allowed more guilt free TV. A documentary on the lead singer from the Sunnyboys whose life was not so sunny.
And Keating being interviewed by Kerry O’Brien. What an amazing man Keating was! So erudite. And of broad tastes. But so focused.
But the mundane calls. Ironing. Pfft. I need a live-in lady’s maid. Oh, that’s right. Wrong century, wrong family, wrong life.