This is one of my favourite meals to cook and eat… if you follow me on Instagram, you already know this…
Anyway, it’s just so simple to make and there’s tonnes of flavour. It’s one of my classic, “Throw it in a pan and come back when it’s ready” meals so, if you’ve had a long day or just don’t have the energy to try, make this and thank me later.
I must confess, I’m not of a soup eater.
I think it stems to how I used to eat it as a child. I’d butter about 8 slices of white bread, eschew the spoon and just start dipping. I think that the comedian Seann Walsh says it best (skip to about 2:19):
Before I go ahead and tell you how to enjoy what’s left of your delicious Christmas Dinner this year, understand that I’m in no way talking about the main event. Whether that be turkey, duck, beef or a nut loaf.
You and I both know that the centrepiece of your festival feast will have been picked clean by now. Used in sandwiches, wraps and midnight excursions to the fridge as you nibble “just a smidge” while deciding what you actually want to eat.
The turkey is gone, you’re just going to have to face facts, I’m afraid.
You’ve got to love these voucher websites. While some may feel uncomfortable using them, the truth is that they offer us lesser mortals the opportunity to wine and dine in some exceptional establishments which would usually be out of our price bracket. Or they allow us to try out a restaurant which we would have previously missed on our search for gastronomical fulfilment.
Anna and I use ItIsOn, which caters for (pun intended) Edinburgh, Glasgow, Aberdeen, Dundee and Newcastle-Upon-Tyne (just in case you thought I meant the -under-Lyme version). And we have been able to enjoy some incredible meals in some wonderful places across the city. We also went somewhere stuffy, pretentious and unwelcoming… but that’s for another story.
Anna had decided to treat me recently to one of said vouchers and our latest excursion took us to the Royal Mile and into a well hidden restaurant named Monteith’s. Continue reading
I don’t know what the etiquette is for reviewing the place where you work as I have never encountered this issue before. If I have a great time and tell you all how wonderful it is, I run the risk of seeming quite disingenuous or sycophantic. If I had a terrible time and told you the warts and all story of my ordeal… I would probably get fired.
It’s a pretty Catch 22 situation I found myself in.
That being said, after a short deliberation with myself, I realised the inalienable truth about any and all blogs. I don’t have to write anything.
I love pizza. It’s one of the purest and most accessible foods in the world yet it never becomes boring. We’ve all heard the adage “Pizza is like sex, even when it’s bad it’s pretty good”. It’s undeniably true.
There is no such thing as bad pizza.
Just to clarify, I am still not gluten intolerant. I also don’t really much care for pancakes. Shocking, I know, but they’ve never really tickled my tastebuds.
I would wager that no one really likes pancakes, they just like the toppings and love the fact that someone, somewhere has made it acceptable to eat a plate of Nutella without looking like a delinquent.
That being said, Anna loves them. She is also worse at getting out of bed than I am (on occasion). Actually, when I didn’t live here, she was perfectly fine getting up in the morning. I feel I’ve been a bad influence on her while she has been a great influence on me. Like some sort of societal obligation osmosis. We will soon find a balance whereby we are both perfectly comfortable getting out of bed at least before midday.
If there was one culinary word which used to annoy me (other than the overuse of “fusion”) it would have to be “jus”.
I’m a Northerner and it’s called gravy. Don’t start faffing about with your fancy pants words. It’s just thin gravy.
If you follow me on Instagram (if not, why not? Who the hell do you think you are? You think you’re too good for me? That’s just rude!)
If you do follow me, you know I love me a good omelette/frittata (I don’t really know the difference between these two.
I have at least 3-4 per week, each with different toppings and what not. They’re just awesome. You can either plan ahead and make a really special one or you can just clear out your fridge and throw it in. Either way, it’s bloody good.
One of the things that everyone asks me (it’s about 3 people, but that warrants a blog) is how to make them properly.
With Anna on holiday recently, I spent the first few days twiddling my thumbs. Not as in being lost and not knowing what I was doing with myself. With no female presence in the house, I was free to unleash the gamer in me and battle the various forces of evil which transpired against me.
At the start of the week, Anna’s mother asked if I would like to join her and Judy, Anna’s sister, for lunch. She also included the magic words “my treat”. I would have gone anyway, that just sold the idea.
On Wednesday morning, they text me the destination and I was pleasantly surprised. We were heading to Indigo Yard in Edinburgh. I have been here before and I was incredibly pleased with my meal the last time.