In the spirit of “waste not, want not” I made this with some of the leftover rice from last night. Yum. A nice easy thing to rustle up for a Spinster’s Saturday lunch. I took it out into the garden with a 1/4 bottle of wine left over from last night along with a beautiful glass to drink from. I was going to take a plastic cup but I’m channeling Cheryl Cole’s mantra “because I’m worth it” and decided on the cut glass crystal. It’s a single glass I bought years ago in a charity shop and very beautiful.
I put the plate of food on the ground, took my crocheted blanket out of the bag to spread on the grass and the glass fell onto the plate and smashed all over the lettuce. Ha ha! I think the heavens are telling me that drinking in the garden alone is no way to circumvent the “no drinking alone in the Palace of Solitude” rule.
Now I am watching “Streetcar Named Desire” as a treat. I plan to clean this room while it’s on. After I’ve scoured the internet to see if the text message I just got from Jim is true, “Amy Winehouse she dead!” In theory, I should probably go into work, the news channels will be going mad for “unseen” Amy Winehouse footage. Perhaps the fuss will have died down by Monday…
Cooeee that Marlon Brando is a chunk of hunk in this movie. Blime. You gotta watch out for brutes like him.
Recipe from: Cooking Price-Wise.