When I dreamed up this title, “Giving it Beans”, I knew it was “punny”, but I had no idea that it would end up having such resonance in the days that followed. … More Giving it Beans – I
When I met The Husband, he fended for himself and it wasn’t long before he informed me that a kitchen should never be without onions and tomatoes: no tasty main meal (other than breakfast), could exclude onions. Add tomatoes, he maintained, and you have the basis of a good meal. Then last Saturday, I was given five kilograms of overripe tomatoes! Perfect. So, I set to on Sunday, prepared for a long day – it’s a two-step process – not difficult, but long (and which is partly why I didn’t get this out last week). … More Passata – squashed, saucy tomatoes
On a recent business trip, colleagues (all women) and I were talking about preparing the evening meal and one asked, in astonished horror, “You cook every night, Fiona?”
“Well, yes, actually, I do – most nights.”
She went to say that … More Cook’s paradise or loony bin?
This time fifteen years ago, I spent Christmas in Grahamstown. I have to think very hard to remember what we did for Christmas lunch. It was the first Christmas without my mother who had died a week earlier. My focus was on my grieving father who had lost the love of his life. His world, … More Ghosts of Christmases past
Next to the pea patch, we had a bed of broad beans. Broad (or fava) beans are another childhood memory: picking them during a sunny winter afternoon and then shelling them in front of the fire for supper. We had another bumper crop this year, I am delighted to say, so some are safely stored in … More Bountiful broad beans
….parsley! I love parsley. I’m not happy until my garden grows herbs, especially parsley. And the challenge of parsley is that it’s a slow grower and it can be temperamental. My mum also always had parsley in her garden – some of my earliest culinary memories are of being sent to pick parsley – usually … More A lovely bunch of….
Both my parents grew up in the UK in the Second World War: Mum in Oxford, where her mother took in evacuees and then later also billeted soldiers. Dad grew up in Glasgow, and with his sister, Belle, evacuated to a poultry farm . Consequently, we grew up constantly hearing, “waste not, want not”. Little was thrown … More Waste not, want not – I
Milestones tend to get one thinking and reflecting. When I posted There’s a Mouse in the House, I was astounded when WordPress congratulated me on my 20th post! Today is a milestone: my 21st post. It also got me thinking about how I celebrated turning 21. I chose to have a garden party – at home. And thinking about … More 21 Today!