Soup, glorious soup !

I have not been very well of late, and therefore have not felt up to preparing meals.
This has not been helped by the fact, the sheep hubby killed last week, went off! This has never happened before in living memory. He usually lets it hang overnight, but last week, for reasons best known to himself, he decided to leave it for another day before he cut it up and bagged it and put it in the freezer. Unfortunately, Wednesday was quite warm, and we do not have a cool room. This meant I did not have meat to cook and therefore very limited choices for meals. Hubby does not like pasta.
I did not eat anything much besides icecream the first three to four days after I became ill, as my throat was so painful, so food was not high on my agenda.
Last night I made a Mornay. I forgot to put the left overs in the fridge, and, as it had Salmon in it, I ditched it this morning. Can't take chances where fish is concerned.
I had some stock in the freezer and decided to thaw it and make soup. Now, my soup is very thick. It has vegetables, perle (?) barley, split peas and some kind of pasta. With all that in it, there was not a lot of liquid. I got myself a bowl of it, and when I went in to the lounge, where hubby was watching the news and having his lunch, the soup was 'it', I could not believe my eyes when I looked, as he had his soup on a dinner plate, on a piece of toast! ! ! I said to him, "It is soup." He said, "I have to be able to cut the bread"
There is nowhere to go after that. I dunno.

Not as green as I may be cabbage looking.

I have a pre paid moblie phone and it is not one of the main phone service provider's either. I had a call yesterday from some bloke I do not know, asking if he could talk to George Brogan. He was very politely told I did not know the gentleman, and this is not his phone. He then told me that Telstra had given him the number, to which I replied, "I don't think so." Then he had the audacity to ask me what my address was!!! I told him in no uncertain terms that I do not give that sort of information to total strangers, over the phone or at any other time. Then I hung up. Cheek! I may not be very techno savvy, but I am getting better at it. My daughter told me that Telstra can't get my phone number and would be it deep schtum if they did and gave it to other carriers customers.

Food, glorious food. Hard to find in this town!

There are not very many eateries in this burgh, and the ones we have, are not up to much. It is embarrassing when we have friends call unexpectedly, and we want to take them out for a meal.We have two pubs/hotels and three cafes and a deli. One of the cafes is part of a bakery, and is therefore only open for usual business hours. Likewise the new cafe. this last establishment sells beautiful home made fare, but, the prices are sky high.
The other bakery/cafe is open on weekends but by then they sell the left over somewhat stale bakery products. Not my taste at all.
My brother-in-law and his wife are travelling around in their motor home, visiting rellies They arrived on Tuesday night and rang quite late, and asked what time they should call the next day. I was caught on the back foot, so to speak, and did not know what to say. I jokingly said they should come after breakfast. He said he would not be coming before. That attempt at a joke fell flat They arrived about 9.45 am. I knew they would not feel like a cuppa straightaway, as I had rung earlier to say they could come any time, as it was after 8, and we had had breakfast. I was informed they were just having theirs.
I made us a cuppa about 11 am, and close to lunch time it occured to me, to ask what their plans were for the rest of the day, especially lunch. We discussed things and decided to go to one of the pubs. I then realized it was my day for the home help lady to come. The guys had suggested that wwe would go to the farm after lunch. I rang and asked for the office to contact my cleaner, and she rang me and we changed the times. She has a client after me who she also takes shopping. This lady was very pleased with the time change, so it worked out for all concerned. We decided to put off going to the farm until the next day.
Now about the food. The only pub we grace with our presence has had a succession of cooks, and there is little difference between them. None of them would last in a shearing shed, let alone a quality hotel.
The menu choices were not at all enticing. There was rissoles in gravy or mini beef parmegiana. For dessert the choice was between bread and butter pudding or apple crumble.Hubby and I chose apple crumble and our guests the bread and butteer pud.
Hubby said his rissoles were quite nice, but the other things were not to my liking at all. When the desserts were served, I was horrified after taking my first mouthful, to discover the apple crumble was stone cold straight out of the refrigerator!! I ask you. Doesn't anybody know how to serve food properly? The bread and butter pud was no better. It is supposed to have sultananas in it. There was a minute amount of apricot jam way down deep in the bottom of the bowl. It is at times like that I wish we had a Hungry Jack's or some such in this town. At least the food would be the correct temperature, and more appetising.