Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Leg of Lamb Survival
Remember how we debated whether to eat that leg of lamb from Sunday night? And you all advised us not to?
Well, we did. And we all went to the A&E last night!
No, I'm kidding. We did eat it, but we were fine. Dave cut it up and put it in a stew, and we figured with another hour or so of steady cooking it should be perfectly safe. And it was. Delicious, too, and I am not normally a lamb fan at all. (Well, unless it's living and gallivanting around in a field.)
I had lots of very, very bizarre dreams last night, though, and I'm convinced that lamb was the cause. My brain was gallivanting around in its own hallucinogenic field. They weren't even dreams I could begin to explain -- I was at work, but with people I didn't know, and it wasn't really work, and at one point I was jogging around the building with no pants. Who knows?
We had a quiet day yesterday, which is what Dave's parents needed -- some rest time. It was a bank holiday so Dave and I didn't need to go to work. We toiled in the garden in the morning, and then I took Olga up to the cemetery for a romp. Dave has almost finished planting all the plants he bought within the past few weeks -- some hydrangeas, more alchemilla, some geums, and some others. Oh, and remember that geum I accidentally pulled up a few weeks ago, thinking it was a weed? Well, we replanted it and it seems fine. Durable little devil!
(Photos: Borage, or green alkanet, in our garden. It's a weed, but we've decided to leave it near the back wall, and it's formed a huge bushy colony that's blooming profusely.)