Survivor: Cabane au Sucre

Began re-reading James Herriot's Cat Stories, on the sunny front balcony with a sugary cuppa Prince of Wales tea; and when the tea was done, finished re-reading Cat Stories in the sun with a jar of Duo Penotti hazelnut~vanilla spread and a spoon. Because there's nothing in the house to eat.

Must go grocery shopping, or hope to survive off the remaining La Paila Dulce de Leche caramel spread. There's a lovely little grocery import shop down the road that sells marzipan, poppyseed paste and filbert mousse, all in easy-squirt tubes...

Mind you, there's a still honey bear in the pantry, and a box of blackstrap molasses in the fridge... Now I just need more James Herriot, and Bob's~yer~Uncle, everything's all right with the world.