pork terrine with bubble and squeak

using up: pork terrine, cooked cabbage, an elderly swede

I made a lovely pork and spinach terrine as part of the Christmas Fayre, but what with us being unwell, we didn't eat much of it. I put half in the freezer, but I was a bit concerned about the piece remaining in the fridge, but what to do with it?

We cut it into chunks, and hurled it in the Remoska - how I love that thing! Boiled up potato and half a swede, then roughly mashed them in the pan (no milk or butter). Put more beef dripping than is probably good for us into a frying pan, and added the mashed veg, and the cabbage. Patted it all down into a sort of cake, and then the tricky bit - leave it alone. It's very tempting to stir it about, but I find with B&S that you need to just let it cook and brown. You can flip up the edges, of course, to see how it's doing. When it's brown, turn it over in installments, so there are plenty of crispy bits.

I ate mine with lashings of tomato ketchup, while Pete (who is peculiar) had Lee and Perrins with his.

Originally published at Reactive Cooking.

it was only a matter of time, I guess

I just went into the living room, to find Henry seemingly fast asleep on the turntable (which is catcam #6, for those who are interested), and Ron seemingly fast asleep on the back of the sofa.

So who, I wonder, was responsible for the veritable ocean of tissues which had been removed from the empty box? Thankfully, they hadn't been shredded; presumably Orpheus overtook EnRon before that task began ...

Originally published at the Tribe.

alas, poor blackbird

Mustrum came in through the study window this evening with a blackbird in his jaws. It was, sadly, deceased.

It's very unusual for him to catch anything, or at least to bring it home - he's quite indolent, really. Although he has been a little bit out of sorts for a week or so, to the point where we were discussing a visit to Vim the Vet, just in case, so perhaps he is proving that he's actually fine.

I do hope it's not the Mr Blackbird from the Mr and Mrs Blackbird who have been around the front gardens for literally years, building their nest in one of next door's shrubs. They seem to be a devoted couple, so that would be very sad./

Originally published at the Tribe.

ramtops' twitterings

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