|mulled cranberry and orange relish|
|Christmas orange milk liqueur (a.k.a. Baby Jesus Wee!)|
I made this last year and it was so good, so that I've made an even bigger batch of "Baby Jesus Wee" for this Christmas. My neighbour commented that perhaps she wouldn't be serving it to her vicar, although apparently he has a great sense of humour, so perhaps he'll be lucky enough to get some. It is divine mixed with Prosecco as a Christmas cocktail.
|roast butternut squash salad with pomegranate and tahini dressing|
|urap: indonesian cooked vegetable salad with coconut and lime dressing|
|rice porridge for breakfast: congee, juk or babur|
|Turkish poached eggs in yogurt (cilbir)|
|dried chillies, used for illustrative purposes only!|
Labels: A Kitchen Chronicle
|windfall apples, October 2015|
Behold the apples’ rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.
The russet, crab and cottage red
burn to the sun’s hot brass,
then drop like sweat from every branch
and bubble in the grass.
They lie as wanton as they fall,
and where they fall and break,
the stallion clamps his crunching jaws,
the starling stabs his beak.
In each plump gourd the cidery bite
of boys’ teeth tears the skin;
the waltzing wasp consumes his share,
the bent worm enters in.
I, with as easy hunger, take
entire my season’s dole;
welcome the ripe, the sweet, the sour,
the hollow and the whole.
Laurie Lee (1914-1997)
|Vietnamese chicken noodle soup (pho)|
|grilled halloumi tikka|
|salmon and blackberry salad with blackberry dressing|
|turkish-style cucumber and tomato soup|
|Goat's cheese and blackberry salad with blackberry vinaigrette|
|wild brambles (about 20 feet from my front door!)|
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
|a zesty beluga lentil and roasted tomato salad with herbs|
|tamarind and honey prawns (assam prawns)|
|Zheijang "drunken" chicken|
|coconut and coriander chutney|
|a red pepper dragonfly!|
add two pairs of wings, and look
I was ambling around the internet looking for some poetry inspiration to introduce this month's roundup of seasonal produce. Basho's haiku on the subject of red peppers and dragonfly wings really rather tickled me. His haikus are a joy and still speak vibrantly down the centuries.
|northern chinese (shandong) style asparagus|
|malaysian crispy prawn fritters (cucur udang) with a sweet chilli dipping sauce|
|summer garden rice salad with preserved lemon dressing|
|a chicago dog with the works|
|korean cold buckwheat noodle soup with beef (mul naengmyun)|
|korean-style radish and chilli pickle|
|pink gooseberries from my garden - July 2015|
|onions braised in cider|
|roasted carrots with crème fraîche and harissa dressing|
|a june rose from my garden|
|chargrilled asparagus with tomato, mint, chilli and lemon dressing|
|chargrilled courgettes, leeks and asparagus with lemon and walnuts|
|asparagus with Flemish sauce|
|beef adobo from the Philippines|
|purple sprouting broccoli|
|baked egg and proscuitto in a bread roll|
|kaya toast with soy eggs|
|spaghetti with leeks, parma ham and hazelnuts|
|Thai coconut chicken soup (tom kha gai)|
|scented clematis armandii - April 2015|
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Langston Hughes, 1902-1967
Like Langston Hughes, I love the rain too. Of course, I am equally partial to a bit of sunshine too. Which is probably a good thing, since we seem to get both types of weather on the same day in England during April.
|indian spiced potato cutlets (aloo tikki)|
|ash-e-reshteh - persian bean and noodle soup|
|Indonesian seafood sate lilit|
|spring garlic and the green shoots of recovery!|
Which might be a strange thing to say if you hadn't noticed I'd gone. Well, I won't bore you with my tales of woe. I had bit of an accident and I've been recovering. Frankly, I hadn't been doing much cooking either, but now I want to get back in the food saddle and start blogging again. Yippeeaiyay!