Healthy 6am weekday conversations in our home are rare. As I guess they are in most households with children of any sort: pre-teen and post teens! Usually, moaning and grumbling tend to dampen the chit-chat of the blue tits and red robins; and even the cocks crowing-a dawn. The kids channel crackles with dragging feet and sniffling that has tears lurking close by.
Brekkie
Calling all the New Yorkers out there. Before we moved from the Netherlands (I know I keep going back to those days….), I tried my hands at making bagels. And succeeded too. And because I promised you bagels and Nigerian stews (not served together mind you) – here it is.
See I feel that for my American experience to be complete, I have to go to certain places – New York City is one of them. A place I’ve long associated with fun, fashion and gastronomy. Whenever I think of New York, I think Blueberry muffins, hot dogs, bagels and a mean espresso. And though I haven’t quite made it that far yet, I was willing to search for the heady, fresh baked flavours of ‘New Amsterdam’.
I found gorgeous bagels at Bagel Alley in The Netherlands and quickly acquired a taste for them. This café celebrates the yeasty bread treat – a touch heavy and chewy with that distinct, light sour taste and shiny top. I was astonished at the variety of bagel recipes on the menu – everything from the standard cream cheese to a ‘pizza’ and a BLT (Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato).
I’m thankful for autumn and fall. For churros. For pumpkin puree. For pumpkin churros. For sugar, and chocolate and spice. For taste notes called toffee and caramel. For New England autumns, for deep-fried. Dough.
I’m thankful for new beginnings, for children that love freely, for hope, for joy. For life. And the occasional wave of pain.
I’m thankful for homecomings, imperfect as they sometimes are.
Globalisation. My seven year old daughter knows all about it and we had to go to Barcelona for her to let us know. This is the same daughter who asked, ‘Papa, why is everything made in China?’ And yes, he responded. Right or wrong.
As a parent, I’ve learnt the hard way, not to promise my children anything till I’m pretty sure it can happen. So days out, specific meals to cook and even a commitment to read a book on a certain Monday evening of the week just might not work out. Work, life, other incidents interrupt and punctuate my plans, fairly often. Read more…
But then I’m no Newton It is my good friend, L I have to thank for this Albeit it in a roundabout way See, once upon a time three years ago I needed flaked almonds and she offered to get me some And she did – she got me a whole kilo Because the store was out of the smaller packs And thus began my almond experimenting
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….aka Banana bread, with white chocolate chips and pecans!
It took me a while to figure out what to make for this stop of our Culinary Tour 2010, hosted by Joan of Foodalogue.. Eventually, I stumbled upon recipe after recipe for Banana bread…., and then it became very clear and apparent what exactly I had to do. Namely, make some.
See, I have tried it once before, sort of…..
Actually, my friend, S made the bread (she is a BBE: Banana Bread Expert, churning loaf after loaf, of exportable commodity. Yes her BB has travelled from Europe to the States….., though not for me). While she worked hard, I stood by taking loads of photos and learning all her tips and tricks.
I am a collector of recipes….some of which, I literally wait years to make, and other which become regulars and firm faves.
Take this no-fry Scotch eggs, for a start – 5 years since I first saw the recipe and this year,….I finally made it. My tea-smoked fish on the other hand has featured twice in recent times!
So, without further ado, I present two recipes to you: both for your enjoyment and perfect for a stress-free Christmas brekkie…or brunch!
Easy to make ahead….what are you waiting for?
When I drifted upon an open sea, Cursing the oppressive heat of my beloved motherland Was it not a rousing welcome that awaited me in the golden arms of autumn? Oh, how she made me feel so new How she made me feel so good Oh how she thrust me into the icy warmth of winter’s waiting bosom And did winter not love me so? Did she not bare her soul to me? Did trees not bow? Nor winds uplift In a bid to welcome me? Yes, winter tried And no Her labour was not lost….on me Ozoz, 1997 (My experiences of living and studying in Merseyside)
I’m just me. I don’t have an Aunt Betty, so I can’t present you with her famous cranberry cobbler…neither do I have an Uncle Bert or Joe, to wow you with his beer-basted, flame grilled whole turkey, ready in just under X hours! Welcome to my world…and my thoughts for Thanksgiving.












