Summer fun

TINSIE WOZ HERE

I can think of worse places to be on a Saturday afternoon :-)

Euro 2008

Football has taken over my life. No time to blog. Be back soon.

Wordless Wednesday 21

Did you know that...

... It is possible to buy pulse spaghetti made with chickpea, pea and lentil flour which contains protein, essential for the body's growth and repair.

... Easy Cook Long Grain rice takes 4 minutes longer to cook than regular Long Grain rice (but allegedly is less sticky once cooked, with separate fluffy grains).

... Tesco Jammy Rings are nothing like Jammie Dodgers - and I mean *nothing* like them.

Amazing what you can learn while doing the weekly shop.

A story in pictures

Hint: The narrative's hiding in the photo names. Click on the photos to enlarge.

I love summer!

It's Pimm's time

Finally, summer has made an appearance again after a couple of weeks of dire weather, not to mention yesterday's mini winter. I've been out to lunch with my girlfriends (sex-in-the-city-style) and it was almost too hot by early afternoon, so instead of going to the shops afterwards as per the original plan, I popped into the supermarket, picked up some Pimm's & Lemonade cans, oranges, lemons, cucumber and strawberries, and came straight home. I couldn't find any mint, but I'll make do. I love hot weather. Cheers everyone!

P.S. On the train, I sat opposite a guy who wore a T-shirt with the following slogan in block capitals: I [heart] PORN I MASTURBATE. Surely even a horrendously hot day is no excuse for such honesty?!

Saturday special

Favourites: What’s Yours?

1. Favourite Outfit To Wear? Trousers and tunic top.
2. Favourite Hair Colour & Style? Something different to what I had last time.
3. Favourite Kind Of Shoes? Strappy sandals with a medium heel in summer. Fitted boots in winter.
4. Favourite Way To Relax? Watching a DVD in bed on my portable DVD player with headphones on.

Want to play along? Visit Saturday Special.

I don't know why I bother

If there's one chore that I really don't enjoy it's cooking. Oh, and taking the rubbish out, but at least that never takes long and anyway, everyone knows it's a man's job so I don't have to do it very often at all.

I'm not too fond of hoovering either, but that's also a man's job in our house, by virtue of the fact that I never do it and hubby hates crunchy carpets.

He's lovely, hubby is, but he's not much of a cook. And whenever he does cook, he needs someone else in the kitchen with him, which kind of defies the whole purpose of *him* doing the cooking while *I* put my feet up. Now this aversion to cooking wouldn't be a problem if I was one of these people who eat half a slice of bread, a sliver of cheese and a lettuce leaf and call it dinner, but I'm not. I like my food and I like it to be cooked and I also prefer it to be healthy and nutritious, which means we don't order take away more than once a week. Which means someone's got to cook and there are only two of us.

Now over the years I've developed a repertoire of recipes and products that work for me and I tend to stick with them and not experiment too much. I'm not good with cookery books as the list of ingredients for the average recipe is longer than the number of things I've got in my fridge on a normal day (and that's if I count each apple separately), and I don't tend to bother with fancy ingredients as they're used once and then forgotten at the back of the cupboard until 3 years past their "use by" date.

Unless, that is, I get carried away by one of my foodie friends and end up with all manner of weird and wonderful stuff from that lovely Italian deli in Hampstead, which supposedly does the best cheese/bread/pasta/pies/whatever. This is exactly what happened to me this weekend and it's how I ended up with a bag of *very expensive* giant tri-colour pasta shells, which my friend Soula said would taste lovely stuffed with feta cheese and spinach. I thought I probably wouldn't stuff them, but you never know. If I was in the right mood.. mmmm... a gourmet dish could well have been on the cards this weekend, feta cheese and spinach being two of our staples (this is what the foodie influence does - it clouds your thinking).


Now you'd think I couldn't go wrong with pasta. All I had to do was read the instructions (cook for 10-11 mins, it said), boil the water, add the pasta and simmer for the required time. Which I did. Admittedly for 11 minutes rather than 10, but I was too busy sorting out the sauce (tomato, onions, carrots, mushrooms, kalamata olives, green pepper, capers, mustard seed, oregano, mixed herbs - the works). Needless to say, I didn't have the time or the inclination to mess with feta and spinach, so I figured we'd have them plain with just the sauce. All sorted :-)

Then, I drained the pasta, and this is what I ended up with:


"They're shells," hubby said. "They've broken". Well, just as well I wasn't planning to stuff them!

We debated throwing them away and trying again, but we were pretty hungry by that point, so we cut our losses and served them up as they came.


They actually tasted very nice with the sauce, although I'm sure they weren't meant to be eaten with a spoon...

Next week it's back to spaghetti. At least you know where you stand with spaghetti. Or penne. Penne have never let me down.