Go west young man

  At a loose end and with clear skies I headed west. The Scoggis family were happy to receive a spontaneous guest for lunch and it was a lovely surprise to see them. Mr. S got busy with his wok and served up a delicious pork stir fry including an usual ingredient that I'll be including in mine in future, peeled and seeded cucumber. Give it a try.

  From there I zapped over to a party for the unveiling of a house extension which I had contributed to with some advice about kitchen layout. The last time I was there the extension was a shell, so it was a real treat to see the finished article. 

  As the weather was feeling generous a BBQ was part of the festivities, with the ingredients provided by a local butcher with sensible credentials. As you'd expect, the man of the house was at the helm, tongs in hand. After I'd arrived, I got sucked to the grill like a moth to a flame and all of a sudden I was flipping the bird. And sausages and steak. As I'd had a lunch chez Scoggis, I didn't have much of an appetite but I managed to munch a lovely drumstick and a smidge of phenomenal lasagna made by the lady of the house, a native Italian. It was an offer I couldn't refuse.

  What I also had trouble refusing was her tiramisu and a proper lemon cheese cake. This was my downfall as it was the most cow dairy I'd eaten in a long time and my system let me know that I hadn't done it any favours. On balance, I only regretted my indulgence a little bit as it was so delicious, but it was a useful reminder. I'm quite sure it will be a while before I do cow milk again for a while.

  This weekend saw me and the lovely Rosie cover a little shy of three hundred miles of sunny, twisty roads, including a brief stop at a pub frequented by a gaggle of big bellied, bearded bikers. Most had harleys but all of them fitted the stereotype perfectly, which I'm sure not only impressed each other, but also the hangers-on who aspired to one day having their own harley, beard, belly and waistcoat of their own. The picture is of one such dude. His handlebars say it all, what a bad boy.

Kirk out

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