Right, the solstice is over, the sun summoned back, the bonfire stamped out, so its time to get dressed and put the sprouts on to simmer, Mother. There's only 48 hours of boiling time left.
Yes, I know it was fun, and you have a spell simmering, but it is too bloody cold for lingering, the Great Conjunction has been and gone and there's some serious cooking to crack on with. Here's a classic recipe from Stanislav, the Young Polish Plumber:
Mmmm, smell all that lovely garlic. And then get some red hot chilli and smash with brick, not too much, just enough. And then get ten pounds per litre olive oil off Sainsbury shop and pour some in jug. Assemble all ingredients and season all up with half pound of cayenne pepper and half pound of vindaloo curry powder off Sainsburys. Take weeds and oil and garlic and chilli and anything else you got lying about and throw in machine and give good fucking blitzing for minute or two till is right sloppy - everything, weeds, garlic, oil and curry powder is one delicious and appetising grey-green mixture. Wipe finger on arse of jeans and stick in soup. Mmmm, is fucking miasma of friendly flavour and texture, 'Strewth, fair leaps up from bowl and tickle under fucking chin, eh.? Pour in bowls and serve cold with handful of weed ripped up and thrown on top. Mmmm, is delicious and is guarantee family will go mad for it. Can make six month in advance and store in garage with coal. Season to taste.