When it’s cold and blustery out there, and all you’ve got is a rain-drenched dog walk to look forward to, sometimes you need something ordinary, easy, warming, and tasty to eat. I like to think of Boston Baked Beans as comfort food, but the fact is, it’s nothing more than homemade baked beans.
Well, we’ve moved with an abrupt force, from balmy, clear, sunny (warmish) spring days, to what the media is terming ‘wintry’. A survey taken from two people who had to climb over a wall and run across a field several times (the lives of two stranded lambs in the wrong field were at stake) in driving snowstones and galeforce winds, says that ‘wintry’ doesn’t @#*&%!~ cover it.
Wintry is to this evil, squally blizzard that a toothless Jack Russell is to a slavering werewolf. Wintry is Christmas Card, not Hell cooled down.