Watership Down

It was a hectic weekend. Hol had a friend over Friday night, Andrew went off to run his ultra-marathon on Saturday morning, Hol played basketball (and shot the winning basket for his team), then we watched the 12s win their baseball Grand Final. In the afternoon we visited friends to see their new baby, then eventually Andrew hobbled in the door about 7pm.

Yesterday we had people over for brunch - a cross-cultural, cross-era mish-mash of food because I felt like it - poached white nectarines with yoghurt, beignets and kedgeree. My mother thought the kedgeree was very 19th century of me. But everyone loved it.

Once brunch was dealt with, the second shift started with the arrival of my Quince Fest Cohorts. We peeled, we chopped, we mouli-ed, we stirred.

Midway through Andrew had to take Cottontail to the vet (not that he was involved in the quincing). Although the rabbits are not our favourite pets, being unfriendly, bitey creatures, we do take our pet-owning responsibilities seriously, and Cottontail had an eye that looked very sore. Poor thing has apparently somehow injured it (how, we don't know) and now we have to feed her antibiotics in the hope of saving the eye (although she will probably be blind in that eye anyway).

And suddenly it's Monday again. Two trays of quince paste are drying in my kitchen as a reminder of the weekend ...