Friday, 27 July 2007

Something for the weekend

Penicillin anybody? Down here in Devon we grow our own, just in case we can't get to a local doctor or chemist. I find that the best host is unpasteurised ewes milk cheese. After a while it takes on the look of a Russian hat circa Dr Zhivago. You carefully remove it from the fridge and scrape it at arms length directly into the bin.

The last time I grew something like this it was on a piece of beef - a whole joint roasted and cooled and then put into a cold oven for an hour as the fridge was bulging. It was forgotten for a week and grew the most tremendous green fringe.

5 comments:

mutterings and meanderings said...

It looks like a nice pet!

mountainear said...

Does it purr?

Mopsa said...

Can't say you'd want to cuddle up to it! And thankfully it was silent - the visual statement was adequately loud.

rilly super said...

oh mopsa, your mention of things hardly used and left to grow naturally furry touched me deeply dear; well, at least something did this weekend, sigh

Mopsa said...

Poor old Rilly - and you may have noticed that bacterially laden or not, I couldn't resist a quick stroke of the fur - you can just see the different direction of the nap in the piccy.