You may have seen my last takeover of Mummy's writing, anyway, I'm back. She's busy on her phone pretending to work when really I know she's on facebook, looking up people she used to know but didn't like well enough to stay proper friends with. Mothers are funny like that. If I don't like someone I just throw a plastic brick at them. Or bite them. I like to be clear.
Curryslaw is my twist on British coleslaw, with fresh coriander and lime and aromatic Indian spices. It tastes like classic Coronation sauce, which is why it works so perfectly with sticky honey chicken thighs. I use crunchy and sweet pomegranate seeds, but you can use raisins or sultanas if pomegranates aren't available...
I've been meaning to put all my weaning recipes in one place, but, well I've been busy weaning. Lawrence is now nine months old and eats pretty much what we eat. I have been asked many times since he was born whether I follow baby led weaning or the purée method and quite honestly I've mostly been avoiding the question. It's just so political.
I'm not going to pretend like these are healthy, because sometimes you don't want healthy. Sometimes the kale and the almond milk chat and the steaming rather than frying can give you healthy fatigue. If that's the case then I prescribe something so trashy, so incredibly grubby that it sends you straight back on the wagon.
I am never happy. No, I don't mean I'm a depressive. I think I was depressed for about 2 months back in 1999, but other than that have been lucky on that front. I'm just never happy with my lot. I have this constant suspicion I am missing out on things. I have to try everything once. It's a recipe for disaster. Like poor impulse control in infants.
I have never ever hankered after a daughter. Obviously if one had appeared then I'd have loved her and been very happy indeed. But one never did. And I now find myself in the curious position of being a mother of three sons, still under 35 and yet about to sell all the unisex baby bits on eBay. I'm getting rid of everything.
Traditionally in Mauritius we make this with corned mutton which has a much stronger flavour and Iove it but I love corned beef as well and in the UK this is readily available and easier to get hold of. To be honest with you I love most tinned things, sardines, mackerel, anchovies and I suppose it's mostly out of nostalgia