Cauliflower gets a bad rap. Kinda like the B Sprout, people have veggie nightmares of overcooked limp veggies that emit a seriously unappetising pong. Why do you think someone invented Cauliflower Cheese? How else were you supposed to eat cauliflower back in the 70′s if the flavour wasn’t masked with drowning cheese. Cos we all know, cheese does make everything better…like bacon.
I’ve been eating a lot of vegetarian meals lately, my sister-in-law (a vegetarian), would be proud. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a carnivore through-and-through. I love a good rib eye steak or a slab of melt-in-your mouth pork belly but when you get vegetables at their peak of the season, it’s really hard to go past them.
For the last eight months or so our Saturdays have been hijacked by house hunting. At first, it was somewhat exciting, the prospect of looking for a new home that we will one day have a family in (and a walk-in closet) has now become a real drag and a slightly anxiety inducing exercise.
This year has been the year of new vegetable discovery for me. Before this year, I had never tasted kale, celeriac or kohlrabi…I’m sure you serious foodies are like shock horror! but I bet there are many of you out there who haven’t either and I don’t blame you, they’re ugly little buggers.
I feel like in the relatively short time that I’ve been blogging, I’ve posted quite a few recipes involving eggs.
I know, I know, I know….this recipe is all over the interweb, on other blogs and in newspapers; people raving about how great this bread is. Well I’m here to join the chorus. This bread is amaze-town. Even for all you dough-phobics out there who until today have been too scared to make your own bread, I beg you to seriously give this one a crack, you’ll feel such a sense of achievement. Not only does it require minimal skill and effort but you end up with bread that looks and tastes like it has come from the best artisan bakery in Paris – ok, sliiiigh-tly pushing it there, but I shit you not, it’s not far off.
Hello, my name is Jules and I’m a heavy-footed walker….I think. I have suspected it for awhile, but have finally come to the realisation that I think I stomp my feet a little harder on the ground that the average person, well maybe the average lady….and I’m a little embarrassed about it. Continue reading
Jerusalem artichokes.
You’re deceiving little buggers.
Neither an artichoke
Nor from Jerusalem
I am totally going through a fashion slump right now and it’s bugging me. I have clothes, and I could wear these in cool combinations but I seem to keep going back to the same 3 or 4 outfits to get me through, and I can tell you they are not so cool that you’d find me gracing the pages of The Sartorialist, nope, not happening.
