Breakfast Adventures
This morning, I felt like having a small cooked breakfast. I had some eggs and some black pudding, but didn’t have any sausage.
This morning, I felt like having a small cooked breakfast. I had some eggs and some black pudding, but didn’t have any sausage.
Last month I posted about trying to find a brand of lemonade that didn’t contain artificial sweeteners. To my surprise I found that even the non-diet versions contained both sugar and sweeteners.
I’m usually very good at blowing my own trumpet about how good my home-smoked pulled pork is.
As I haven’t been completely healthy the last month or so, I have been concentrating on essential tasks in the garden and about the house; to the neglect of doing fancy stuff with food. As a result, it has been a while since I last did some cold smoking.
Looks like no matter what else I am eating this week, it will be with a side order of fava beans. Unless, that is, I blanch and freeze them.
I mentioned Moor Farm Meats the other day. I went out for a drive to day and found it – it’s fair to say that it’s not a place you would find unless you were looking for it.
I was listening to an interview on Radio 4’s Today show about how – as part of a plan to try and reduce the average Brit’s sugar intake, the major drink suppliers had already cut down on sugar in fizzy drinks by 5%, and were being pushed to do more.
One of my major failures in trying to source local produce has been finding a good burger. As I like to BBQ, and burgers are the main fodder for my monthly board-gaming sessions (where I feed anything from 8-16 people), this is not an insignificant part of my monthly food spend, and is something that keeps bringing me back to Tescos. Which irritates me every time I fill a basket with them.
I have a beef stew in the slow cooker today. It is a very rough and ready recipe, which changes easily depending on what ingredients I have. Very roughly:
Life has been a bit busy, lately, and mealtimes hard to predict; so I have had my fortnightly Riverford fruit and veg box suspended for a while. Of course, I forgot to check when the deliveries would resume, and so I got home last night, after a day out, to find the box sitting by my gate, drenched by the rain. My fault, both for forgetting, and not leaving them somewhere sheltered to put it.
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