First take your head, then cheese it
Apr. 18th, 2008 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis evening's at-computer nibbles - a direct consequence of yesterday's shopping, which was largely conducted in a new Polish deli - are head cheese and black pudding on pumpernickel, with chilli-pickled cucumber.
These are left-overs, from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shewhomust's birthday supper last night. "Bring what you want to eat", we were told; also, it was intimated that a little light baking might not go amiss. So I raided the Polish deli, and then I made a Moroccan serpent cake. Which is almond paste rolled in filo pastry and coiled up like a Cumberland sausage. And was lovely when I took it from the oven; but I had to carry it across town, in the rain, and a moron on a bicycle rode right into me (yes, on the pavement, indeed: head down and hood up, he couldn't have seen a thing, but he was belting along none the less) and sprung my back and sprung all the seams of the cake too, so it was a bit wrecked by the time it got where it was going.
But hey. We have left-overs, which is always good. Not that I should be eating them: the notion of at-computer nibbles is that they serve as rewards for working, which I am patently not. I have just nibbled at the Alexandria story, but not with any conviction; it is the third piece of fiction I have nibbled at today, which is ... unsatisfactory. So I'm going to give up and go away, and take my nibbles with me.
Besides, I'm boiling parsnips. To make soup.
These are left-overs, from
shewhomust's birthday supper last night. "Bring what you want to eat", we were told; also, it was intimated that a little light baking might not go amiss. So I raided the Polish deli, and then I made a Moroccan serpent cake. Which is almond paste rolled in filo pastry and coiled up like a Cumberland sausage. And was lovely when I took it from the oven; but I had to carry it across town, in the rain, and a moron on a bicycle rode right into me (yes, on the pavement, indeed: head down and hood up, he couldn't have seen a thing, but he was belting along none the less) and sprung my back and sprung all the seams of the cake too, so it was a bit wrecked by the time it got where it was going.But hey. We have left-overs, which is always good. Not that I should be eating them: the notion of at-computer nibbles is that they serve as rewards for working, which I am patently not. I have just nibbled at the Alexandria story, but not with any conviction; it is the third piece of fiction I have nibbled at today, which is ... unsatisfactory. So I'm going to give up and go away, and take my nibbles with me.
Besides, I'm boiling parsnips. To make soup.