Sitting with the silence turning the heel on a sock.
George's Christmas list. He would like a bicycle pannier and a large map of Middle Earth. I ask him if he is planning a bike trip to The Lonely Mountain to find Smaug's treasure and if so would he like me to make him some lembas bread?
Tom's beard-in-progress (BIP?). His hair is already down to his shoulders. I think he may end up looking something like this. I secretly hope that he will.
A leek and bacon tart the custard part of which was made from two eggs plus the leftover cheesy-creamy-cidery sauce which I served with chicken joints on Sunday. It was extra delicious because good use had been made of leftovers.
Working out the cost of baking. This slightly weird, nerdy behaviour is actually quite empowering. Knowing flour, for example, costs 2p an ounce, butter 12p, granulated sugar 2p, demerara sugar 7p and an egg 20p makes you realise just how much money you can save by baking from scratch. I made a batch of twelve rolls yesterday and worked out that they cost 7p each. A loaf of bread costs me 40p in ingredients and 5p in electricity (I bake 4 loaves at a time).
Katie and Tom have been perfecting their cinnamon toast making skills. Katie has long since been an expert cocoa maker and mastery of cinnamon toast will set her up nicely for winter.
I very much liked Detectorists on BBC4 and was sorry when it finished last week. It has been the only thing worth watching on telly lately.
My copy of Jane Kenyon's collected poems finally arrived from Philadelphia after a long wait. I am indebted to Megan for introducing me to her, blog friends share wonderful things.
Yesterday was the last garden waste collection day of the year, so of course today is the day I decide to fill my garden waste bin with spent michaelmas daisies, goldenrod and an accidental rose. There they will stay for the next five months quietly composting until the collections start up again. Meanwhile I have four sodden November roses on my windowsill and they are pleasing me greatly.