Day 084-90/100

Hi everybody, my apologies for my tardiness over the last week, but I have been down sick with food poisoning. The joys of dodgy chicken, unfortunately this has not left me in a position to keep my daily blog up to date, sorry. Anyone who has been unfortunate to experience this knows how bad it can get. Back on the mend and hopefully it will be business as usual from tomorrow. Thanks to all for the comments on prior posts and the new followers, much appreciated.


Roll on Autumn

Day 077/100

I know we still have the rest of the summer to go, but I can not wait for autumn. It is late at the minute here and the wind is starting to pick up. Tis coupled with heavy rain is my idea of heaven, mind you I would have to be under a very large duvet, accompanied by a big mug of hot chocolate and a good book. Just listening to the world move through the seasons. I know autumn and winter can be cold, dark and somewhat dreary but there is Halloween to look forward to, warm wood fires and oodles of comfort food. I know I am on a diet but a girl can dream. I love soups and have fun trying out new ones, I especially like pumpkin and butternut squash, with lots of spices. They are lovely with grated mature white cheddar on top and with brown toast and hummus. I like odd combo’s. Unfortunately this year will have to wait until the depths of darkest January and February to partake. Will have to be on my diet for a while yet, my only downfall will be christmas dinner. Now that can not be missed. I tend to dinner with gravy not gravy with dinner, which is not exactly healthy but hey you only live once. So here’s to the long nights, dark days and warming food, bring on the winter.

Irish food, how wonderful?

Day 056/100

Been a busy day, but at least the curse of it always rains on a tuesday seems to have moved on. I was starting to think we were indeed truly cursed concerning tuesdays weather. In the middle of making plans to travel next month, fingers crossed, I have not been away on holidays since New Orleans in 2005, I was lucky I got the opportunity to see the city in all her splendor before hurricane Katrina. New Orleans is an amazing city with such friendly people, and the food, I think I put on a stone eating nothing but pulled pork, bar-b-que, po boys, pizza, gumbo, corn bread, and my favorite creme brulee tarts, I though I had died and gone to heaven.  I am not sure if Irelands traditional fare could hold its own against some of the delights other countries have to offer food wise. Bet you have never heard of crubeens, not some a magical type of bean but boiled/grilled pigs feet, lovely, huh. Next on the list, oh here’s one to salivate over, milk mixed with butter and cows blood, I kid you not. Not as common now but popular in the last couple of centuries. And who can over look the humble spud, we have been known to eat it in every meal, from potato bread, colcannon, boxty, and Irish stew. Not one of my favorite vegetables, considering here a meal in not considered a meal, without its inclusion. Aghh. One thing we did get right is bread, and white soda bread is gorgeous, its quite dense, but sliced, fried in beef dripping and with a couple of eggs, you do not need feeding for the rest of the day. Heaven. Like most cultures we do have a blood pudding, have to pass on that one, but I do like white pudding, not entirely sure what is in it, but I do not need to know, sometimes ignorance is bliss. The only other odd combo I can think of is steak pie made with Guinness, oysters and beef, that you can keep. What I am looking forward to having on my travels is a slice of a good tourtiere, my friend’s husbands saturday morning concoctions, no recipe, just what ever is left over, spiced cinnamon mocha, proper chinese and japanese food, not the greatest variety here. The list would be endless and I could go on forever, but I must cease as I am getting hungry and being on a diet thats just not helping matters. Eat well and enjoy.

Cooking and me, yeah right

Day 043/100

As you may have guessed I am a great lover of food, considering all the coffee shops I know and love, and am intimately acquainted with every cookery program known to man. Then you would suspect that I can actually cook, well, cooking is akin to my driving skills, limited and dangerous. The trouble started from a very early age with a large bowl of gooseberries, (small green furry things you make jam with), I asked, no begged to be allowed to wash them, after my mother, aunt and grandmother had spent the best part of the afternoon topping and tailing them. Of course how much damage could a five year old do, I took the term wash them to a new level by including washing up liquid in the process, plenty of lovely bubbles and three pounds of inedible gooseberries later. Over the years things just went from crackpot to crazy, tried melting chocolate in a basin over hot water, only no one told me not to use a plastic bowl, one wrecked saucepan and melted mess later. Have on more than one occasion nearly blown up the microwave, the first instance it was only out of the box. I do have one special trait when cooking pastry that it is completely raw inside and cremated on the outside, don’t ask, still not sure how I do it. The kicker is that when my parents would go away even just for a day, my sister was left strict instructions not to leave me unsupervised in the kitchen, I was eighteen at the time, such trust. Mind you I have gotten better over the last few years but the damage has been done, family members keep the doctor on speed dial just in case of food poisoning and my mother still insists on standing guard when I am let loose in her kitchen, even if only making toast. What makes all this all the more funny is that my mom is a brilliant trained chef, and my sister and dad can cook very well, in my case, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, it was on a completely different one, on another continent. Mind you I can wire a plug and know which end of a power drill to use. Ya just can’t be good at everything.