It’s so easy to lose control. I am bitterly aware that one can have enough of a good thing, and it was clear that my nuts were starting to play too big a part in my life. There is a moment when a halt has to be called, although I cannot remember a previous moment of voluntary halt calling. That might be due to failing memory, curtain drawing or the fact that it was an agency outside of myself that had rung the bell and called “time, drink up please”. However, I had reached the point were I needed to know when almonds ceased to be a super food and transmogrified into a surfeit, less slippery than lampreys, but a surfeit nonetheless. There being no resident agony aunt in La Moussiere, I was reduced to imitating the birds in our roof by tweeting. Having tweeted I received an answer in a twinkling of tweetime : less of an answer, more of a recipe. The question of surfeit was ignored. It appears that giving the almonds a short soaking in soy and sugar, and then roasting them for 10 minutes or so, would give me something to chew on whilst I continued to cast about for a solution to my “knutty” problem. They are very good, but in the end the unpimped version rules.
My twitter agony aunt is @shotbykim who is linked to a brilliant site http://beerlens.com/ for those amongst you who would like to see how the renaissance of the traditional English pub is faring, together with other bars.