HELLO and welcome back, dear readers. It’s been a whole ten days since I foolishly skidded down the stairs at silly o clock in the morning and found my toes sticking out at odd angles and my sorry ass in the waiting room at Charing Cross A&E, and what a long and frustrating ten days it’s been. I haven’t strictly been taking life as easily as instructed, not being the type who can sit still for ten minutes let alone loaf around in bed with my foot in the air. I did a day of filming for a campaign that comes out tomorrow, wobbling around with a walking stick between takes, was kindly invited to the Telegraph’s ‘Out At Work Top 50 LGBT Executives’ thingy at the House Of Commons (and bailed after 20 minutes, unable to stand and smile simultaneously and sure nobody wanted me grimacing and whimpering in the corner all night like a proper party pooper) and did a much-longer-than-usual food shoot for the Guardian – thankyou Linda, who was kind and understanding and didn’t rush me as I shuffled around the kitchen grumbling to myself. And through all of that, my family have been kind and understanding and generous and very very caring, from the toddlers ‘finding’ my stick for me to help me walk around the house, to endless cups of tea in my bed-work-nest, to them all leaving me alone to wallow in frustration when I was just being Really Crap And Crabby.
Some of you may remember that I made a New Years Resolution to cook something new every day for 2015, to learn new things and explore my culinary imagination, as well as delving into the wealth of cookbooks I and my proper-chef-better-half have accumulated between us over the years – not a week goes by where a new one doesn’t drop through the letter box, kindly sent to review, or as a present, or just because, and there are towering towers of them precariously throughout the house – plenty of reading material for inspiration and innovation. (Sometimes we both get sent the same book at the same time, but for some reason they’re very easy to give away to friends and family…!!)
My latest favourite tomes are Mrs Beeton’s Everyday Cookery, Jane Grigson’s ‘Observer Guide To British Cookery’, Cucina by Angela Hartnett and The River Café Cookbook by Rose Gray and Ruth Rogers. (Rose Gray’s son, Ossie, runs The Brackenbury restaurant in Shepherds Bush, our date night venue of choice for fantastic dinners, if you’re ever in the area and the sort of person who likes eating good food in nice places without breaking the bank. Er, not that I’m offering a date night, as I am a Well Spoken For Woman, just making a recommendation!!)
Anyway, the point of this longer-than-intended and rather scrambled ramble was to say that I’ve mostly stuck to that resolution (although Dry January kind of went out of the window with the broken foot thing, apologies, I might try again in February when I don’t need to knock myself out to sleep…) and will be posting a pile of recipes shortly from the last few days. 😀
With love, and thanks for all the good wishes and karma and healing vibes,
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