Chicken Pot Pie Galette – The KRCW Good Food Pie Contest Winner

Pies have never really been my thing. I’m sure this makes me un-American, and now that I’m living in the UK — another pie-obsessed nation — it probably makes me un-British as wellness. It’s not the pies themselves, I think it’s the pastry. Although something made with flour and butter should, by its very nature, be high on my list of likes. I really don’t understand it. All of that aside, I decided to make a pie. And if you’re going to make a pie, you may as well make an award-winning pie, right? A pie that beat out 400 other sweet and savory pies in seven categories. I mean, if you’re going to do something, you may as well do it right.

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Meatless Monday: Pumpkin Rotolo

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Lasagne is one of those foods that I’ve had enough of. In my 27 short years, I’ve eaten enough lasagna to last me for the next 60 or so. Rotolo is like lasagne, admittedly, but this recipe is sufficiently different from vegetable lasagne that I decided to give it a try. Continue reading

Roasted Sweet Potato, Chorizo and Feta Salad

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Autumn has finally arrived here in the UK, although the temperatures remain mild – a bit too mild, worryingly mild actually – and I can feel my stomach favoring the stodgy, warm and comforting. This recipe is a bit of a compromise though – it contains fresh greens, uncooked and unadulterated. But the hefty wedges of roasted sweet potatoes and crispy chorizo topped with salty feta still offer up that comfort we all seek this time of year.
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Meatless Monday: Cauliflower Cheese Soup returns as autumn arrives

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A return to one of A Crust Eaten’s earliest recipes and a guest post from the rumbling belly at the other end of all this: my husband.

There are benefits to getting older − something you have either discovered or which lies around the corner as a pleasant reward for advancing years. Among those I cherish most are the gaining of the confidence to simply leave a party you’re not enjoying because life’s too short, and the acceptance that not knowing what’s number one in the charts is probably a blessing in disguise rather than cause for anguish at being three or four time zones adrift of the zeitgeist.
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