Ok, so we’ve done, like, a week of cooking, and now that Anna lives here, we cook to a very high standard. We went up to the farmer’s market cooperative and got a piece of belly pork, which I made a Chinese style sauce and slow cooked. Yum.
Ann cooked the next night, and after an unfortunate incident with some of the pasta ending up on the lawn, the result was nonetheless delicious.
We went on a bike ride/walk up to the Bride Stones and found a bunch of mushrooms, most of which we couldn’t conclusively identify, but we were pretty sure that this one was a bay boletus, or at least a cousin of it which was not poisonous. So we fried it up and ate it.
Yum.
I got a mexican cookbook from a charity shop, and although I can’t quite be bothered following recipes exactly, I did decide to do chimichangas instead of my usual enchiladas.
Yum.
Tonight I made cheese-stuffed mini peppers baked in a mexican-flavoured sauce of tomatoes, green beans (brought by Elmo’s parents who are visiting) and chickpeas. And we made guacamole with some really good avocados and a lot of raw garlic.
And while I was in the kitchen, I whipped up a cake to use it for tiramisu tomorrow. And if you’re going to make cake you might as well make two. So I made Boston cream pie, which I’ve never made before.
Obviously I had to test the ganache before I could inflict it on others.
It doesn’t look much besides a generic American giant-donut-style dessert, but it tasted good. That’s a MASSIVE SLAB of custard filling in the middle. I might not make it again, if I’m honest, but it was worth it once.
And I know it’s not strictly food, but Elmo brought home so many plums that we were forced to try plum gin with half of them, having made an enormous batch of jam as well. I’ll let you know in a couple of months how it is.
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