Today was spent mainly in foodiedom and Sunday morning will be likewise. Maybe also most of tomorrow afternoon. From 11.30 on Sunday, though, I teach.

Even my living space is foodie this week. I have a big bowl of persimmons in my lounge room. I have a big bowl of medlars in my kitchen. There are chestnuts next to the armchair and old-style cooking apples next to the bench.

I look at the cornucopia that surrounds my workplace and wonder if I do this intentionally, with the aim of putting on weight so I can begin hibernation. Hibernation would give me time out at a busy time of year. Not a bad idea, from that perspective.

Except that the persimmons will take days and days to ripen and the medlars won't be truly alcoholic for another year (at least) and the apples are for Sunday and... the chestnuts are for tonight. I intend to slit them and roast them the way the guy from the stall in Gamera Place taught me. I shall eat them for supper, purely altruistically. It will help me clear a bit more table so that I have teaching space.

Chestnuts and a big pot of tea. This time with Stargate, not Harry Potter. Straight after Dr Who. Sounds like a good evening to me.