Sorry for the hiatus. Been sick for a couple of days. If I didn’t work for my self I would be tempted to book a couple of mental health days, you know, those days where you just don’t feel like facing the daily grind and all the trivial and unimportant crisis in everybody’s lives.
You just want to grump around the kitchen making something interesting to eat – like baked avocado eggs – not as bad as it sounds – but doesn’t look very appetizing. I’ll try that one again some time, right now I just feel like I wasted three perfectly good avocados and I will probably slice them up and serve them on toast with mayo and lots of pepper and some strong coffee. Cooking is such an organic adventure,
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver’d by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Not exactly “Madhur Jaffrey” (one of whose cookbooks I use often), but then, I am not feeling peaceable this fine morning. More like this:
Cruxshadows – Winterborn.
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