Archive | July 2016

Less of me…

no_cake-300pxHaving decided that Summer was on its way (yeah, I know, even I can get it wrong sometimes. Or all of the time.) I thought how nice it would be to be able to squeeze into a few of my old summer clothes. So I joined a local slimming group. Let’s call it, say, Thinning World. You know the one. Actually, I was really pleasantly surprised. The group is full of really lovely people and the group consultant is a hilarious and very welcoming, warm person. I say, person, I mean man. He is lovely. And the diet itself is amazing. Just follow the programme and you lose weight. Sounds easy, and it is. I haven’t eaten so much food for years. Some of those lovely meals I mentioned earlier? They are from the SW cookery books and website. I have lost loads of weight and feel much better than I have in years. So, I had a lovely pair of smart trousers that I hadn’t been able to squeeze into for a long time and, having lost a bit of weight and found some of my clothes were getting loose, I thought I would try them on. I was GUTTED! They not only did up but then they fell down. However, some of those old summer clothes I mentioned? Fitted like a dream. Yay! Now, about the time my now very loose knickers fell down, you don’t want to hear that story…

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My culinary skills, or lack thereof…

food-leif-lodahl-01-300pxSo there we were. No cooker, no kitchen and no endless funds for endless takeaways.The cooker out on the front yard having been condemned by the gasman. Just a microwave oven and a very, empty, tummy. I did what I should probably have been doing long ago but couldn’t be arsed to do. I looked in a cookery book. Sharp intake of breath! Well, I had no idea you could cook so many things in the microwave. Loads of stuff. Even whole meals. And from scratch. So that was the first couple of nights sorted. After we got sick of my entire repertoire of one meal, a single burner camping stove was discovered, along with my previously well hidden (for which read ,Packed) slow cooker. Yay! The wherewithal to make further dishes! Not sure if my family was relieved or filled with further trepidation. Also, not sure if I wanted to ask them or get a reply! However, with a little light reading (aka plowing through various cookery books previously unopened) I managed to find a few meals I could make using just one pan, or just the slow cooker, or a combination of both with the use of the microwave thrown in for good measure. Having to actually think about what I could cook, how I could cook it, how I could convert the recipe and so on, meant that, instead of the usual burnt offerings from having been thrown in the oven as a last minute thought, I was actually producing some quite nice meals. Some were even really nice. My family went from longing for a new kitchen to considering not having one at all for fear that I might go back to my old ways – which, of course, I did as soon as the new kitchen was in situ. Ah well, they say all good things have to come to an end. Burnt offerings it is then. Although, apparently, golden black is not a colour…

The gas man cometh…

IMG_0090It’s been ages since I’ve had the chance to sit down and write anything. Apart from having a bit of a meltdown last December, I have been totally consumed with the ‘selling house/buying house/moving into new house’ malarkey. Then came the ‘doing the house up’ malarkey! The new house had no kitchen. None. Zip. Nada. A stainless steel sink and a cupboard. And that was all. Actually, the previous owner very kindly left us their old cooker (our previous kitchen had a built-in oven and hob). However, after using it just once I decided to get it serviced, along with the boiler and the gas fire. The gas man took one look at the cooker. Moments later it was outside, on the front yard, condemned. The gas fire was similarly condemned and disconnected. Then he discovered a gas leak but not the source of the leak. Sigh! Eventually, after a lot of toing and froing of various gas personnel and many hours of hand-wringing later, the gas leak was found, the faulty pipe disconnected, the new connections all checked and deemed satisfactory and my house was once again my own. Which left me with a predicament. How to cook? Certain members of my family would say that has always been my predicament. They would also say ouch after I lamped them one with one of my brick-like loaves of bread. But that’s another story…