Saturday, 31 January 2009
My two newest culinary fetishes: onion spelt crackers with the merest slither of the maturest cheddar I can get with orange juice for breakfast and a spoonful of black and peppercorn mustard to be served with almost everything else... The Kenwood (Delia Cheat) mini chopper currently transforming my kitchen life if only because I don't have to do battle with my oh so complicated food processor on a regular basis and I can whip up a terracotta bowl full of hummus in the blink of an eye with this little gem... And here lie's the terrible truth: where sensible people have kitchen gadgets and other relevant but pretty little frippery, I have school ties and plastic sports day medals. I clearly consider kids vitamins and little pots of yeast to be worthy of display, and this dresser represents only a fraction of my darling little dilapidated kitchen. And finally my Mums recipe, split pea soup, blended for all it's worth into golden yellow nectar. To my utter mystification now, when I was child my Mum and Dad used to get a little delirious about this salty soup, while I with all the snobbishness of a pampered suburban schoolgirl wouldn't touch it, truly believing that my parents fondness for it harked back to a yearning for the relative poverty of their youth, when a bag of peas, a scrag end of gammon, two carrots and an onion were considered something of a feast... And now I can't get enough of it. Yesterday, in wont of gammon, I substituted a couple of slices of smoked bacon and a few salty chunks of pancetta, and added half a bag of split yellow peas, the said carrots and onions, a couple of sticks of celery, salt, thyme, cloves and black pepper, and two hours later found myself with a cheery bowl of homely frugal bliss. Have a lovely weekend Housekeepers.