Yes, it’s April. Yes, it was snowing last week. No, it’s not yet time to put the soup pot in the back of the cupboard, so why not another version of cabbage soup. This one has a slightly more Mediterranean vibe than my Polish/Scandinavian version as it uses cannellini beans, rosemary and a bit of tomato paste.
So my posts have been lacking, alright nonexistent, the last few weeks. For those of you who don’t know, my visa application has been refused and I’ve been asked to leave the UK, and my husband, while I reapply from California. So the past few weeks have been filled with uncertainty and obviously we have been eating, we’re not in starvation mode, but I haven’t been inspired to write anything and haven’t photographed anything either. Ok, so that’s where I’ve been. Boohoo. On to the food!
I came home last night and didn’t feel like cooking. After much debate, we decided to order pizza to save me from being a slave to the stove and then I promptly went into the kitchen to cook something for our lunches for the next day. I know, the mind boggles.
Another Sunday, another roast. We hadn’t planned ahead for this one, so the options were limited to the supermarket offerings. As we browsed the meat aisle the leg of lamb bleated longingly at me, but our wallets insisted we have chicken – although with Easter just around the corner and a beautiful lamb post on Cooking in Sens which definitely got the roasting juices flowing, lamb may be on the menu yet!
Break out the violins and get your hankies ready, this is the story of a dinner for one. I found myself on my own the other night and without any dinner. There were no suitable leftovers, actually no leftovers at all because it’s getting to that time of the month where we find ourselves using up frozen treasures and store cupboard staples. So there I was, alone and hungry with very few options beyond a handful of frozen corn and some canned tomatoes. All by myself, don’t wanna be…Ok, that’s going a bit far.
Ever found yourself home alone and at a loss as to what to eat for dinner? I usually don’t bother to cook anything too strenuous when it’s just me – telling yourself how delicious something is isn’t quite the same as someone else saying it, is it?
Some of our close friends had family visiting from Poland last week and, as ever, I looked at that as the opportunity for a dinner party. Dinner parties seem to have this stigma, this pretentious air about them which puts people off. In our house they are simply an excuse to have good friends over, drink lots of wine and, of course, for me to get in the kitchen and cook up a three course meal.