Earning my corn...

I have successfully concluded negotiations with Mrs Scroblene in the matter of a favourite comestible, which has long been absent from the pantry.

The discussions concern that well known delicacy Salt Beef, and an order went in yesterday to our local butcher for a sizeable chunk of best local brisket. It is in the salting bucket as we speak, together with several similar orders for like-minded residents of this Parish. I am scouring the library and elsewhere for the perfect recipe to cook it, and will almost certainly use the slow cooker for a modest six or seven hours. This may have to be located in the shed, as Mrs Scroblene is not very partial to beef these days, and to be fair, the aromas from slow cookers can take over the total house in some cases, sometimes the entire village, and therefore, a couple of days before Christmas, I will hold a vigil in near freezing temperatures aided and abetted by some Belgian beer, and maybe a bottle of vodka and a hero packet of Doritos for the said period of time...