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English Mum |
Apr 12th, 2008
Cheese Bread Wedges
What is it about Heinz tinned soups? They’re actually pretty disgusting – I mean, how do they get that gelatinous texture? It doesn’t bear thinking about. And the mushroom flavour, which is #1′s preferred choice, is frankly revolting. Too creamy, oddly grey in colour and, well, mushrooms don’t really taste like that, do they. And then there’s the tomato flavour. ...
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English Mum |
Apr 6th, 2008
Kid-friendly Lasagne with no bits
Little Italian interlude today then. Hubby’s away so we’ve been stuffing ourselves with pasta (which he hates) and all thoughts of a Sunday roast were quickly discarded as we were all suddenly overtaken by an inexplicable need for lasagne. This, by the way, contains #1′s tried, tested and patented recipe for tomato sauce, which is the only one that his brother will eat, considering...
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English Mum |
Mar 22nd, 2008
Chicken, mushroom and bacon risotto
So we were all in need of a bit of comfort food last night. And this packet of bloody Carnaroli rice has been sitting in the cupboard glaring at me every time I go in there for a tin of beans. Me and risotto have a chequered history. It’s not that I don’t like it, oh no, it’s just that every time I make it, I get that kind of ‘hmmm’ response from my lot that means ‘yeah,...
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English Mum |
Feb 9th, 2008
Saturday supper: black pudding with buttered cabbage
1 pack of new potatoes
1 white cabbage
1 good quality Irish black pudding
Frozen peas
Vegetable stock
Okay so I know some people are repulsed by it, but here in Ireland they do the best black pudding ever. If you hate the idea of the stuff, do me a favour and just try it before you totally write it off. It’s lovely stuff. Otherwise replace it in this recipe with some fat good quality herby sausages,...
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English Mum |
Jan 29th, 2008
Yummy baguette fillings (or party food)
So me Ma’s visit all passed in a happy blur. Oh, apart from the bit when Bertie disgraced himself by eating her knitting needles- sorry Ma. Oh, and that other bit where Bertie disgraced himself by hopping into her bed and frightening her silly when she returned from a nocturnal trip to the loo – sorry again Ma. And yesterday I found myself dropping her at the airport again.
Still, no point dwelling...
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English Mum |
Jan 2nd, 2008
Toad in the Hole
Well after all that roasting, basting and stuffing, I chilled today and made a yummy toad in the hole with some nice fat herby sausages. I’m not sure if I’ve given you my tried and tested batter recipe, but here she blows:
4oz plain flour
Pinch of salt
2 eggs
300ml (10 fl oz) Milk
Fat slice (about half oz) of butter
olive or sunflower oil
Pack of sausages
So – get a deep sided baking tin or...
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English Mum |
Dec 28th, 2007
It wouldn’t be Christmas without turkey curry…
I know, I know… but I’ve got half a bird clogging up my fridge and Hubby and #1 are mad for a curry. I got Anjum Anand’s wonderful ‘Indian Every Day’ for Christmas and she has this brilliant idea for a basic curry paste that, once you’ve knocked up a batch, you can keep in the fridge (or freeze in little portion sizes in an ice cube tray) so I’ve used this, but hey,...
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English Mum |
Feb 20th, 2007
Frittata
Okay, here goes with the frittata recipe. I’m not even sure if frittata is the correct term. Maybe it should be Spanish omelette? Whatever, it’s just a big old mixture of eggs and stuff and tastes really nice. If you haven’t got any leftover potatoes, peel a large one before you start, slice it into 1cm slices and boil it in salted water. You can basically bung any old stuff into here. I’ve...
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English Mum |
Sep 1st, 2006
Sausage and egg pie
Seeing as, thanks to King Jamie of Oliver, I’m now a whiz with a bit of pastry, I decided to whip up dinner last night in the shape of a kind of sausage and egg pie/quiche effort. Poor B the greyhound was sent wild by the smell of sausages, her little nose twitching and wiggling as she sat in her usual ‘helping with the cooking’ spot, bang in front of the sink. No matter how many times she...
