So today is curry day. Not a big curry you understand, in case that Brownhills Bob, Stevie Wilcox and Kate G are reading, as they are all on the list to be fed like hungry piglets.
I'm doing some for Wally the Welder and Pat, to sheer them up because their doggie Roger died last week and it has really upset them.
Prepped all my fresh ingredients, ginger, garlic and coriander leaf, then went for a firk through the freezer to see what is left of my special Baltimore stock sent me by Molly Goatwax.
She's quite the expert in growing exotic varieties and this morning I pulled out a chocolate Congo Habanero, it really is chocolate brown and smells a bit like chocolate too. Also I chopped a Trinidad Habaero. As always, I tried just the tiniest piece ot the Congo on my tongue. That was half an hour ago and my vocal chords have just about recovered, but my lips are still numb.
Deceptive little bastards they are, looking so cute with their lovely shapes and colours.
Here's the little piece of paper that was in the bag.
If you aren't on today's list, your turn will come !