There wasn’t much left – all the pork went and most of the chicken, and the only reason there was a fair bit of the veggie dish was because the recipe said “serves four as a main dish” and I knew there were at least three vegetarians, so I thought I’d double up to be sure – it filled my biggest 10 pint casserole. It was a jolly good recipe though, quick and easy, not at all solemn or stodgy, colourful and tasty, and vegan to boot. I had been told that one of the guests is coeliac, so made sure that the whole meal (that I was responsible for- I didn’t do all the puddings) was gluten free.
I’m pretty careful to bear in mind food intolerences and allergies – especially the latter. I’d never put nut oil in a dressing, for example, unless I was sure it was safe to do so and I use no hidden ingredients that are likely to cause a problem. One person can’t eat onions, and I find it almost impossible to cook without onions, but the chicken dish doesn’t have any. Two of the dishes were low fat and there was a fruit salad for dieters and diabetics. I can’t bear to think of someone who already has difficulty with finding suitable things to eat being fobbed off with something boring and dashed off at the last minute.
I’d been able to put out of my mind the awfulness of Friday’s meeting yesterday, but it (or rather, the result of it) has been weighing on me all day. Tuesday morning will be not nice, when the person concerned will be told by me and the Head. I feel pretty dreadful about it, in fact – it involves someone losing their job, not because of anything wrong they have done but because a department has become overstaffed. One of the four had to go, and I chaired the committee which decided. I know, lots of people have to do this sort of thing all the time, but I never have and nor has the Head (who took no part in the decision). He feels bad too.
We’d had it in mind to start bricklaying again this week, but it isn’t going to happen. The Sage is busy with the day job on Tuesday and Thursday, the sand is being delivered on Monday, Dave’s busy on Wednesday and I am on Friday. Since each of us has two or three free mornings, you’d think that we’d be able to find one or two when we’re all free, but no. I hope the wind drops and it doesn’t rain because then it will be a pleasure to plant out all the things that have been ready for quite some time, but which haven’t gone in the ground as chickens etc still were free to roam in the vegetable garden. It’s been fenced off now – the unwalled side and, temporarily, the side where the wall isn’t completed. The rest is wall or greenhouses.