Pondering thoughts:

Yesterday we went to our dentist, a bit of a hike, but worth having such a reliable man on the job. It gives me an opportunity to check out the magazines, and yes, I found a recipe for you:

Cherry, Halloumi and Lentil salad.

I shall simplify it and let you use a tin of lentils.                                                                              Mix:                                                                                                                                                            3 Tbsp. virgin olive oil                                                                                                                          1 Tbsp. white wine vinegar                                                                                                                 ½ teaspoon Dion mustard

and let lentils marinate in this mixture.

 

225 g. Halloumi cheese, cut lengthwise into thick slices.

Cook the cheese to brown.

150g. Cherries pitted and halved.

1 Tbsp. chopped mint

½ red onion sliced finely

Wild rocket

Extra virgin olive oil to drizzle over the top.

If you don’t have cherries any juicy fruit could be added, like white nectarine, peach, or mango or fresh sweet ripe pear.

 

On the way home, my recent post came to mind where I wrote about our friend dying. Tony, nicknamed ‘Bopper Boy’, (as he always played the latest music and loved his trendy car), appeared. Well, a sleek, swanky American left hand drive car drove up behind us, (that he would have loved). Chris said,

‘Looks like Bopper Boy’s behind us!’

By the time it passed us, I had no time to take a photo, as my phone has a code to be typed in etc. We were both amazed to see his initials on the number plate, ‘TB 1968.’ What a strange coincidence!

So to fill his character out a little more, I’d like to share his last e-mail with you, which shows his quirky sense of humour. His spirit will live on in our lives:

Tony B.

Chilli

A hungry bloke walks into a seedy cafe in Glasgow.
He sits in the counter and notices a Jock with his arms folded,
staring blankly at a bowl of chili

After ten minutes of just sitting there staring at it, the hungry
bloke bravely asks.

“If you aren’t going to eat that, mind if I do?”

The old Jock slowly turns his head toward the young bloke and says.

“Nah, ye can gae ahead.”

Eagerly, the young bloke reaches over and slides the bowl over to
his place and starts spooning it in with delight.

He gets nearly down to the bottom and notices a dead mouse in the chili.

The sight was shocking and he immediately pukes up the chili
back into the bowl.

The old Jock says. “Aye, that’s as far as I got too.”

Transposed but not forgotten:

Blogging has brought about a strange coincidence. Yesterday, fellow blogger, MTMcGuire, mtmcguire.co.uk/x
info@hamgee.co.uk commented from the UK after my post about returning to Devonport, Tasmania. He knew someone from Devonport in his writer’s group. I suggested it might well be a relative of mine, as everyone knows how inbred Tasmanians are.

MTM wrote back last night with the name of his friend. I couldn’t believe it. Rosemary grew up living next door to our family. Well, their lane way was, and the house was over the back fence. I have written about Rosemary’s family in ‘Enduring Threads’, though, I do have to go through it before I can print it here. Chris suggests a few name changes.

MTM, thank you for linking more threads. Life is a complex business and it’s wonderful when a thread can be teased out and joined again with the past.