Archie is with us this weekend and is keeping us on our toes. He has a game which involves a small, soft, purple object which we call Monsieur Aubergine. It's a disgusting, over-chewed, soggy excuse for a toy but Archie delights in keeping it away from us. If we manage to get hold of it, we throw it for him to retrieve. He will bring it back, lie not too far from our feet and chew it unmercifully; until he is tired of that and allows us to throw it again.
He would play that game for hours, but we have neither the energy nor the inclination.
Bertine from Number 5 dropped a cup of soup in for us during the week which is a nice neighbourly thing to do. However, I feel I have to reciprocate although I haven't made soup for years. When we were catering for ourselves, I was in charge of making the soup and I always based it on the broth that Mum used to make. It was great to have, especially in the Tasmanian Winter.
I asked the butcher if he had some beef bones but the best he could find was a lamb shank. I boiled it up with soup mix which I had sitting in water overnight, grated carrot and turnip, and a couple of cartons of Beef Stock. It's turned out pretty well and I'll be pleased to let Bertine have a taste.
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