Food. Glorious. Food
At the weekend I bought myself a lovely recipie book from Paperchase and am currently transcribing various bits of paper with all my recipies on them. I'm entertaining myself foodwise on two counts: first the magic parcel of an
Abel and Cole fruit and veg box, every week another dispatch from the organic and seasonal grown-in-the-ground dept. I then get to plan recipies to include these rather snacky items whilst also trying to stop
wingsmith from snaffling them all. Then I get to add the new recipies to my shiny book. It's wipe clean and everything.
Intend to polish of the rather fabby Bailiey's cheesecake kindly donated by
ababyyou's friend Kerry. Instructions please? Then I'm going to attempt a terrifyingly vague Bulgarian recipie (and this is coming from me, captain of the "some" and "slosh" brigade of cookery) courtesy of
kangeiko's mum. It won't taste right. But it will be tasty.
Today I realised that the satsuma is Japanese. And called a
Mikan. Gosh.