Thursday, 16 October 2014

tuna & chickpea salad

D'you guys remember when Kate Middleton's sister came out with a book a little while ago? It was called Celebrate and, although I didn't read it, this Daily Mail article makes me feel like I have. And that's the last time I'll ever post a Daily Mail link, I promise. Basically the book received quite scathing feedback for it's wildly ambitious & innovative instructions for partying - for example, why not light a bonfire on Bonfire Night? Or storing your cakes in an airtight container to stop them getting stale? Or, indeed, freezing water for the creation of ice?! Basically it was a "well, duh!" sort of a book. And the reason I'm telling you all this, dear reader, is because this is quite a "well, duh" recipe.

This is pretty basic, you guys, I won't lie to you. I've been eating this for lunch pretty regularly for about a year now - basically every day when I was at uni - but I've never wanted to post it because, like I said, it's so "well, duh". It's salad leaves, chopped cucumber, chopped tomatoes, tuna, chickpeas & a super simple dressing, and you don't need me to tell you about it because you could totally do it yourself. However, this isn't a blog about fancy innovative recipes that will knock the socks off your dinner party guests, and nor have I ever claimed that it would be. Instead, this is a blog about what I eat every day, and this is a thing that I eat every day. So I'm going to tell you about it. Because - well, duh.

Saturday, 11 October 2014

honey-butter roast chicken

It's taken until the second week of October to finally get cold here in the UK, which is a sentence so unprecedented you may never see it again. But you can smell it now, that fresh crisp smell of the autumn, the smell of the cold, and as every single tumblr/pinterest post in the world is saying right now - I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. I've heard it said before that autumn is a sad time, a time when everything dies, and you know that it won't be long until dreaded January arrives but I don't mind it at all. We're being blessed with a particularly pretty autumn right now, all clear blue skies and crisp orange leaves underfoot, and I can handle the drawing in of the nights. Everything just gets a little cosier around this time of the year, and after a ridiculously busy day at work it's quite nice to have cold weather & dark evenings as an excuse to do absolutely nothing at all. Except eat, obviously.

Because man, is there a better season for food? Even without the big festivals of eating that occur this time of year, it's all just mashed everything, baked everything, spiced everything; all designed to warm and comfort and care. It's a time for going back to basics, back to the Earth, and I guess it's that whole earthiness thing about the autumn that makes me love it so much. Cause you know me, I'm a creature of simple tastes, and if you can take an old classic and make it new again without ridding it of all the things that made it so good in the first place, then that's what I'm all about. And it doesn't get more classic than roast chicken.

Sunday, 5 October 2014

there and back again (and pancakes)


It's been a very long time since I wrote here, and there are a lot of reasons for that. I got my degree, I left university, I said goodbye to my friends and to the town that had been home for 4 years, I went to Norway, I moved in with my boyfriend into a whole new town, I started a new job, I adopted two baby kittens, I went to Spain. Essentially, life happened, and happened at a quite alarmingly fast rate. I also got some new hobbies; I rediscovered reading for pleasure instead of academic marks, and writing for my eyes only, and yoga. This blog has always been in the back of my mind, but when I finally had time to write again I found that it had begun to feel a little restrictive. The word "kitchen" kind of prompts food writing exclusively, and I wasn't sure that that was what I wanted to write about any more. After all, I've never claimed to be following my passion - only my curiosities, and those are always subject to change. So I set up a new blog, registered a domain name and everything, only to find that, when it came to it, I still just wanted to write about food. And about the benefits of a quiet life. And, really, a celebration of the simple life. So in that respect, it appears nothing has changed at all.

That said, things may be a little different around this hobbit kitchen from now on. I don't really know how, but it might not always be food (though it probably will be), and I don't think I'll be including step by step photos of every aspect of the cooking process. Primarily because I actually found this hampered my cooking a bit - without a glamorous food photographer boyfriend on hand, more than a few of my meals have suffered because I've been too busy trying to get a good shot of melting butter or sizzling bacon rather than concentrating on what I'm cooking. And you know, I love to cook. I really do; I still do. I also love mountains, and I love yoga, and I love writing, and I love takeaways in front of the telly. So I might want to write about that sometimes, I don't know. Essentially, I don't know what this blog will be from now on. All I know is that it is good to be back, and, like most good things, it will begin with pancakes.