Monday, July 13, 2009

fixing

Browsing in my local bookshop in the few minutes before it shut tonight i found a Tamasin Day-Lewis cook book that i didn't already have on my bookshelf. Her cooking style suits me; sophisticated enough to be a challenge but never fiddly, it is the sort of food i would like to put on my table every day.

I particularly like Tamasin's use of more unorthodox vegetables. I am not silly enough to try the curried cream of artichoke soup (well, maybe), but the spicy celeriac and coconut milk soup is high on my list to try, along with celeriac, thyme and potato gratin, once the winter vegetables start appearing in my veg box.

My reminder list, for slightly cooler evenings:
  • Sweet-sour roasted parsnips with sweet potatoes.
  • Veal ragu
  • Parsley and horseradish dumplings
  • Beef Daube, flavoured with Rum
For some time, very soon:
  • Summer Lemon and Raspberry cake
  • Blondie (date brownies)
  • A gluten-free almond and blood orange cake
  • Lemon Devil's Food cake.

First of all i am set to try an alternative to my poached ham; a Baked Gammon with Parsley Sauce, for the boys' supper tomorrow.

I also browsed some unknown cook names, and spotted an idea i have to try: Rocky Road made with turkish delight and pistachios.





500g minced pork, a little finely chopped bacon, a crushed garlic clove, grated zest of a lemon and a handful of torn basil leaves; blend with your fingers and roll into walnut-sized balls. Flatten slightly as you cook them briskly in a pan with a little heated oil. Make sure they colour well to a crisp and caramelised finish - cook for 2 or 3 minutes on each side and check one to see they are juicy but not pink.



I miss kissing.

The lack of lip contact should have been the major signal in my disintegrating marriage; we had startling sex, but the spontaneous kissing was infrequent towards the end. Somehow it became less intimate to have my face in his lap than to be nose to nose with him.

Some things can become a purely physical action, especially if you are intent on providing reassurance (for self, or not), and the sentiment is easier to disguise if you can ignore the lack of electical surge, by avoiding the kiss that doesn't work any longer.

I can share so much with another, but without the undisguised reactions that might occur in my body as we kiss there is still so much i don't know.

6 comments:

Osbasso said...

I miss the kiss too.

Ro said...

That really threw me: "Rocky Road made with turkish delight and pistachios" followed by an ingredient list starting with minced pork and chopped bacon ...

But celeriac ... oh, I adore celeriac and it is so long since I've eaten it. Now you've started me missing it.

And I miss kisses too. I love a good snogfest :-)

MJ said...

*flips hair back, doing best Cher impersonation*

If you wanna know
If he loves you so
It's in his kiss!
(That's where it is!)

Ponita in Real Life said...

I'd love to try the curried cream of artichoke soup!

Kissing.... foreplay at it's best when your entire body is involved in the fire and electricity that flows through that contact... it is almost as good as actual sex! I miss it too. *sigh*

Shane said...

'... the kiss that doesn't work any longer'.

You're writing pithily, and very well. You make me reflect. I'm thinking about times when I should have focused on the kiss. And so the ships pass and head for their opposing horizons.

Carnalis said...

Os - there can never be enough kissing.

Ro - sorry, bad juxtapositioning.

enjoy your snogfests :-)

MJ *admires singing voice*

Ponita - it is not just 'artichoke' but 'jerusalem artichoke', and curried too - i thought you were not so keen on wind??

Shane - Oh. Some opportunities are sweeter when missed, or perhaps wait until the next stormy night when wakes might cross again?