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.Continue reading
Cooking lettuce doesn’t exactly come naturally. Sometimes I see chefs on TV cooking little gem lettuce with peas in the French style − Petits Pois á la Française − and it all looks so lovely, but at the back of my mind I just know that if I did it the lettuce would taste like old socks. Roasting makes a bit more sense because it’s more about caramelization rather than actually cooking the lettuce through. With that in mind, I thought I’d give this recipe a go.
I’ll start this post by saying that hopefully the days of horrible, blurry photos like the one above are gone. My camera facilities have improved, although my photography skills have not so you’ll still have to make do with those.
There is nothing than can cure what ails you like a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. This is pretty much made to my grandma’s recipe, at least how I remember her making it. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it – right?
Sunday roasts are something which I haven’t quite come to grips with. As an American, it’s not something I grew up with, so the idea was a bit foreign to me from the start. I love roasted meat, but I can’t say I was ever impressed with the bland steamed or boiled vegetables that sit alongside it only to be drowned in gravy which is quite often made from granules. Plus, who needs cabbage, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower cheese, Yorkshire puddings, pigs in blankets, stuffing balls (really?) and roast potatoes – and they say Americans serve up big portions! I love vegetables, but I don’t need the whole allotment on my plate.