The semi-finals of GBBO tonight. I have been rooting for Hermine. Fear not those of you who fret I am going to give away the result before this season airs in your country. I am not planning to give anything away. So I’ll stop there before I say who else is still in the tent.
An early evening walk with Celia and we saw more Christmas decorations, but I didn’t have my camera. Celia tells me the early appearance of Christmas decorations is so widespread this year it’s been reported in the press. I know some people put them up in Lockdown1 which seemed completely nuts to me. Now I am wondering if they ever took them down. I hope they did, otherwise their rooms are going to look like an homage to Miss Haversham. I’m looking forward to hearing what the psychologists have to say.
I’m just making comfort food. Last night it was rumbledethumps, a Scottish leftovers dish closely related to Bubble and Squeak. I had some swede, not my favourite vegetable, which I wanted to use up and it seemed a good idea. I substituted vegan cheddar for real cheddar. I’m not a big fan of fake cheese, but I have had it melted and been pleasantly surprised. But what to have with it? Beans of some sort, but rumbledethumps is fairly beige in colour apart from the cabbage part, so I decided on red kidney beans. Again not my favourite bean, so that’s three ingredients not on my loved list.
But OMG it was good. I am even prepared to buy more red kidney beans. I based that part of the meal on a recipe by Rose Eliot, the queen of vegetarian and vegan cookery. I spent the hour after eating in a state of sensory delight. Oh and there was apple crumble for pudding. Tonight I had some leftover rumbledethump – yes, leftovers from a dish of leftovers, that’s me – with vegan sausages, mushrooms and broccoli, again with crumble for pudding, cold crumble tonight with soy yoghurt. Much as I enjoy watching GBBO I don’t think they have have ever baked anything I’d actually want to eat. Peasant food, that’s my thing: plain, loads of vegetables, unfussy and big quantities. The other day Charlie, aka Mr Celia, revealed that early in their marriage Celia had said she’d be quite happy to have a pill that replaced the need for meals. I was shocked into silence. Celia looked slightly uncomfortable and said something to the effect that that was no longer how she felt. I was very pleased to hear it.
Nouvelle cuisine and minimalism? That’s bad enough. A pill instead of a meal? No way.
Stay safe. Keep well. Cook with love. Eat with joy.