How it works, in this house

[desperance]

I was shopping in town this morning, after doing an hour's work at the Lit & Phil. I bought some smoked haddock, thinking I'd make fish pie for supper. Halfway home, I decided that I didn't want to cook that seriously (two pans, fish pie needs, and then an oven dish), but it was okay: I'd just make risotto instead. Smoked-haddock and leek risotto, with fennel too. Which woulda been grand, except that now, going downstairs to start chopping stuff, I find I have no risotto rice. But that's okay: I shall make kedgeree instead. One or other of my kedgerees. Either way demands four pans, but never mind. Flexibility is all...

Comments

[fjm.livejournal.com]

And then Barry pleaded for the haddock and it turned into vegetarian rice?

Miss P has just snaffled the better part of my chicken (from my chicken salad).

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Hee. I was actually on the verge of posting about Barry & the haddock. He is often keen for Chaz-food, but I have never, never seen him so desperate. Smoked fish seems to press all his buttons at once.

Happily, I was skinning it at the time he got particularly frenzied, so I could placate him with the skin. By the time he'd worked his way through that, the flesh was seething gently in milk and spices, and he went off somewhere to digest in peace.

[fjm.livejournal.com]

Much later I spotted Miss P eating something. Then I realised the fridge was open. The litte .... had opened the fridge and taken a piece of chicken off the carcass.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

But of course. Learning to open the fridge is Barry's next project, if I am to judge by how long he spends sitting frowning at it. I have a friend who fitted a child-lock to his, but Boris-the-cat broke it with a fell swipe of his paw, and resumed his fridge-raiding habits. So Nick tried those bungee-ropes with hooks that cyclists use; Boris worked 'em out and worked 'em off. So Nick took to keeping his cold chicken in the oven, until Boris figured out how to open that too...

[fjm.livejournal.com]

I had a dog and cat who used cooperate.

Orly (the dog) pulled from underneath. Pig (the cat) pushed from on top.

[wishwords.livejournal.com]

Okay, you are just insane when it comes to cooking. Total barking mad. Why don't you live next to me so I could take advantage of you in your mental infirmity?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Where are you?

[wishwords.livejournal.com]

LOL Other side of the pond, plus. Texas.

I don't think I've ever been to Newcastle on Tyne. Been to the Costwalds, London and Scotland. L swears if we ever win the lottery we are moving to the UK just because it's so beautiful.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yay! Come live in Newcastle/Northumberland: beautiful city, fabulous countryside, lovely beaches (and almost empty all year long, virtually no tourists: anyone who comes this far keeps going, up into Scotland). I'll feed you.

[julesjones]

You are indeed mad, and it appears to be contagious, as my oven is currently occupied by a dish of duck confit and a tray of pork skin, with me lamenting the lack of a third rack in the oven that I may put in the rest of the kilogram of pork-scratchings-to-be.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yay! Let me know how it all works out. The methods as described work for me, but I've spent time enough cursing recipes that don't work in my oven; everything is variable.

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

I'm telling you, I need you to write a cookbook . . .