No News is Good News...

You may have noticed that this site doesn't change very often. Well the sad fact of the matter is I don't have a very interesting life. I get up, go to work, come home, repeat daily....

In recent times any gaps in this routine have been filled with me being a Domestic Goddess. (I believe this turn of phrase was coined by Nigella Lawson, I fell bad using it as I've never bought any of her books, but I'm sure she won't mind.) It is a great occupation actually. I have found a real sense of achievement from cooking and cleaning.

The problem comes from the cooking side of thing. I tend to cook quite alot yousee. For example, a couple of Sundays ago (Sundays are good for cooking, not much else happens on that day), I cooked a giant fruit crumble, soda bread, a vat of soup and meatballs for an army. "What's the problem?" I hear you say.

Well, the problem is, Jamie is only one man. After a day of my cooking there is enough food in the house for us, and a select few friends, to survive a nuclear holocaust - structural changes need to be made to our building of course but I was strictly speaking in terms of supplies.

This weekend, I employed the clever art of freezing. Instead of one large crumble, I made two small ones and froze one for use later - I can do a "Here's one I made earlier" moment at some point in the future. The bonus, of course, with the freezing, is that the nuclear holocaust can happen any time and we have the supplies. Whereas, previously we would have needed the holocaust within 3-5 days in order to benefit from our stock :-)

I also made chilli this weekend. I'm working up to a stonking hot one. The first was a bit tame but I blame the Good House Keeping Institute - I used their recipe, not advisable if you want stonking hot. Last night's was quite nice, but I think it needs a bit more if a kick. If anyone has any advice it's greatly appreciated. Michael Barry any advice you have could you keep to yourself, I remember some meatballs that nearly caused me to go blind they were so spicy. You are at a level (with spices) that I'm not ready to go to.

So you see, my life has little or no excitement, now that you've been bored by the goings-on in my kitchen.