It wasn’t my brightest idea to get my hair cut on Friday, on possibly the coldest week of the year so far. I had a good inch or two snipped off to bring me back up to shoulder length (choppy for spring), but now my neck is exposed and I’m feeling very sorry for myself.
This morning we sipped coffee and watched the sparrows on the sofa, revelling in the sunshine without actually facing the subzero temperatures. Eventually the sunshine was too tempting, but to cope with the cold we decided to run a 6-mile loop through Steep and Sheet, where we could see the Poet Stone from the road and the birds called down to us in the winter sun. By the end our bodies were so warm, and the sunshine so bright, that if we closed our eyes we were transported to the pub garden in mid-July.
In the evening I made the warmest, most comforting meal I could think of. In July we’d picked wild marjoram and dried a few sprigs in a jar, to revive the flavour of summer in any season. I ground the dried leaves and flowers into a batch of dough and made a crispy garlic focaccia. With the collection of root vegetables we had rolling around in the fridge, I brewed a spicy soup with carrots, parsnips, sweet potato, onion, garlic, ginger, turmeric, thyme, sage, cider vinegar and borlotti beans, with a scoop of yoghurt swirled in for flavour. On the side, a glass of tonic with homemade rhubarb & lime gin infused with the rhubarb glut from June.
Keep warm, friends!