Making it up as I go along...

...is mostly how I cook. Using basic cookery principles and adapting recipes to ingredients I have available. Oft' times all I need is the concept for a dish and I can make something similar, or equally tasty.

With that in mind, may I present for the readers consideration, a variation on a traditional British dish,'Toad-in-the-Hole'. I'm sure all you clever bloggers will need is the name of this dish to reproduce it for yourself.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you:

Roast Parsnip* Toad-in-the-Hole**

It's fucking lush!***

  • *I will probably be experimenting with various other things 'in-a-hole' over the coming months. (Keep your filthy minds in check!)
  • **Suitable for Vegetarians if they eat eggs, or if you can make batter without them. (I leave that as an excercise for the reader)
  • ***There is no picture as I eated it. All.
 
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There's Babies. Babies everywhere!

...and not just on the net.
Two text messages greet my rising this morning (Ok this lunchtime if I'm honest) One from a pal who I dropped off a Birthday card for last night:

"Thanks so much bab x its a corker. Me and em am having a human puppy x just started telling the world. well people we know at least x"

The second from a pal who's child is just over a year old:


"Have just invented a new game, build a small town with wooden blocks then release mileszilla and see how fast he can destroy tokyo"

 
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To the Supermarket, with a shopping list. Turkey is made of string.

Helmuth Karl Bernhard Graf von Moltke , one of the great strategists of the latter half of the 1800s said:

"No battle plan survives contact with the enemy"

I say:

"No shopping list survives arrival at the supermarket"

I'd headed into town yesterday to stock up on supplies, with a list of stuff I needed/wanted so I could eat for the next few days & over the weekend.

I'm weak though, especially when it comes to reduced stuff. So added to the list was:

  1. A bag of Parsnips as I can't resist them roasted.
  2. Sausage meat, Mmm, add some herbs & things, turn it into patties, batter them then shallow fry them.
  3. Smoked salmon trimmings. Wow cheap salmon got even cheaper and I love smoked salmon. Looks like butties at some point. I just need to get some cream cheese.
  4. A Turkey drumstick, a Turkey drumstick that was bigger than some legs of lamb I've seen.
With hindsight, the last item was a mistake. I roasted it with the Parsnips and some Potatoes for my tea and it was probably one of the most disappointing things I've ever had. Anatomically, once cooked, it was like turkey flavoured string glued to a bone. Admittedly, I might not have cooked it that well, but...

I ate it anyway. with a firm note to self, never ever to pick one up again. The remains are now simmering away in a pan, to provide stock for tonights meal. A lentil & bacon stew/soup thing, based on a programme I heard on the radio the other day.

 
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One of my most painful childhood memories...

...was treading on Lego wheels with my bare or stocking feet*. I don't know if they still make Lego wheels in the same manner, but they used to consist of a plastic hub, with four 'nubs' on, a rubber tyre around and then a metal spike or axle that fitted into a special brick with four holes in. If the wheel landed with the axle-spike pointing upwards it acted like a kind of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caltrop">Caltrop.</a> Especially painful if you trod on it with the soft squidgy part of your foot.<P>My Bedroom floor is no longer strewn with Lego pieces, so that particular hazard has passed from my life, but I was reminded of it earlier today when I trod on the upward pointing right angled mini jack of a pair of head phones that I had carelessly left lying about next to my bed.<P>.They do say that smell is one of the most potent triggers to memory. Maybe it is, but pain must come a close second.<P>* No I didn't wear stockings as a child, nor as an adult actually. it's the phrase that you use to describe that state with just your socks on, but no shoes. I'd not thought about it 'til now. The English language is weird.
 
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