And as a coating of devil black veils the sky I pen today's final words.
The food was delectable.
The mood congenial.
The telly bloody.
And a trim dotty Glo flitted from oven to couch like a hot slippery butterfly.
But now I'm in kittenish mood so I will skip from my chair to my bed, wriggle in between my covers and dream a deam of cream.
Friday, 2 April 2010
Good Friday. You bet it is!
Here's the first foodie 'success' in what I hope will be a long line of Easter foodie successssss! We had four slices this morning, John had it plainly buttered but I 'went nursery' and dropped raspberry jam on it.
Rising as I type is a good 2lbs worth of Naan bread dough, made using bread flour, butter, baking powder, sugar, natural yoghurt, warm milk and yeast. And marinating in a sort of home made curry paste are a few drumsticks, two bananas and half a pepper.
I usually use Patak's curry paste as the base for the marinade but today I have attempted to make my own version using curry powder, ginger, coriander seeds, cumin, cardamon and for extra heat, lots of black pepper. All this was glued together with a little oil.
After I've showered away the spices I might even get dressed.
Ta ta!
Thursday, 1 April 2010
The bread is divine.
After tipping the round brown loaf from the baking sheet onto the cooling rack I stood back admiring my handy work. What a beauty. But far from perfect. It hung a little to the left, was browner on the right and shone in a splattery, floury, patchy kind of way. But I fell for it right away. Rather like people my bread. But much better to have a broken man in your arms than a flawless one.
The aroma of just baked bread is like nothing else, it made me think I'd be far better off living on a great fertile farm with a rich young farmer. Preferably one with wheat fields.
So as the bread was cooling I did a quickie make-over of the living room. Nothing too grandiose or excessively strenuous just the swift swapping around of cat tattered furniture and re-arrangement of my desirable cat collection. Who have now, by the way, taken up residence on the windowsill. I love you with all my heart.
Anyway the staff of life sat like a crown on its wire throne as I busied my amazing brain by creating a stunning new look for the main relaxation area. It's marvellous how, in dire times, the mind creates diversions and concocts rescue remedies. All in the name of self-preservation.
Standing in bare feet in the doorway I felt satisfied and that was what I wanted.
Back in the kitchen I touched my loaf and then gently, with the tip of a very sharp blade, I sliced through the crust...The back and forth, back and forth flow of my twenty five year old knife was calming because at each rhythmic movement, showers of nutty brown crumbs fell like bronzed dust.
And after stilling myself for a moment....
I held a slice up close to my eyes gazing at its interior, mmmmm a light slightly moist texture with slivers of sunflower seeds embedded like sequins on one of my gay dancing frocks I then tore it watching more crumbs fall, this time to the floor, I could wait no longer. Placing a piece the size of an old shilling into my mouth I mumbled something about doing something in remembrance of me, I then engaged my tongue and teeth and.... swallowed.
I was in heaven at 3 p.m.
I'll post a pic tomorrow.
Ta ta
After tipping the round brown loaf from the baking sheet onto the cooling rack I stood back admiring my handy work. What a beauty. But far from perfect. It hung a little to the left, was browner on the right and shone in a splattery, floury, patchy kind of way. But I fell for it right away. Rather like people my bread. But much better to have a broken man in your arms than a flawless one.
The aroma of just baked bread is like nothing else, it made me think I'd be far better off living on a great fertile farm with a rich young farmer. Preferably one with wheat fields.
So as the bread was cooling I did a quickie make-over of the living room. Nothing too grandiose or excessively strenuous just the swift swapping around of cat tattered furniture and re-arrangement of my desirable cat collection. Who have now, by the way, taken up residence on the windowsill. I love you with all my heart.
Anyway the staff of life sat like a crown on its wire throne as I busied my amazing brain by creating a stunning new look for the main relaxation area. It's marvellous how, in dire times, the mind creates diversions and concocts rescue remedies. All in the name of self-preservation.
Standing in bare feet in the doorway I felt satisfied and that was what I wanted.
Back in the kitchen I touched my loaf and then gently, with the tip of a very sharp blade, I sliced through the crust...The back and forth, back and forth flow of my twenty five year old knife was calming because at each rhythmic movement, showers of nutty brown crumbs fell like bronzed dust.
And after stilling myself for a moment....
I held a slice up close to my eyes gazing at its interior, mmmmm a light slightly moist texture with slivers of sunflower seeds embedded like sequins on one of my gay dancing frocks I then tore it watching more crumbs fall, this time to the floor, I could wait no longer. Placing a piece the size of an old shilling into my mouth I mumbled something about doing something in remembrance of me, I then engaged my tongue and teeth and.... swallowed.
I was in heaven at 3 p.m.
I'll post a pic tomorrow.
Ta ta
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Alight
Your fingers like pokers
rouse embers in my fading life
and as I scorch my tongue on them
I blister a beautiful thank you
X
rouse embers in my fading life
and as I scorch my tongue on them
I blister a beautiful thank you
X
Easter Bread, Buns and Blokes.
Nothing gives me more pleasure, satisfaction and bruises than planning, cooking and serving home made food... Therefore Easter will see me glowing not only with heat but with joy and screwed up eyeballs.
Read on...
There's something soothing, almost spiritual about gathering together every day ingredients and making simple luscious grub like Hot Cross Buns, Cidered Chicken, Rosemary and Garlic Lamb, Herb Bread, Naans, Syrup Pudding and Lasagne. And as various old tins and pots get laid in the oven I'll no doubt be rubbing my hip from the numerous bangs they'll receive from the sticky-out corner of the well used kitchen table...I decided during a sleepless night that more working space is required, so have foolishly pulled out another table leaf. Looks good though and is coming in very handy, what with books and plates, but oh the hits I'm copping as I drift from one side of the room t'other. Ouchy ouchy...! Silly Girly!
Anyway, I'll be submerged in Sainsbury's flour over the Holy break. And that's fine with me. I'll post more as and when I can. You DO understand.
Oh, one more thing, I'll only be cooking, I don't do cleaning when Jesus is about.
So stuff to make:
Herb Bread. To make cheese sandwiches worth writing about
Hot Cross Buns. With a proper pastry cross not just a lazy slice from a sharp knife.
Naans. Made with yogurt. And red hot oven.
Lasagne. With a cheese scone. So perfect it warrants a photo.
Syrup sponge. Nursery food for stupid adults.
Apple Flan. Via Australia. More on that at a later date.
Stuff to avoid:
Dusters.
Any kind of chemical.
Hot water.
Rubber Gloves.
Sex.
But now, what about today.
Well, I'm on lady-alone rations. Will flash fry a small piece of steak for me and Monty, who, bless him, is going through a small identity crisis after meeting Golly. And later on we'll all dive into the biscuit tin whilst watching, yeah yeah ok you've guessed it...a little film loaded with guns and handsome blokes.
Get over it.
Ta ta....
Saturday, 27 March 2010
And another surprise came through my letterbox this morning...
Five packs of seeds, a helpful booklet and lots of fab stickers!
My thanks and huggypoos to the BBC's Dig In team.
(There's a link to the site down below...)
Now all I need to do is get away from this blasted computer and do something!
Easier said than done, after all I have a million and one things to do this weekend and not one of them has anything to do with getting grubby. But I'll make a promise to myself that as soon as I've watched a few films, made a great curry, entertained Monty with sunkissed knives, thought about white socks, skinned some birds joints, re-arranged the ceramic cats, decided which eye shadow to wear, sorted through my draws, listened to footie on Five Live, phoned mum, changed handbags/purses/my life's direction I'll honestly and robustly set about poking some compost with a pencil.
~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~
Mad Actions Which Result In Red Dents # 738
Enthusing about spring thereby feeling the necessity to fling my arms about which results in the gut wrenching pain of a whacked elbow on a door handle.
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On the menu today:
Spices, Sugar and Fat :)
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Televisual Treats:
None. Too busy, too busy.
:)
Five packs of seeds, a helpful booklet and lots of fab stickers!
My thanks and huggypoos to the BBC's Dig In team.
(There's a link to the site down below...)
Now all I need to do is get away from this blasted computer and do something!
Easier said than done, after all I have a million and one things to do this weekend and not one of them has anything to do with getting grubby. But I'll make a promise to myself that as soon as I've watched a few films, made a great curry, entertained Monty with sunkissed knives, thought about white socks, skinned some birds joints, re-arranged the ceramic cats, decided which eye shadow to wear, sorted through my draws, listened to footie on Five Live, phoned mum, changed handbags/purses/my life's direction I'll honestly and robustly set about poking some compost with a pencil.
~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~"~
Mad Actions Which Result In Red Dents # 738
Enthusing about spring thereby feeling the necessity to fling my arms about which results in the gut wrenching pain of a whacked elbow on a door handle.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
On the menu today:
Spices, Sugar and Fat :)
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Televisual Treats:
None. Too busy, too busy.
:)
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