The aroma of a roast chook starting to permeate through the oven door and then waft through the kitchen, into the nostrils, then the brain cells kick in then the saliva glands start to respond then
I love onion soup, really slow cooked onions and rich beef stock with some cider/brandy/sherry.....yum! Luscious croute covered in cheese, food of the Gods!
No, this is the stuff I clean out their hen house. I needed to mix it in with the other compost. So I half emptied the compost bin and dug that into the garden and then mixed some of the chicken poo into the compost bin.
I think I need to go shower. Although I also need a massage on my poor aching back.
ooooooooh you never told me this was going on. i have been fingers to the bone making lemon marmalade (dressed in silk undies as sqad hasn't appeared yet) and i could do with a bit of a pick me up.