
Sometimes you listen to a doctor, and totally take on board what they have to say. But also, what they have to say is pretty shithouse, so you kinda ignore them. This isn’t one of those times.
Could we for one second forget that when I saved all the photos in a folder (my computer filing system makes me want to cry) that I saved the folder as Polenta Pankcakes? Can we forget that no, I haven’t changed that yet, and yes there are at least 30 photos without a home. Yes my laptop tells me that I’m running out of space. Yes I solve that by deleting Kardashian episodes.
In my regular job I sell a lot of diet books. Whilst I respect the freedom to buy and read whatever you want, I also beg you to put down that darn book. I love you therefore you should totally … Continue reading
I have always wanted to make my own poached eggs, à la eggs Benedict. Always being ever since I had breakfast at ETC on East Terrace in Adelaide (seriously check it out!), but sometimes it doesn’t work out. And that is okay, because it is so nice outside!
Basically I had that whole sitch in my hands, before my very eyes. And I over cooked it. I went there. I did that.
So I think I should talk about the book I’m reading. Which by amazing coincidence, I have not overcooked. It’s Bill Brysons ‘Notes From a Small Island’ and it is hilarious! The book details Brysons’ final lap around Britain before he moves home to America; after a 20 year stint in my homeland. I’ve never read such an accurate portrayal of Britain and its people by a foreigner, so very highly recommended. Readers should particularly take note of the hilarious ‘only in Britain’ place names, such as Pinhead, Titsey and Farleigh Wallop
I think I’m getting slightly homesick, craving yorkshire puddings and cottage pies and the like. Don’t worry there will be a whole series of Jamie related british cooking o so very soon.
Next post will involve coconut, strawberry syrup and condensed milk! Can anyone guess what I am making!?