What we call decent breakfast in my part of the world, NOT some lefty nonsense involving hummus or seaweed.
I didn't have to pay 35 Euros per kilo for those mushrooms, I picked them myself THIS MORNING. 5 o'clock this morning, in fact.
Every time I go back to Brighton I time it for the annual Baked Bean Festival there, because you just CANNOT get a decent baked bean anywhere in France, so I fill the Compact Royce with them. Lady Magnon isn't too happy about being squeezed in the back with five boxes of the things, but - like I say - finding a baked bean worth the name in France is like trying to buy a flat-packed wheelbarrow in Blighty - it CAN'T be done. You have to buy the wheelbarrow in one piece then disassemble it just to put it in the car. Even then you find that there isn't enough room for both it and the beans, so Lady Magnon has to take the train back.
What am I going to do with all these quinces?
(What fun! Don't hurry back, Darling Tom - we are going to do Rachel next!)
This blog becomes increasingly PG Wodehouse. I write these words in praise.
ReplyDeleteDarling Mise - how could we not interpret these words in any other way than praise? We are thinking of trying our hand at you soon, but you will be a 'hard nut to crack'. Not as hard as Sarah Toa - we are not sure we have the literary skill or vision to write a convincing Toa pearl without resort to crass plagiarism!
DeleteDarling Jane and Lance
ReplyDeleteWhat an absolutely super idea to be guesting here and giving dear Tom a little break from his blogging which must, of course, be so tiring for him writing for us everyday and we all wish him a super break so that he can re-charge the batteries and come back even stronger.
I must say I like your guest post today in your delightful style following our friend Cro who is so absolutely lucky to live away from this awful country, rather like yourselves, abroad. One observation I would make is that I am surprised about your knowledge of the baked bean but then I suppose we all eat them at some time in our lives and you probably had them in Birmingham. the fry up in the Cro style in the photograph looks absolutely delicious, especially the sausage. Anyway, it was, as your readers know, and I know Tom is one of them, a post that did not disappoint and everything about it was perfectly acceptable which is all we would expect from you both. I could go on for longer but I will call it day here as I really must get my supper.
By the way I note that you mention you might do me next. I would be surprised if you are able to pull it off with my wide breadth of subjects and my fluid style and versatility. But, of course, we never know with you. Rachel
Paragraphs and everything! We are flattered. We know how much you detest paragraphs, so this little touch means a lot to us!
DeleteWe think we have you nailed in the wide-breadth and versatility department, but time - as they say - will tell!
This is too funny - we thought you said, "I must get RID of my supper," not just 'get' it!
I think I am going slowly mad.
ReplyDeleteTake a tip from us, Elaine. Do not delay - get it over with quickly, and - above all - enjoy yourself in the process!
DeleteIf there is a mushroom mentioned it is always Cro.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Weaver of Grass, except that Tom has - in times of glut - been known to mention fungi himself from time to time!
DeleteWell that's a huge breakfast looks good enough to eat.
ReplyDeleteNo baked beans in France how do they survive.
Merle...............
And so good for one's heart too!
DeleteDear Jane (may I call you 'Jane' after our tiff?), You seem to know me too well. Indeed the Brighton Bean Festival is top of our list of 'musts' this autumn; I hope to see you there again this year. Beans Rock.
ReplyDeleteI know a Hattatt when I see one write.
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