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.
Serve with a simple tomato sauce made by heating chopped tomatoes with a tbsp of olive oil, a little salt, pepper and a teaspoon of sugar for 20 minutes. Add some dried oregano and you're done. These are delicious with any pasta and of course, rice too...
Preheat the oven to 200°C/gas mark 6. Place the pork in a large roasting tray and bake for 30 minutes, turning the pork once. In the meantime mix all the other ingredients together and set aside.
Summer's on the way and it's time to make the most of our beautiful strawberries. I'm not going to suggest you serve them with black pepper. I'm not going to suggest you drizzle them in balsamic. I'm just not in approval of going in that direction...
Someone asked me for a variant on my refined sugar free banana flapjacks. Well I have always been one to respond to polite enquiries, so here they are. Apple and pear flapjacks no less.
These are not easy to make... It's not that I don't want you to make them. I do. These are good. Oh my, they are GOOD. You could make yourself sick eating the whole lot and still want to go back for more. However, they're a bit of a pain in the backside.
I may love Easter more than Christmas as Christian school holidays go. I know this might be controversial. Hear me out. (Most reasons are chocolate and present buying related for those wondering if this is a rather unusual Christian themed blog post).
I've not been well. Nothing quantifiable, just feeling tired all the time, run down; spent. So I made bread rolls. That's what works for me. Regular over the counter remedies never quite hit the spot. There's something therapeutic about all the kneading and cutting and forming of rolls.
I feel I could be in danger of teaching grandmother to suck eggs. But I'm ploughing on through anyway. It's pancake day, or rather Shrove Tuesday. The day to use up all the fat and eggs in the house before the first day of Lent.
I know you like your wafer thin crepes with sugar, lemon, Nutella, jam, caramel, bananas etc, but I wanted to champion the savoury pancake.