At Last

Someone who managed to make me weep. For all the right reasons. Jahmene Douglas. Outstanding. Terrifyingly good.
Whether he wins or loses or fades back to anonymity I'll never forget the 21 year old Asda worker. His chopped rendition of Etta James's At Last was smooth, perfect, vocal gold.

So rough

So sweet

So only 22!

Nothing soothes me more than a few hours in the kitchen.

Being served tonight:
A homely beef cobbler with boiled potatoes and peas. The scone topping is light and moreish so I have to be firm with myself otherwise I turn into Greedy Gloria!
When cooked the cobbler is unevenly golden with beefy volcanic eruptions spurting up and and around the edges. Perfection and prettiness are not key words in my culinary vocabulary.

For 'afters' I wanted to make something which could be baked underneath the mains and required no spectacular ingredients so I plumped for Bread and Butter Pudding. Rather than use the usual mixed dried fruit, I spread the bread with butter and zingy lime marmalade. I then quartered the slices layering them in a tin dish with brown sugar and pouring over nearly a pint of strained egg custard. I'll serve the nursery food neat!
Some things are best left unadorned...

I see Fabio Capello has been talking again...this time about Big Boy Andy Carroll's excessive drinking. He can drink the pubs of Liverpool dry just as long as he scores for England.

I see something else as well...The X Factor is on Saturday and Sunday. More yelling and swishing of bums courtesy of Dermot and more eye popping make-up courtesy of Kelly and Tulisa. I'm enjoying Louis as usual, he is such a super sweetie and as for the newly roughed up Gazza Barloid I want him desperately.

Now I must fly, my cobbler needs a-tinkering with:)