No, I’m not referring to either my youth or the best days of my life, but rather logical eating choices during the hottest summer in many, many years. Certainly since we arrived in McGregor and when the top temperature was 41ºC (106ºF). … More Salad Days I
There is something both decadent and comforting about a hamburger, and a really good hamburger is a treat. No self-respecting deep freeze should be without hamburger patties. … More Burger Blues
The year seems to have flown. Spring has arrived – not with a vengeance, but rather with schizophrenia. The McGregor Food and Wine Festival approached.
It’s been an inordinately busy year in my “day” job, so I had not thought to participate. But then, as so often happens, a friend turned on the charming emotional blackmail: “We need you, darling! Come on, it’ll be fun…” … More A Hard Day’s Night
A “real” holiday is no cooking or cleaning. But sometimes I like playing with my food … More Fabulous fare – holiday eating “in”
So after a lovely day of wine and song, Sunday was crunch time. … More Courgette Crunch
After having ordered the vegetables to cook, what seemed like 500 tons, of Ratatouille for the McGregor Poetry Festival, I was left with unused ingredients. As much as I/we enjoy Ratatouille, it is possible to have too much of a good thing, so what to do with brinjals, peppers and tomatoes? Don’t ask me why … More Brinjals – stuffed – Mediterranean
This is a warm pasta salad with roasted peppers, cilantro and ginger – another of my “made-up” dishes. I had not made it for a while when I saw Jamie’s recipe for roasted red pepper and walnut spread. This prompted me to make it again. Ingredients: Sweet bell peppers. I generally use robot peppers as that gives great colour variation, … More Roasted pepper pasta
Here today, gone tomorrow just about epitomises last week.
Summer arrived with a vengeance on Monday and the thermometer hit 38 degrees Celsius (just over 100 Fahrenheit). Overnight, a little swarm of bees took residence in our Cotoneaster. … More Here today, gone tomorrow!
I have always loved eggs. As a little girl, I loved eating Dad’s scrambled eggs; of course I had had my own, but they were much nicer when I perched on his knee, eating them off his plate. He loved his eggs on buttery toast and topped with a good sprinkling of freshly ground black pepper. Another … More Anyone for eggs?
I have flirted with vegetarianism on and off for about thirty years, particularly when I lived alone – which I have done, not unhappily, on and off, until I finally settled down with Tom. One of the first, if not the first, recipe book I bought, was the A – Z of Vegetarian Cooking in … More Veg-ing out