Making beetroot soup this morning I took a moment to contemplate my gruesome hands.
Having studied Macbeth for O Level and then immediately after that for A Level I know the play pretty well and always loved the character of Lady Macbeth.
Strong at first and then descending into madness, with a little obsessive compulsive hand washing thrown in.
I was definitely channelling her today and we had Lady Macbeth Soup for dinner this evening along with rolls fresh from the oven, a winter slaw and Finnish piirakka from Ville's parents.
All very yummy and not a witch in sight ...