Drizzle...I like that word. I've just drizzled oil over the veggies 'cos we're having roasted veg and scampi for supper...I know what you're thinking...'that's an odd combination...shan't be going to their house for supper' but there was a wizened parsnip just sitting there waiting to be eaten and a couple of sad looking carrots...so they've gone in the oven with some onion and cloves of garlic and a few small potatoes...
And I so like scampi, even after I'd read the packet instructions and blurb and it said they are scampi made from more than one scampi...and they were caught in the North Sea.
One of our daughter-in-laws...the one who lives near the Artic circle...she calls prawns and scampi the 'woodlice of the sea' and she won't eat them but she tucks into Moose. They can be very fierce apparently...I try not to think about it 'cos our son goes out shooting them.
She took their two dogs out for a walk the other day and heard Wolves howling in the forest...now call me a wimp if you like...but if I was to hear Wolves howling, I'd go straight back home and shut all the doors. And the temperature was something quite silly...said the hairs in her nose froze.
Anyway we're having scampi and roasted veg 'cos I couldn't think of anything else and the parsnip looked sad.
Do you remember when eating scampi and chips in a basket in a 'pub was the height of decadence...and drinking Snowballs 'cos they came in a fancy sort of glass and there'd be a cherry on a stick...I think it was Advocat and fizzy lemon...can't remember. Certainly wouldn't drink it now but I was a bit naïve when it came to drinks back then.
I've just opened a bottle of Blackberry Vodka that I made in the autumn...it's seriously moreish so I'll need to stop after one small glass...there's Sloe Gin tucked away in the cupboard as well.
Do hope you are well enough and looking forward to the coming year...