Yesterday was another day at the Day Hospital. I always offer my neighbour my pen to fill in her menu (she still does not have one!) Virtue brings its own reward as she encouraged me somewhat forcefully to get up and go over to the the table for lunch. There were 3 tables for ladies and 3 for men.
At the last moment, one poor lady came up, but there were no seats left at the ladies' tables, so she had to sit with the men.
I knew there were a lot of people there but had not realised that possible consequence.
It must have been a bit boring for her as 'men talk' as different from 'women talk'.
I had a good going over with the physiotherapist, working not only on building up muscle strength, but also balance. She has a special balance mat, about 3 foot by 2 foot 6inches and 4 inches deep.
These measurements are guesstimates, you understand.
I call it an instrument of torture as I find it very difficult to balance on it. Good for me.
This morning the doctor's surgery called to ask me to come in on Monday for a blood test and a blood pressure check (there you are, they do read the discharge letter!)
With my appetite coming back, I fancied some potted haugh (don't ask) and phoned the butcher to ask if he had any in. Yes.
I then phoned the taxi firm to ask if I could have a taxi to the bottom of the High Street, to wait while I went to the butcher and to bring me home.
Yes.
So, I did it, although the short walk to the butcher was very hard and I was afraid of falling.
We won't mention the fact that the taxi cost more than the meat!
Can't wait to get an electric scooter.
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I would love to know what potted haugh is, it sounds intriguing.
Have you put any thought as to what you might call your batmobile sorry electric scooter?
Haugh is shin of beef. Another name is potted heid, where heid is cow head. We always did believe in getting our money's worth out of our animals.
There are recipes, but you will find that many Scottish butchers make it.
As for naming.
As with babies, I would have to see it first.
Not until delivery takes place will I really believe I am getting one....
I was wondering too! Hope you get your scooter.
Hello, Elaine. I've been reading your blog with interest, as a wistful homesick Scot in faraway Michigan. Do butchers still make potted haugh in the little dimpled plastic pots? I loved the look of it as a child, not so much the taste. My mother however loved to eat it on hot buttered toast. After your adventurous quest to the butcher and back, I hope it hit the spot. Take Care!
Yes, Lynne, the pots are the same, the taste is the same...
As to the electric scooter,
I CAN'T WAIT!
Sounds like you are doing well.... good to hear :-)
Watch out world, Elaine's getting a scooter - better trick it out with flames and wear a Harley Davidson helmet, E! You also need a black leather jacket and you'll have to start calling your Scrabble crowd "ma peeps".
ROCK ON!
Hello Elaine,
Glad thing are looking up for you!
My Mum used to make delicious potted meat. She also used shin beef and cooked it slowly with tomato. It was then minced up and flavoured with mace and perhaps a slice of bread to spin it out. It was potted and covered with melted butter.Great.
I once shared a pig with a friend and as she didn't want anything to do with the head or feet I had them and went to endless trouble to make brawn-and-nobody would eat it- not even my long suffering husband!. They said it looked like slabs of marble and declared it too revolting to even try.! Never again !
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