The rain stopped

So at least I got to go for a walk; it was cold out though. Yet another blip of desperation before retreating to the sofa by the fire.

I made a bolognese sauce for lunch. I don't use a specific recipe but I always follow Elizabeth David's rule of putting hardly any tomato in it -- this time just a squirt of puree and half a tomato that I found in the fridge. As well as the mince it featured the secret ingredients of one of the clandestine Cumberland sausages removed from its skin, some dried wild mushrooms, and a cinnamon stick. I thought it was pretty good. One thing I enjoy about pasta dishes is considering the best shape of pasta to use. Bolognese seems to need long pasta, but not spaghetti, my least favourite shape. So I used narrow linguine.

And that's how interesting my day has been ...

In other news I did read an interesting thread on Twitter about food shortages in the 1970s. I remembered the panic buying of sugar, but not the flour shortage that caused bakeries to ration people to one loaf each. Features the contents of Margaret Thatcher's pantry.