Let's call it summer

 Let the record show, I've put my winter clothes away and fished out the summer ones. If it now rains through June as well, I'm very sorry. If it helps, I've been rewarded by nearly straining myself hefting my heavy woollens into the high level storage, and have been sneezing since 3.30. 

I. Need. A. Drink. 

Fortunately, confined cocktails is more or less upon us. I'm having a fun weekend with cocktail messing around - made the requisite cinnamon syrup for a Jet Pilot yesterday and will make the actual drink for today. 

 Yesterday was a fabulously summery Haystack, and also a genuinely delicious Morado, which is one of those cocktails that's more like a pudding and none the worse for it. Since dinner was asparagus with pre-made romesco, that's as close as you're getting to recipes today. I am inhaling asparagus but not in very fancy ways.

A Haystack, hurrah! Even the name sound summery

How are we feeling? I've been weirdly unnerved by all the chewing over of the early pandemic decisions (my one day in the office this week revealed that our IT helpdesk now sits under a huge telly showing rolling news, and as it was Wednesday there was only one story - couldn't get away while I replaced my office phone, something I've not been in to do in the four months since the replacement of the old ones was announced). Plus of course Indian variant chat, dates or data, 21 June... all of that. 

I mentioned at Confined Cocktails a couple of weeks back that Katy and I put in a paper to the Post Medieval Archaeology Congress 2021 all about the Confined Kitchen and what it shows us all getting through, especially in the early months of the pandemic. Katy basically did all the work for this, including joining a themed panel this morning on Comfort and Consumption - which is very much our thing here, and hopefully she can drop by to talk about. But looking back through the blog has been incredibly interesting for me too. How stressed we were, and how fleeting we thought the change would be. I thought I was being pragmatic and realistic thinking 3 months of disruption at the start. Poor little baby me, I shake my head with pity. 

I guess the message, if you needed it, is that a measure of discombobulation remains completely 100% rational as a response to All Of This. And we'll be here at 7 if you'd like to discombobulate in company.