|tartare sauce inspired fish cakes|
|toxic swamp ice-cream for |
little monsters everywhere!
I decided to do a mini-taste test, on the basis that I probably wasn't the ice cream's demographic (being neither a parent nor a child). I knew my marketing background would come in useful one day!
|William Eggleston: Untitled c. 1971-1973|
So there is something about icebergs that I find absolutely terrifying. Their austere beauty fills me with awe but it also fills me with a sense of fear and horror that is really quite dizzying. Just how I feel when I look at the contents of my small freezer . . .
Labels: A Kitchen Chronicle
|idli with three chutneys|
No seriously, we don't. Especially after the age of about say 35 when frankly the novelty of travelling to new places and partying around London has worn off. Shame on us.
|beetroot cake with added nasturtiums||!|
|a parade of pumpkin carriages|
There was a yellow pumpkin
Born on a pumpkin-patch,
As clumsy as a 'potamus,
As course as cottage-thatch.
It longed to be a gooseberry
A greengage, or a grape,
It longed to give another scent
And have another shape.
The roses looked askane at it,
The lilies looked away,
"This thing is neither fruit nor flower!"
Their glances seemed to say.
One shiny night of midsummer,
When even fairies poach,
A good one waved her wand and said,
"O Pumpkin! Be a coach!"