things we eat and drink, at home and out and about
It was cold this week and I didn’t want to get out to the shops, but I still managed to concoct this with bits and bobs that were in either the cupboard or the fridge, and it turned out to be very pleasant!
Continue reading “Cupboard and fridge ochazuke”
I’ve been made “custodian” of my late grandmother’s recipe notebook.
Since it’s in such a frail condition (it’s probably about 80 years old) I transcribed it, to test the recipes without handling the actual booklet.
It’s been quite an interesting, enlightening, and at times truly bemusing experience.
Continue reading “An unexpected custodianship”
It’s almost a month since we visited this place, but since you can’t go anywhere anyway, we might as well revisit it!
Natsuki Kikuya had posted about this place in her Instagram page, so I was curious about it.
But wait… a ramen place in Mayfair? 🤑💸
I looked at the menu on their website to make sure I would not have to sell a kidney to visit 😆 The prices seemed within the standards of ramen in Central London, and since there’s not a lot to look forward to these days, I made a reservation.
Continue reading “Heddon Yokocho”
I made this practice mini loaf the other day as an experiment born out of an experiment: I had made a coca with a focaccia dough made with my beer starter (and a couple of cans of Camden Hells lager instead of water), and I had set some dough aside to practice shaping it into a baguette, as I don’t have lots of experience with that type of shaping.
Then I was gathering ingredients to make an omelette, when I noticed there were two sausages in the fridge, and that gave me an even better idea:
Continue reading “Bocadillo de longaniza y tortilla francesa (sausage and omelette sandwich)”
The first thing I think of when autumn arrives is mushrooms. Then pumpkins. And then, celeriac.
But for some reason, they were not stocking it anywhere near us. I kept peeking at the vegetables section each time I visited the shops, and all I saw were sad swedes (the roots, not the people) and tiny squash and potato cubes. No! That will not do!
So I finally braved the rain and wind, walked to a supermarket further away, and found celeriac there. At last!
This appetite of mine for celeriac soup is a bit of a recent thing though. I blame The Celeriac Soup that I had at Brunswick House once.
Have it once, try to mimic it forever. Such is my fate…
Continue reading “Celeriac, potato, onion and courgette soup”