Ian and I have been busy making pumpkin soup and quince cheese. Ian has been making the soup from a huge pumpkin that one of my class give us and I have been making quince cheese from some quinces we scrumped. The pumpkin soup is delicious and it is now in our freezer which appears to be at least half full with pasties.
The quince cheese that I attempted was slightly less successful. Although, as Ian stared forlornly at the sticky slop, he did say that it would probably taste nice. I tried leaving the quince mess to dry in the kitchen, but eventually gave up and put it into a jar where it now looks like something you might find in a Hammer Horror laboratory. Happily Carlos bought us round some yesterday which his mum had made and was properly set and can be sliced. I thought about sneaking it into the kitchen and telling Ian that mine had eventually set, however honest side got the better of me.
We’ve had a few days of wind and rain but yesterday was nice so we went for a lunchtime cycle ride. We went to and sat behind the bull ring to eat our pasties and sup our soup. I realized that I had forgotten that I was going to make Ian a pasty bag for his bike. Judging by the tears in his eyes I think we was very touched by the thought that I am going to embark on such a project specially for him.