Yesterday's post had some of my favourite pics from my recent trip to Vienna. I just loved the thick white snow. I was out in Vienna for the beau's work thing. He invited me to come play at the weekend when all the work had finished and threw in the extra bonus that we'd pretty much wander round the Christmas Markets, drink Gluwhein and eat. I didn't need asking twice.
Can you believe the beau had never made a snow angel? No really. He announced this when I was scampering around and finding the biggest snow drifts to jump in (I just got new snow boots, this activity is now a lot more fun). He actually looked scared of the idea and lodged some serious reasons not to: I'm in a suit, it's cold, I'll get wet, I don't know how. These lasted him until that evening when I announced the fact to his work colleagues who all gasped in horror. His ass was going down....
There was something brilliantly fun about encouraging the beau, who is a giant of a man, to throw himself down and wave his arms and legs. I got down there too, ofcourse, but was wearing a knitted dress so I definitely came off worse. His work colleague coached him through it, shouting tips because being Canadian, he was a snow angel pro and I was too busy making my own if I'm honest. The beau stands up, looks back and grins widely.
Apparently snow angels are fun, who'd have thought it?
Good job beau. Good job.
Mine's on the left, the massive cavity on the right is proof that he did make a snow angel.
Virgin Snow
Looking out at the vastness of white
Snow had fallen throughout the night
Footprints in the virgin snow
From whom they come I do not know
Winter it has come at last
Can’t even see one blade of grass
Ice it forms on the lake
But not thick enough to take ones weight
Soon the kids will be here
Sledges out and snow ball spheres
Making angels in the virgin snow
And having fun wherever they go
The day goes and darkness comes
Kids gone h
ome to there mums
The snow falls throughout the night
Erasing all that days snow fights
A clean sheet in the morning light
Ready for that days snow fight
by Jim O'Donnell
Ok let's be very clear here, while this is a playful blog, I take my food very seriously. I mean really, why wouldn't you? I've met those people who shrug and say 'Food is just substance to me, I'd take a pill if I could' and quite frankly they scare me.
So here's instructions for weekend sandwiches. Not the weekday ones when you're in a rush and aim cheese at a half buttered peice of bread and pack the avocado to lob in later. No, I mean the indulgent ones where you cook parts and nibble on crisps while you assemble them. I mean MONSTER SANDWICHES.
Instructions for Monster Sandwiches:
1. Using preferred method of ambling (bike or foot), take ipod and camera and pootle down to that bakery that's a little more expensive than you can really afford and buy some sort of rye/ wholegrain/ pumpkin or something or other loaf that smells incredible in your hands as you pootle about for the morning.
2. Repeat exercise at farmer's market: pick something lush and green and something red to go in monster sandwich.
3. Get home and whack some bacon under the grill while you slice beef tomatoes (my red choice), rinse spinach (my green choice) and nibble on kettle chips.
4. Hum contentedly as you pat off excess fat with a paper towel and layer the bacon with tomato, spinach and shavings of parmesan on top of the yummy sliced bread. At this point, congratulate yourself on splurging on this over the weekend rather than the trashy mag, it'll make you feel saintly). 5. Dollop some pesto mayo in there for good measure and serve with juice and crisps.
6. Devour. 
Here's another pic just for good measure.
The title is a quote from a little boy I used to look after. If you asked him where the bruise came from on his knee, he'd point at the floor and say "Fl'over". Well I fell off the blog. I apologise. It's not that I haven't thought of it often, jotted ideas in my journal. I've just been, well, busy. Sometimes life happens. I promise.
There will be some more posts soon. In the meantime, satisfy yourself with this pic. (Instructions for monster sandwich to follow...)
Because what could possibly be more playful than this time of year? Conkers? Check. Kicking leaves? Check. Halloween costumes? Check. Pumpkin carving? Check.
The best bit about all of this is that many activities are linked and you can spend whole weekends being playful. This weekend we went about bought autumnal goodness at the great greengrocers I am growing to love. Then we carved our pumpkin and then? Harvested the seeds to roast ( you can see them in the picture below) and made a truly scrummy pumpkin soup recipe which will follow as soon as I can console myself that I've eaten it all up
..... Next stop?
Fireworks- my favourite!
Apparently snow angels are fun, who'd have thought it? 
