Oh I have been cooking like a *maniac* this weekend. Curry yesterday, winter fruit salad last night (of which more later), baked gingerbread porridge overnight for breakfast (ditto), and today, purple cauliflower soup, cheese muffins, lentil bolognese (of which *much* more later) and rainbow chard gratin which was totally un-necessary. And also hormone-mandated chocolate and boysenberry brownies, but those were absolutely not my fault.
And nor is the fact that as soon as I finished making them I lost all interest in eating them. Sigh. Stupid body.
I have to say, June is really not when I would expect to be buying a lot of berries at the market, but today had a definite berry theme. Admittedly, most of the berries on offer (at three separate stalls) were frozen, but I was interrupted in my first circuit of the market by the amazing sight of fresh raspberries. In winter.
I’m a bit of a newcomer to this whole In My Kitchen blog get-together, but already I love it for the delicious and ever so slightly nosy sensation of being invited into other people’s kitchens to poke around and gaze on their gorgeous ingredients, luscious cakes and pretty or practical utensils with a covetous eye. Of course, this leads inevitably to seeing what they’ve been baking, and then suddenly developing cravings for porridgies or silver palate toffee bars or lime and macadamia Pinata cake or pikelets with quinoa flakes and apple and strawberry.
(excuse me while I leave this blog post right now to go and make pinata cake, because that is clearly the coolest thing in the whole world, even if pikelets would be a much better breakfast)
But turnabout is fair play, so let me open the doors of my kitchen and show you what’s lurking in my pantry and on my table this month…
I’m pretty sure those Starks would be considered far less bad-ass if that was their motto. But moving right along…
I have a rotten, depressing sort of cold right now, and am feeling very negative about the whole thing. But the house smells richly of tagine – chicken, pumpkin, sweet potato, onions, tomatoes, zucchini, dried apricots and raisins with ras el hanout and harissa to give them zing. That will be dinner, alongside the onion rolls I bought at the market this morning, and dessert will be apple and rhubarb pie, with Jonesy’s superlateively good cream. I may feel entirely vile, but things are looking up. Continue reading
There’s something rather pleasing about going to a farmers’ market when one really does have a sufficiency of vegetables and meat and eggs and milk, and can thus feel free to peruse whatever one likes, with no necessity to buy sensible things, like onions.
It says something for my current state of mind that I can barely remember the Farmers’ Market from Sunday. It was that sort of weekend. But I do have a fridge full of gloriously autumnal vegetables, and a dim memory of people in carrot suits and lots of chatting about raw food with John from Wild Dog Produce, so I was obviously there in body, if not in mind…
Also, cross-dressing Ken has returned! I’ll be posting his recipe very soon, as well as today’s market post, and goodness only knows what else, but I’ve been too busy cooking like a mad thing for the last two days to write about it.
Today was a very bad day for nutrition in the house of Cate. And it was also a very bad day for photographing anything that didn’t have sugar in it, because lunch got eaten in the midst of stewing tomatoes, putting away vegetables and making margarita mousse shots, and photography was forgotten as it was too late. Dinner was just as bad, only this time the excuse was wanting to get back into the living room to watch more Eurovision. But you’ll be glad to know that all the desserts were lovingly photographed from multiple angles. Because that’s where my priorities lie…
Because you know you wanted to see what chocolate pasta looked like…
Served with a strawberry and raspberry sauce spiked with a bit of kirsch and cacao butter, and white chocolate grated over the top. Yum.
Happy Blog Birthday to me! My blog is two years old today, which I understand means that it’s probably going to start saying “No!” a lot, and will also get very fussy about food. (To be fair, we’re halfway there already, really…)
And a happy blog birthday to me! But that’s a whole other post…
Today started well, with a trip to Coburg Farmers’ market. I usually try to eat before going, but I hadn’t had nearly enough sleep for that – we basically tumbled out the door and headed for the market in search of breakfast. Oh yeah, and also mother’s day presents and birthday presents, and maybe even a vegetable or two…