I have been revisiting my favourite old cookery book to give some relief to the members of my household who are beginning to look like a spaghetti bolognaise.
So last night I steamed the leeks from the bottom of the fridge, wrapped them in LIDL (30% off) ham and covered them in cheddar cheese sauce not forgetting a sprinkling of brown bread crumbs. Into the oven at Gas Mark 5 and voila! Marguerite Patten, our beloved English cookery diva who kept everyone going in World War II, would have smiled in her grave. Actually, is she dead yet?
Served with boiled potatoes and cabbage and garnished with Branston pickle I ate it in front of Family Guy. Then I treated myself to a glass of Port. Apart from the telly bit, I felt like an old colonel in a gentleman’s club. All very satisfying.
Today I trudged through the snow to the village butcher for oxtail and got a bloody great marrow bone free. Bought a swede and three potatoes from W. Green and then had the most enormous difficulty carrying it all home whilst using my ski pole as a walking stick. I don’t want to slip up and die like the Atkins Diet man, do I?
In roasting the marrow bone to make stock, I stunk out the whole kitchen and I’m not doing that again.
Meanwhile I forgot I’d already bought some chicken thighs. I am not sure if my enthusiasm is going to run to cooking those too.