Brrrr.... time to ditch the lunch-time sarnie and channel your inner Soup Dragon. We had this delicious pot of carrotty goodness for lunch today. The best thing about this soup is the fixings. You can change it from a well behaved, mild mannered lunch companion to a fire spitting, hell cat you wouldn't dream of introducing to your granny, with the sprinkle of a few kitchen staples. Oh, oh, oh it's magic... you know- oh oh... 10 points if you can name the band! Oh and we scoffed it so quick I didn't take a pic but it looked as good as it tasted!
Domestic Goddess my arse!
These are the recipes I'm good at... quick, simple, out of the store-cupboard and onto the plate fare. I never spend more than 30 minutes faffing in the kitchen. So there.
This will be my recipe & homemadey remedy diary.
If you have those 'OMG! It's lunchtime and all I've got is a parsnip and a packet of boil in the bag rice.' moments, then you're a kindred spirit and you know that bad planning is often the mother of great food. So welcome to fast slurpy soups and 'really?' salads made from what's left in the fridge.
Never, ever believe there isn't something wonderful to make from the last 3 ingredients in your kitchen. Unless those ingredients really are fairy liquid, eggshells and dead flies.
This will be my recipe & homemadey remedy diary.
If you have those 'OMG! It's lunchtime and all I've got is a parsnip and a packet of boil in the bag rice.' moments, then you're a kindred spirit and you know that bad planning is often the mother of great food. So welcome to fast slurpy soups and 'really?' salads made from what's left in the fridge.
Never, ever believe there isn't something wonderful to make from the last 3 ingredients in your kitchen. Unless those ingredients really are fairy liquid, eggshells and dead flies.
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Showing posts with label corgette soup. Show all posts
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
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Allottment Swoop - visiting from a previous tumblr post...
Our dear friend Kath has got an allotment. Most weekends I imagine our Kath can be found happily digging and pulling and planting and kerfuffling on her little veggie patch - helping mother nature make real food. Over the year we have pinned our expressions to ‘mildly interested’ while listening to tales of muck shippments, allotment politics and the correct way to lay out your onions.
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