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Catching up on the backlog of newspapers from while I was away, I discover that, the very day I walked past a crop of cauliflower in Gloucestershire, the Guardian published a bunch of recipes for cauliflower. No cheese involved, and one distinctly unsuitable for me, but I might have a go at one of the others with the second half of the cauliflower I'll be using tomorrow.
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It's the paper version that I'll be keeping for use, of course.
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It's 7 am and it's still raining. Unusually, I'm praying for rain at Headingley, because I don't want the WIndies to be whitewashed this series. It's such a shame that Chanderpaul and Sarwan are injured, though I'm glad that Sidebottom is doing well: he may be a Yorkshireman (who are either the salt of the earth or incrediblly rude - there seems to be no middle ground) but his hair deserves a medal all on its own!
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