| Subject: Wednesday's coddle is full of woe |
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Willie
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Date Posted: 01:32:54 11/14/02 Thu
Got home on Monday to find a post-it note on my keyboard.
"Will: I made coddle for 3 (Sunday afternoon). It should last til Monday. Love Joan."
Coddle (in case you don't know) is a concoction of pork sausages, rashers, water and whatever the individual cook then puts in it, simmered over a low heat until everything is cooked through. Joan, my sister, had promised to make some for my father while she was visiting. It's good stuff.
Trouble was, Joan's idea of "3" wasn't really defined. Three *what* exactly??? Three hundred???
We have quite a large pressure cooker and this was full to within an inch of the rim with coddle. A shoal of sausages peered out from the depths, jostling each other for room. The strange environment must have intimidated my father on Sunday evening, as he'd taken one look and fled.
"Look how much is in it!" he said to me on Monday, stirring the pot gingerly with a ladle. Joan arrived.
"That's not even as big a pot as I make at home," she said. "You should use it up. It doesn't last you know?"
Anyway, I like coddle and it was handy. Monday dinnertime I stood over Joan's bubbling cauldron, ladling baby potatoes, diced chicken, sausages and rashers onto a platter. My friend John arrived and I topped him up too. That evening my father relished a bowlful.
I remembered the pot on Wednesday and Joan's ominous warning. Luckily it hadn't gone off *too* much, but I had a fine time fishing sausages out of the kitchen sink at extreme arm's length. It ponged just a little. The pot is such a big one it has its own inertia. Once it sits it stays. It had rested on the stove for two days longer than it should, while grills heated and cooled and pots steamed and drained around it. No-one could tell what might be lurking in there by now!
The pressure cooker is now hidden back under the stairs where it belongs and about a pound of sausages and the rest went to the dump in the garbage truck this morning. I think we've had our coddle ration for this year.
On Joan's next visit, I'm going to leave out a small saucepan. That pressure cooker is going under the bed.
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