Dumb Pigeons

Well, we really haven't been out at all this weekend, except into the garden. Although the frost was less severe today it was still bitterly cold, particularly as the wind has really picked up. The ground was much too hard for Peter to dig up the carrots we had planned to cook.

Today I cooked up 14 batches of bolognese sauce for the freezer and feel very virtuous about that. Peter was my sous chef and did my prep. work for me. One job we didn't have to do was chop onions. I have always hated chopping onions, they make my hands stink for days and my eyes always stream - so to find that Asda sell them ready peeled, chopped and frozen for 79p for a huge bag is just brilliant. Next weekend I plan to cook up some chicken recipes for freezing.

We spent a fair bit of some in the conservatory this morning watching the birds. Peter had thrown some brown bread out and the pigeons were busy feasting on it. Because the bread chunks were quite large, this one pigeon kept picking up a huge chunk and sort of worrying it in its beak to break it up. Twice we watched it do this and a bread chunk fly up in the air and land on his back. He then wandered around the garden carrying the bread on his back looking for it - this went on for some time. Hillarious - I have come to the conclusion that pigeons are the thickos of the bird world.

During the evenings this weekend we have really struggled for something to watch - how things have fallen off since Christmas - so have been resorting to watching some taped stuff.