Gone, but not forgotten

Me, that is. I hope.

;-)

Just wanted to pop in and say I'm having a bit of a brain freeze at the moment, am running shy from things online, but I am here, and I'll be back soon.

I am, however, making excellent use of my freed-up time. Today I cooked a roast beef dinner with eight different types of vegetables. The roasted parsnips and carrots with rosemary was a hit, as was the kohl rabi gratinated with herbs and breadcrumbs.

I also emptied the compost bin. Oh, the glamour.

I'm ashamed to say I actually enjoy sorting out the compost. There's something deeply satisfying about dedicating your physical strength and mental agility to serving a natural process like decomposition. Sprinkle a little of this, mix in a little of that. Is it damp enough? Dry enough? Warm enough?

Leaf of tea and shell of egg... rind of lime and coffee dregs... *eldritch cackle*

It's like alchemy.

Or necromancy.

Sadly, I think composting has most in common with train spotting. Because finding some charred grasses in your compost heap and excitedly telling Husband that you've achieved Hot Composting is right up there with videoing the 9:28 to Oxenholme.