This is the first recipe for the month of December, the end of a very eventful and busy year…and it’s cold. Well, not as cold as parts of continental Europe – it was a balmy 18°C today on this little island – but the temperature does go down a bit as soon as the sun goes down. This, to me, means snuggling on the sofa, cosy throws, candles, Christmas lights (something of an obsession of mine), binge-watching episodes of The Crown, roasts, baking and bowls of soup with warm, crusty herb bread.
Have you ever lost something precious and never found it? Or better, you found it when you forgot about it or when you just gave up? So happened with this recipe. I meant to post it months and months ago but my notes and ingredients went missing. Lost in the vortex that was my study and computer files. The one day, when my mind was in a writing funk, I decided to go work in one of my favourite coffee haunts. When I cleared my head I decided to sort and back up some writing stuff I had produced over the past few weeks, and there it was. If I wasn’t surrounded by people I think I would have had a happy dance moment. I know there’s the dance-as-if-no one’s-watching clan out there but I guess it would have been too much in a coffee shop and I would have risked being persona non grata if I did that.
I really can’t remember exactly when I took this photo, but J’s recent photography exhibition stirred a nostalgia in me. He made me want to look through all my old photos, all taken with my old Fuji. Some are good, others are just OK, and older ones are just rubbish. Ah, the good ol’ days, when I took snaps without a care in the world. I take better pictures now, or so I hope, but there’s nothing wrong in them, it’s a step I had to take. To a certain extent, that simple camera ignited my interest in photography. When J used what is now ‘my’ trusty EOS 30D, I carried my little Fuji everywhere with me. The beauty of it was that before we had smartphones with what are now considered to be pretty good cameras, all we had were little-but-still-on-the-bulky-side point and shoot devices. They were adequate but it was nothing compared to SLRs. I’m guessing that this shot was just a souvenir snap with that Fuji.
Hello everyone. This blog post has been a long time coming and there’s two things you need to know before you proceed any further. One, this is not a food blog, and two, it is a bit of a throwback. Quite a throwback to be honest, but things have gotten out of hand in my organisation planet, whatever that is, and only now I am finding some time to publish these photos. They were taken in the middle of summer a year ago and have remained in my ‘I’ll see when I get to these/maybe later’ file since then.
This review includes a recipe extract from the book, found at the end of the post.
Yes, you’re not seeing double. There’s no spelling mistakes here; the title of this book is what it is. Don’t let the funny book title and the hilarious recipe titles fool you (excuse the pun). The recipes are no joke – it’s serious stuff, serious ingredients, serious cooking, made simple for everyone to try. I’ll be trying a couple of them myself this week. They sound good and Stephen Conroy’s photos makes them all look good. What I can say is that this cookbook lifted my morale today after a tough couple of days!
I could have given this blog post quite a few number of titles (I’m being totally honest with you here), such as:
Yay! This is Not a Book Review, or
Yay! This is Not Another Book Review, or
Here’s Something Different and About Time, or
Finally She’s Got Something Else to Say, or
Juicers and Various Conundrums…
…and the list could have gone on forever, but I’ll spare you the agony. The thing is that I’ve immersed myself in cookbooks for these past few months, and haven’t really had the time or the ‘correct’ head space, for lack of a better expression, for anything else, including cooking, baking and documenting any recipes. I’ve just started my autumn cooking, as in cooking recipes which are usually reserved for cooler months.
Please note: A recipe extract is included at the end of this post.
I must admit that the last time I watched a whole series of MasterChef UK, from start to finish, or any other MasterChef to be honest, was in 2011. I cannot pinpoint exactly the reason or reasons why, but I guess it must have been something to do with the people taking part. It’s probably the only series in which I can remember the finalists clearly, but the one clip I will never forget was the one in which they had Yotam Ottolenghi as a surprise judge. Jackie Kearney’s smile radiated through the television screen. From that point on I rooted for her and wished she could win. She didn’t but of course, that was just the beginning.