Well, what better way to get back on the horse than by cooking your husband (or your bear) a lovely Saturday lunch, and checking out the local beach. 🙂
It’s been a funny week, this one. It seemed less demanding than usual in the kitchen: either the recipes were getting easier (no chilling, lining a flan ring and baking blind) or I’m getting more used to it. I wondered what was up as I spent quite a while meditatively shredding chicken for a salad, then decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. It will probably never happen again. Continue reading “Week 4: Ballymaloe Cookery School on Tour!”
When I started the course, 12 weeks seemed like a long time, but this week has flown by, and I find myself a quarter of the way through already. Suddenly, the remaining 9 weeks don’t seem that long at all.
Here’s an idea of how things are moving along, from my first ‘proper’ morning in the kitchen to last Friday:
Fri 7 Oct– Hake in Panagrattato with Duchesse Potato, Buttered Cucmber with Fennel, Rocket & Cherry Tomato Salad, Brown Yeast Bread, Sweet White Scones & finishing a classmate’s Apple Jelly Continue reading “Week 3: The Swing of Things”
Week 2 didn’t start well. I’d a bit of a panic on Sunday, anxious about getting back into the kitchen, already worrying about my exams, and just generally feeling frazzled. Thankfully, my Monday went OK, no disasters and only (another) two minor cuts. I’m thinking of taking shares in a sticking plaster company instead of a food business.
If you are only going to go to one cookery school, make it Ballymaloe. It’s not so much a cookery school as a philosophy and way of life. Before being introduced to the kitchen, you’re introduced to the garden. Knowing where your food is coming from is key, all the way back to a wheelbarrow full of soil.
Well, well, I’m actually typing this at the kitchen table in Pennyworth Cottage in Ballymaloe Cookery School.
For years, I’ve said that the first thing I’d do if I won the Lotto/when I retired, was the 12 week cookery course in Ballymaloe. I don’t know how it happened but it was a little like Babe: ‘Farmer Hoggett knew that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored. For in them, lie the seeds of destiny‘. Continue reading “The Bear goes to Ballymaloe!”
‘Within a week of leaving Cobh, this is what I realised- there are millions of ways of living’.
Oh Maeve. All those times I spotted posters for shows in the Firkin Crane just too late, and now you’ve gone to the States (sigh). I think I’d get on very well with Maeve Higgins if I met her. And, in a way, I have. Such is the wonder of books (and having Mr. WB to buy them as presents!) Continue reading “We have a good time…Don’t we?- Maeve Higgins”
I was listening to the radio today, when a certain electrical shop asked if I wanted a ‘smarter, slimmer model’ advertising TVs up to 98 inches.
‘Be the envy of your friends‘ the ad said. Really? Is that it? Is that what I’m supposed to want? Is there someone out there who will buy a new TV because they want their friends to be jealous of them?
It makes sense to maximise the use of your oven when you turn it on, or in the case of our pizza oven, when Mr. WB chops the timber and lights it up!
Here’s a sample of last Saturday’s cooking: Continue reading “Out of the Oven!”