Soup for winter days

Those of us over 60 need to eat nutritious food so home made soup filled the bill today as it is only 2 degrees centigrade outside.

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Ingredients

Chopped onion

Chopped butternut squash

Chopped sweet potato

Chopped white potato

A touch of chilli (I used lazy chilli in a jar I keep in the fridge) – optional

A stock cube, chicken or vegetable

Method

Boil the onion in a stock cube.  Add the white potato cubed.  Microwave the butternut squash and sweet potato for 4 minutes.  Add them to the stock.  Season with salt and black pepper.  Add a touch of chilli if you like

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Heard of the Redhatters?

I joined the London one recently and after a lovely meet at a coffee shop in Oxford Street, I got my name badge and London Redhatters cards.  It has what are known as Chapters in over 30 countries.  Women from all walks of life meet to explore new interests, have fun and meet new friends.

Ladies over 50 are required to wear purple clothing with a red hat.  Those under 50 wear a pink hat with lavender clothing.  On our birthday month, we can wear the colours in reverse, e.g. purple hats with red clothing (I wish it was my birthday month every month.)  Hats remain on when dining out, but it is polite to remove them in the theatre or cinema.

Trips are organised to art galleries, museums, stately homes, parks and gardens, as well as train rides to the country or seaside; even a cruise.

Last week I went to my first outing to a London Art Gallery, followed by lunch in St. Paul’s Cathedral.

The official Red Hat Society day is April 25th.

Women who wish to join the society can do so by going to the Red Hat Society website to sign up as a Queen or Member.

 

This is the poem written by Jenny Joseph an English poet:-

WARNING

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter

I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people’s gardens

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.