Over the years we've now amounted a sizeable cookbook collection, so I've decided to review them. I'm going to share what I have and review them for you, sharing what's good and what's bad in the veggie cook book arena.
Posts about Food and Drink
As I've probably mentioned on this blog before, Catherine and myself purchase our regular dosage of fruit and veg from an organic box scheme.
One cookery programme firmly with the recession in mind however the recent Economy Gastronomy. Every week, the presenters would pop over to someone's house, try to get them to plan their meals and eat more sensibly.
I'm not sure what food you could find in Merton though. There's some elderflowers nearby but not many. You can buy Wimbledon honey at the Wimbledon Common windmill or at the National Trust shop at Morden Hall Park. Mind you there's the blackberries. Loads of them.
Regular readers will know that I like my food, and I'm keen on quality. I've baked my own bread for around two years now (and indeed, as I type, there's a malthouse loaf proving in the kitchen), and I like to eat good quality food.
Being a bit of a keen cook, and someone who likes to do things reasonably properly if possible, I know Delia wasn't really aimed at me. I mean, there's just no way on earth you'll find frozen mashed potato in my freezer.
Just had them for the first time after a work lunchtime visit to A Cooke's pie and mash shop on the Goldhawk Road. Makes you wonder how something which looks so disgusting, can actually be so wonderfully tasty...
There's an interesting article about complaints in the BBC staff canteens, in the Sunday Telegraph.
In France, Catherine ate on average 3.2 different cheeses per day. That's a lot of cheese.
Quite frankly, the Jumbuck's pie I ate this evening, was by far the blandest, most tasteless food I have ever, EVER eaten in my life. This wasn't bad tasting. This was just non-existant tasting. It apparently had meat in it. I know cos I put some in my mouth. But it just tasted of, well nothing. It was is my tastebuds had gone on a hundred mile hike, and wouldn't be back for another fortnight.