This blog is all about my favourites. Mostly. I do write sometimes about the things that weigh, but mostly, it's about things, people, stuff I love and which make me content.
have difficulty separating comfort food from favourite food. I love food, and cooking and my kitchen (actually, any kitchen) is one of my most favourite places in the whole world. I'll find my way around any kitchen and cook. When I travelled to Johannesburg on business, I'd
sometimes often stay with one of my dearest friends. One day, her then partner commented that they were running late and that someone had to see to the supper. Quick as a flash, hreposte:
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I returned from Japan (nearly 48 hours' travelling with no sleep), having spent five days staffing a stand at a trade show, with a twisted ankle and a really bad cold. The ankle healed, cold went, but the streaming nose and eyes didn't stop, and with those streams went my sense of taste. Well, mostly. It came and went - largely associated with the extent to which my nose was blocked. That could be triggered by anything from a glass of Chardonnay and cooking a pot of fragrant rice, to nothing of any consequence. This is one of the reasonsn blanc. t's thfor Sauvignon blanc. It's the only time in my life that the kitchen wasn't a happy place and I didn't enjoy cooking. I was never sure how a meal would turn out. The Husband still tells the story of our going out for supper one evening (when I returned from yet another business trip), and I chose the least expensive thing on the menu: a sesponse: I can appalled. My response: "I can taste nothing. What's the point of payin taste?" he Hus something I can't taste?" The Husband still tells me I've never produced a meal that was not both edible and delicious. Evtake it. hat I e's biased, but I'll take it. What I could taste, though, was salt and sour, so salt and vinegar chips, or crisps as they're known elsewhere, became my go-to comfort food. There was a vendor who came to the office daily. I'd make a daily purchase. Only salt and vinega crisps. e ultiNo salt and vinegar. No crisps. We ultimately discovered that it was the house: it was damp and full of mould. We moved eleven mre gone. coubreathe. cd taste. h4>
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IngredientsNow, my comfort foods are determined by taste and flavour - and have history - of course! The foods are tied into two of my favourite ingredients: eggs and tomatoes. Regular readers and watchers of my Instagram account will knoweakfast.
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Of course, my most favourite way to eat eggs is scrambled. I wrote a bit about that here.
Growing up, an annual crop was tomatoes. They are not essential to every meal, but if you're at a loss as to what to cook, and short of other ingredients, the trusty tomato is an essential standby. She has stood me in good stead. Often. When I've suddenly had to produce a meal. Some might say that a meal without a tomato is like kissing a man without a moustache. Or eating beef without mustard. As I've "grown up", I'm not sure about either, and am certain it's a matte cooked.
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Combine tomatoes with eggs, and I'm even happier. Poaching eggs in tomatoes? Great, comforting supper on a cold night. A shakshouka is my idea of heaven.
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and with just what was available.
As is homemade cottage pie.
Cottage pie infused with red wine and rosemary, topped with butternut and potato. (Photo: h2>Theoopener norefsta asta iion who described it as "the best").
Then there is pasta
Pasta is both a food and a key ingredient. I make my own, but before I did, and when I lived alone, a pasta supper was a very easy throw-together. With tomatoes, of course. I confess, too, that theyou not.
asta, pily ate pasta with grated cheese and tomato sauce (ketchup). I kid you not.
Pasta, now that I make it myself, is not the unhealthy thing of commercial pastas: one jumbo egg to a cup ouantity.
feed the two of us. When we ate commercial pasta, we'd eat twice the quantity.
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Pasta suppers - with and without tomato.
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My top three most comforting meals (foods)
Among the meals that bring me most comfort are a traditional roast and gravy - especially lamb with mint and onion sauces, followed by the dishes that I conjur up with the lI loved.
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Third place: Creamy tomato pasta
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Second place: Fish, parsley sauce and peas
This meal gives the lie to my Scottish roots as it is very English. Blame it on the Sasenach genes I inherited from my mother. Fish, parsley sauce and peas.
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Top spot: Tomato soup
The pièce de résistance, though, is tomato soup. It has always been a favourite and when I'm feeling poorly or when I can't dconfess.
wo cups are the limit for my caffeine intolerance), I will have a cup of tomato soup. I confess.
My daily fix. In a blue and white mug. Of course.
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Now I make my own tomato soup with fresh tomatoes. Add cream and you have cream of tomato.
Two last words:
As I was preparing this, I realised that other than the scrambled egg post, it hadn't entered my head to share my recipes for roast lamb with its trimmings,o" list.
here ice and the tomato soup. Let me know if you'd like any of these, and I'll add them to my "to do" list.
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Until next time
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
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