Hi everyone and welcome to Risotto City! Population…US! And Risotto. Obviously. Otherwise why would it be called Risotto City? And by extending that logic you’d have to conclude that not everyone in Giggleswick laughs all the time and Blubberhouses is not a time lost and landlocked 19th Century whaling village. SHUT UP. LET …
You know what? I’m hungry. VICTOR! ROUND UP THE USUAL SUSPECTS!
If soup was a film production company, it would be Merchant Ivory. You know the sort of thing, beautiful spectacle, immaculate performances, really well blended vegetables and Helena Bonham Carter being aristocratic and mad whilst Linus Roache is a repressed upper-class aubergine struggling to come to terms with his homosexuality in post-war Morrisons. That got …
I’m still making my way through those three cookery books I got for Christmas, focusing today on Jamie’s 15 Minute Meals and Simply Good Brea</em>d by Peter Sidwell, and it’s brilliant. I’ve never felt so able before, never felt so capable of trying new things, pushing my culinary luck. Don’t worry, I’m under no illusions …
Brown rice is an asshole. Seriously, it’s more of an asshole than that Squash. Speaking of which, is that done yet? Nope So today, Hungarian Pork was on the menu. It’s another one from Jamie’s 15 Minute Meals and as we had some pork left over from the pork we ate last week I thought …