Baked Peppers Crab Filled

Summer.

Hot.

Stop.

No need for a complicated recipe today.




Ingredients

3 peppers any colour with the seeds taken out and the tops cut off

3 slices of bread ( to be made into bread crumbs)

Mixed crab meat

Some mayonnaise about 3 tablespoons




Method

Heat the oven to 180c

Mix the crab meat , bread crumbs and mayonnaise together

Fill the Peppers

Bake for 35 minutes

And that should be it

Done and ready to eat.

Obviously if you want to be fancy smancy you could add some flecks of chilli and a squish of lime.

Oven Baked Buttery Corn On The Cob

Summer is a tad delayed , rumour has it that it is currently on holiday in Barbados , keep the faith after there is beauty in each and every day. I've been watching the birds whilst I cook and find it rather engaging , the way they swoop bob and weave. I think that we need to to celebrate life more ,  we are too quick sometimes to announce with forthright the bad situations. Of course that isn't to say we can't moan but a little prospective goes a long way I am finding nowadays.

Ingredients

4 corn on the cob

100g low fat spread or butter

4 squares of foil so that we can parcel up the corn on the cob

Additional flavouring make crushed garlic / crushed peppercorns etc if you wish

Method

Preheat the oven to 200 C

Place each corn in a parcel of foil then place in the oven for around 35 minutes depending on your oven

Top with the low fat spread/butter seal the corn up into a foil parcel

Open carefully and either eat on its own or serve with another food of your choice, any spare left over once cooled could for instance be added to tuna pasta mayonnaise ( which is what I did )


Disclosure ~ I received some vouchers as part of the Orchard scheme from Tesco to buy this and the recipe is mine ~ I wasn't asked to do this

What You Don't See Is

What you don't see is.

The struggle you don't see the struggle I've had on a daily basis and don't even get me started on those who say I'm victim playing . If I am very much mistaken this is my depression not yours and you're required to either help or not there's no in between so unhelpful commenting or griping is very not ever needed for us who suffer.

There is light.

But there is a sense of underwealming  loss can you Imagine it having a love of books as I do, see that's something that you didn't know about me. I can only liken it to Michangelo putting down his paint brushes for several years and only drawing stick men , really doesn't make sense when you have an inate ability. To have an ability lost is soul destroying , you see people hear people discussing books and you can't join it ~ you're excluded.

The books just gather dust on the shelves , the words are still there but they're trapped in a prison of paper. Hope is there hold on to the words that talk , the just need for you to open the book, the book that has been gathering just upon the shelf , it should have been read it could of been read. Time is both a trap and a treasure and you've just got to discover that for yourself , time this moment is a treasure. 

The dust is blown off and we are off on an adventure , will I handle it ?

We'll just have to see.

Saturday Is Caption Day

Can you caption this ? I found this fellow upon a country walk yesterday , I've a feeling he's a long long way from home . I think he will be needed in around 6 months time ho ho ho ...

Sultry Summer Skies

Betwxit the earth the heaven and the  sultry summer skies , the housemartins swirl and swoop this heady summer days, a burning and a yearning spell is cast over me that I must get out and let the magic of the countryside tip over me. I couldn't stop a bit longer letting the time run through my fingers like water. When all the world is bit a hullabaloo throw open the door and just walk it through !

That magical time before the world wakes , the clinking and clanging of the breakfast plates , the time mine the time is now to take a stroll upon the lane once more. I dream of bicycle with baskets  and other such things to know one day ,I will glide down the lanes oh how the nightingale will sing. Further I get from the urban sprawl once more in the lush of the countryside which is so much the draw , the dew is fading form the mornings earlier laze , the promise of a good day is all I want report.

The day has yet to been written don't you see , a friendly hello upon each welcome traveller upon the lane carries the message of humanly kinds upon the masses. Spiralling little acts kindness are but a few ones they remind us we have are heart and we are not alone ,


"Hello Good Morning "


A magpie I see hopping gleefully and quite cheekily , thistles twist bend and sway with intrepitation will they scratch upon my person ?


Just a little wander today ... you see


I have to get back for my cup of tea.