Now instead of wasting more of your time by rambling on and on about the fog rolling through the wheat fields and us huddling under horrifically itchy wool blankets, drinking tea that can only be described as boiling like a rash with acetone on it, except probably not as icky. Eating bread pakoras and talking about retiring somewhere without extradition and a lot of sun. Or worse the bloggers that want to paint you a picture with their limited vocabulary and poor use of a thesaurus. I shall move on to the main event – the recipes! Eat, drink, and make merry!