Monthly Archives: September 2014

And The Sky Was Made of Amythests

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A sunny Sunday afternoon.  Had Hole’s “Live Through This” on the iTunes player; now the Lord of the Rings soundtrack (never let it be said that I am not eclectic in my tastes).  Last night was brought to you courtesy of the new season of Strictly Come Dancing (YYAAAAYYY!!!), Dr Who and Under the Dome.  Plus aubergine curry, flatbreads, tzatziki and rice.  Original recipe courtesy of the lovely Jack Monroe, who is knocking it out of the ballpark re: curry recipes at the moment:

http://agirlcalledjack.com/2014/05/28/aubergine-and-chickpea-curry/

 

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Pasendroble

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Thank Feck It’s Friday.

Walked home from work.  The weather is unusually warm for this slice of September, and humid.  Berries and blazing, turning leaves.  Thunderstorms don’t so much happen, as hit-and-run, clutching your handbag and your necklace as they flee.   Craneflies lurch drunkenly across my path, too lethargic for flight.  Slugs the size of white transit vans steam along the pavement at a gear-crunching 0.001 miles a hour.  If I listen closely I can hear the “WHOORRAHAAAWAHAA NICE EYE-STALKS DARLIN’ BEEP BEEEEEPPPPP”.

Eventually got round to cooking dinner.  Original here from Jack Monroe:

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/sep/17/jack-monroe-cauliflower-pasanda-recipe

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Roast Cabbage Wedges

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Autumn is upon us, with mellow fruits and mistfulness.  An Anxious’s thoughts begin to turn to root vegetables and cabbages, those staple winter stocks and enablers of  Tasty Casserole.  Tonight however the weather was still humid and warm enough to suit something less rib-sticking; simple grilled vegetarian sausages, some left-over French bread, and chunks of savoy cabbage, drizzled with olive oil and mustard and roasted in the oven…..

Original here:

http://skinnyms.com/dijon-roasted-cabbage/

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The magnetic pole

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Went for a stroll, from Marlborough to Avebury last week.  A kind of Indian summer day; misty, and the freshly-shorn landscape looked as strokable as cat’s fur.

Marlborough is the kind of place where you get off the bus and from the first three shops* you see, you know you’re unlikely to ever be able to afford to rent a flat there.

I spent the usual half hour wandering in circles before I found what I thought was the starting point of the Wessex Ridgeway trail, then just gave up and followed this middle-aged couple who had fleeces and walking sticks and everything, and were therefore probably more likely on the right track, or a track of some sort, than I was. Discovered that having a proper hiking stick means other hikers take you seriously and will automatically offer advice on directions etc.  Especially as to the nearness of the next country pub 😉 .  Plus a four foot metal pole with a sharp-bit-on-the-end is something of a comfort and reassurance to a woman hiking alone.

Haven’t been to Avebury in 20 years, but the stone circle is as impressive as ever, and the Red Lion is still a good boozer.  Even though the vegetarian menu option had run out (“It’s all those people ‘in tune with the Earth'” commented the barman, sourly).  I had an orange J20 and a coffee instead.  Pottered round the circle. Noted that the advertised bus back to Swindon failed to show up for 2 hours running and caught one back to Marlborough instead, as my feet were feeling a little battered.  Watched a man, dressed in black, doing tai chi between 3 burial mounds (!).

Pictures below the cut….

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Spicy Chickpeas

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Saturday night at my sister’s, and the usual banquet.  Samosas, bhajis, flatbreads, aubergine curry (bit chewy), chicken curry (for her, can’t comment on the chewiness), curried potatoes (for both of us), and spicy chickpeas in tomato.  Lent her my copy of Rose Elliott’s “Cheap & Easy”,  as she needed a few simple recipes.  They have a garden at the nursery where she works.  They grow the veg (with the kids), prepare the veg (with the kids) and then feed them said veg, which seems to me to be an excellent way of helping kids understand food and eating as a complete process, rather than as something merely decanted from a MaccyD’s or PizzaBungalow’s wrapper (horsemeat optional).

After all that worthiness we finished off the evening with a viewing of Strippers Vs Werewolves, an even dafter B-movie than it sounds. Which takes genuine commitment and artistic talent frankly.  None of which were visible in the finished film.  Highly recommended.

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Courgette & Cheese Bake

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On leave for a few days, and because I Have That Kind Of Face random strangers chat to me.  Best one was an extensive discussion on harissa paste with a check-out operator in Asda (I went in for some washing powder and a new t-shirt, left with half the contents of the World Foods Aisle).

If you’re not sick of courgettes already this season, I found you a decent tummy-filler that isn’t a fritter, burger, frittata or pancake.  So put that griddle pan away!

Original from here:

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/aug/29/courgette-recipes-mary-ellen-mctague

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