Fudz, glorious fudz
Aug. 30th, 2009 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOkay. The rowanberries have been simmered in a little water 'til soft, and are now dripping out their glorious juices through a muslin jelly-bag into a welcoming bowl. I will leave them to do that all night, and see what I'm left with in the morning.
Damn. I had meant to photograph the process, from panful of berries to ultimate jelly; but I forgot. Hey-ho.
Meanwhile, I have made a cucumber-and-mint raita flavoured with mustard seeds and avocado oil (oh, and a little cayenne: even my raita is spicy). I have made a curry paste and a garam masala from first principles; I have marinated pork in chilli and turmeric and salt and black vinegar. I have boiled rice. I shall go now and assemble the raw ingredients into a simmering curry, with a view to eating in an hour or so. Chortle.
These things are how we amuse ourselves, on a day off. Except that it's kind of what I get up to on a working day as well, bar the going-out-and-scrumping thing. How do I ever find the time to write?
Damn. I had meant to photograph the process, from panful of berries to ultimate jelly; but I forgot. Hey-ho.
Meanwhile, I have made a cucumber-and-mint raita flavoured with mustard seeds and avocado oil (oh, and a little cayenne: even my raita is spicy). I have made a curry paste and a garam masala from first principles; I have marinated pork in chilli and turmeric and salt and black vinegar. I have boiled rice. I shall go now and assemble the raw ingredients into a simmering curry, with a view to eating in an hour or so. Chortle.
These things are how we amuse ourselves, on a day off. Except that it's kind of what I get up to on a working day as well, bar the going-out-and-scrumping thing. How do I ever find the time to write?