Second day back in the office sat behind my desk, in a day or so’s time we will be taking the tree down and I am still waiting for the cobwebs to clear. All day looking at the bits of widow I can see through the weather has been dark and oppressive, although it has not been raining, the colour has not really gone beyond grey. Lunch was stale bread and stilton cheese and this evening’s supper was the reheated curry from New Year’s Day.

But the good news is that I spent time this evening clearing the clutter of CD’s from around the turntable and have been playing some proper records. Most of my albums are in the attic where some of them are in some sort of vague alphabetical order, the rest are in various rooms and corners round the house in no particular order at all with there being a large pile on the floor near the turntable.

So this evening we have been listening to the soundtrack to Once Upon a Time in America, Scary Monsters, Super Creeps and Young Americans by David Bowie, the first Lynyrd Skynyrd album (both sides – air guitar to Freebird) and finishing the evening now with Bob Dylan and Highway 51 Revisited. I am not a huge Dylan fan but most of his albums are in the house somewhere including Down on the Farm and the live one he did with The Grateful Dead, a large number of them bought on the back of a throwaway comment from Nick Cave in an interview on the merits of bad Bob Dylan albums.

Listening now to the wired electricity of Tombstone Blues I am not sure we are going to be listening to much else over the weekend.

You know you are doing the wrong job when you pick up a tweet from Jay Rayner at 11.00am on the first day back in the office that reads,

“First review of 2013 written. I have fully earned the right to faff about on t’internet for the rest of the morning…”

…and that also begs the question as to how exactly does one go about becoming a restaurant critic.

Anyway – the first day of the New Year was spent picking up the pieces of the night before, feeding teenagers and waiting to go on a walk.

For the walk we parked at The Gunsite Carpark half a mile along the North Wirral Coast from where we had been on Boxing Day. The two walks could not have been more different. This time the skies were clear and a cold wind whipped in off the sea. The tide was high and the water reached all the way up to the concrete embankment.

Two windsurfers fought out on the waves. They must have been crazy and cold. Closer to shore a parcel of oystercatchers stood on the few spits of sand that had not been taken in by the tide. As we approached they hopped and hobbled nervously towards the sea, rising as one, three or four yards into the air, holding still against the wind, before they realised we were not going to get to close and they fell back down settling onto the sand.

It was the perfect way to clear the cobwebs from the night before, although we then added a few more cobwebs by going back for the exchange of more presents, tea and sherry. The sherry was one of those blue bottles of Harvey’s Bristol Cream and was a particularly good note to end on.

That evening we ate a comforting, thrown together chicken curry. The chicken again came from The International Store, a mixture of legs, thighs and breasts. I do worry about the size of their chicken breasts.

I fried the chicken pieces in groundnut oil. As it cooked I finely chopped an onion, ginger and some garlic and chilli. That was all thrown in with the chicken and given a chance to soften. I then added a very good throw on mustard seeds, turmeric and cumin. Once all that was sizzling nicely I poured in two cans of coconut milk. The heat was turned down and it was all allowed to cook through for an hour.

We ate it with rice and nan bread listening to Beach House.

So I have been doing this now for more than six months having started in early June. There have been about 125 posts and if we count the visits to the Blogpost site there have been a total of about 3,200 views to Sheep’s Head Food Company.

So let me know what you think. There is a comment section at the bottom of the page and if you like what I say or think I am talking rubbish let me know. I might even respond. Those who receive the posts by Facebook or Twitter can always retweet or share if if think a post is worthwhile.

Last night talking to Roger he suggested I should do this for another ten years, we could then print it out and the best bits could be made into a book that would form my retirement plan. I think that there are elements of that plan that are perhaps over optimistic but it is something to think about.

Then the evening before Dad asked if there was any long term plan associated with Sheep’s Head Food Company. I wasn’t able to give a straight (or probably coherent) answer at the time but I suppose there are a few reasons for doing it. The first being the enjoyment to be had in stealing away for twenty minutes or half an hour to plod out across the key board of my laptop a few thoughts about what I have been cooking and listening to. It also works as bit of an aide memoire, a chance to make sure I don’t forget those occasions when I find myself talking beer with the man behind the counter in the Co-op or being asked to share some lunch in the grocers.

I have also enjoyed the writing. One day last week I spent some time making a start on clearing the attic. In a pile of papers I found a ream of typewritten sheets most of which are probably 25 years or so old. I had forgotten I wrote most of it. I suspect as we carry on the clearing more type written sheets will be found. It has been good to get back to the writing, doing it on a semi-regular basis, and it is probably safer than buying a moter-bike.

So what have I been doing today. There was a trip to Wards in the morning. Unfortunately the Christmas break is not good for fresh fish but they had put some good stuff in to freeze before Christmas and I came away with a fillet of haddock which has been finely chopped down and mixed with breadcrumbs, eggs, onions, garlic and herbs. The mixture was very briefly pulsed in the Magimix and has now been formed into small cakes that are settling in the fridge. I will fry them off in a few minutes and cook a pungent tomato sauce to go with them.

The recipe comes from the new Ottolenghi book Jerusalem and I have been looking forward to cooking and eating it since I was given the book for Christmas.

I also went to the butchers at the back of The International Store and bought a large bag of chicken legs and wings. They have been cooked in the oven in a sticky, tart sauce I made by blitzing the pulp from four tangerines in the Magimix with some stoned dates, honey, chilli sauce, cumin powder, soy sauce and some of the tomato sauce left over from last night. They have come out of the oven a sticky, finger licking mess and should hopefully keep some kids satisfied tonight.

Finally it was up to the grocers for aubergines and peppers. They had on the counter a box of Passion Fruit and Kazim encouraged me to buy some “Their shins are like eggshell,”he said, “And you can chew the pips”. I will have them tonight.

Going out to the Co-op on a cold, wet Sunday evening to buy some spaghetti for the tomato sauce which was the only thing we felt up to eating I added a couple of bottles of Spitfire to the basket as they were on offer (having said that Spitfire always seems to be on offer whatever supermarket I happen to be in).

“Its been going well the Spitfire,”said the behind the till.

I was tempted to point out that it was going cheap but instead I said, “Well its good stuff.”

“The other one I like is Bishop’s Finger,” he said,  “Brewed by the same people, Shepherd & Neame in Kent.”

I remembered drinking it almost three years ago to the day, eating fish’n’chips in The  Pilot Inn on the shingle banks of Dungeness under the shadow of the power station. The weather and sky was clear blue as we walked past the fishing boats pulled up from the sea by a rusty, collapsing group of tractors.

“Another one I like is Marston’s Double Drop. Some of the others are too heavy and the Badger beers are too fruity,” he said.

“What I like about the Spitfire is that it is light and the nutty taste,” I said as I passed over my money and we wished other goodnight.

Outside the rain was coming down hard as I hurried back to the car to go home and finish the cooking of  supper.