And On The Seventh Day...

... She made soup, and She tasted it... and lo, it was good soup... and there was enough for the 8th, 9th and probably 10th days as well...

Yep... Sunday I made soup... a big pot of lentil & bacon soup with loads of carrots, lots of neep, a couple of parsnips, a bit of red & orange peppers, and some spring onions... and it's pretty good - even if I do say so myself... but the problem is next time I try to make it, it could taste foul, coz I follow my Mum's method of soup-making... which is to chuck a pile of stuff in it, and if it ends up too thin, add some more stuff and boil a bit longer... and if it ends too thick, then add some more water! Thankfully, this time it ended up neither too thin or too thick... although I did have to top up the water at one stage...

So, what else did I do with my weekend? Well, I worked Saturday, then watched some crap on telly at night. And Sunday, I vegged out with Harriet the cat, watching TV (I could become addicted to "Cirque De Celebrite", it has to be said... High camp, or what?)

And that was my weekend...