This morning, I was wondering what to have for breakfast when I remembered I had a bunch of chickpeas leftover from yesterday’s dish: rice with Swiss chard. And I had an idea: why not have a chickpea omelette?
After a dine out experience that gave us a sort of funny tummy, we were feeling in dire need of a soothing breakfast, so I figured that a porridge would be a good answer to that need! Continue reading “Banana porridge”
This morning I set out with the grand plan of making a delicious coucou, but I didn’t quite succeed. I was too cautious with the amount of herbs, added way less than I should have and so I ended up with a herby omelette, but actually that’s not a bad thing either! Continue reading “Herb omelette (or coucou)”
These sandwiches are impossible to eat without making a mess, but they’re really delicious. The first time my partner made them, I requested we had them again the next day! ?
We normally make them as rolls, using tortilla wraps, but today I was feeling innovative and went for pitta breads.
Pitta bread or tortilla wraps or similar
Optional: olives for extra juiciness
Slice the halloumi and fry it in a pan until it takes some colour. Initially it might be quite watery, the colour will start showing up once the water evaporates. Then leave aside.
In parallel, have a veggie washing and slicing party. It should eventually look like this, ready to be assembled in your bread or tortilla:
Captain Obvious says: If you’re using pitta breads, you’ll have to slice them open before you put the ingredients in ✌?
Place the flattest ingredients first: cucumber, halloumi. Then the rest.
Add a little olive oil, and they’re ready to be eaten!
This is such a great combination of amazing flavours. Also, I will use this opportunity to say that halloumi cheese is one of the best things in Earth ??? … possibly one of humankind’s greatest achievements too!
Yesterday evening I was feeling quite tired and in want of a comforting dinner, but I didn’t feel like walking to the shops once I was home. I scoured the kitchen cupboards and there was this bunch of potatoes whispering “boil us… boil us…”