I made this yesterday. It’s probably obvious, but I record it here in case I forget what I put in and when I made it. it serves 4-6 normal people and 3-4 Podesta people.
Bacon / Lardons (not that many actually)
Onions (one or two) diced or sliced depending on how you like it.
Whole box of mushrooms, sliced
Knob of butter
Goats cheese ‘log’
Pasta – as much as you need to feed them all.
Put the bacon in a heavy frying pan and cook it till it gives off its fat. Then put in the onion, and cook it till it starts to brown a bit.
Start to cook the Pasta now.
Use the marsala to deglaze the pan and then add the mushrooms and a bit of butter. Add the herbs then cook the lot till the mushrooms are well done.
Put in about a third of the cheese in with the mushrooms and bacon and then put the cooked pasta in this pan. Mix it all up.
Serve up and use the rest of the cheese to crumble over the top of each portion.
”Anybody can use Public Transport, Sweetie!”
I’ve a new job, which is a blissful 3.7 miles away. This means that when the mood takes me I can cycle. If it’s raining or if I’m feeling lazy then I can get the bus. After years of driving to workplaces I’m back on public transport and rediscovering the opportunities for reading, observation and contemplation that bus travel brings. If the bus is late I get a few more pages of my book read. On the bus I can look at the scenery (it helps if you live in north Leeds where there are some great views), or observe the extremely varied fellow-passengers. I like the noise of engine and the ding of the bell, and the way that kids LOVE travelling on buses.
In just two short months I’ve seen loads of things that restore my faith in humanity. People say ‘after you’, or they get up from the priority seats when it looks like someone else needs them more. An elderly lady looked after another who was a bit confused and kept saying ‘I’m gonna be sick’. She spoke softly, and let her know which stop she should be getting off at. That same lady, who’s a regular, has a walking frame, and I’ve seen a couple of people help her on and off the bus with it.
I only have to get in my car when I’m working in Bradford, and I think I might investigate the train and shanks’ pony for this, given how much more relaxing it is when someone else is doing the driving.
Let this grow this year, rather than trying to make it neat. Looks lovely.
Not sure why, but every time I see a list of books I’m going to post it here:
I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.