Keeping up with my reasonably skewed approach to pretty much everything these days, a few weeks back I bought a bunch of beetroot a with the sole purpose of lopping off the greens for pesto. Once the greens were sorted I proceeded to fish through a jar of mixed nuts for the cashews, eating a pecan and brazil and walnut and macadamia or four as I went. Don't worry, the beets were used a night or two later for dinner, but right now were talking about pesto. Actually this would be pretty … [Read more...]
In My Kitchen: April 2014
If you haven't noticed I'm rather prolific over on Instagram... ahem, and therefore each time I pull together a list for In My Kitchen I simply scroll back through photos shared since the last post to work out what's been going on. There is a bit of a method to the madness, even if the resulting collections appear as slightly randomly grouped items all in one place. That said my life is slightly random when put all in one place, so it fits. Anyway, it's once again time to link up with Celia … [Read more...]
Rocket, Parsley & Pepita Pesto
Necessity is the mother of invention and this pesto is the result of a last ditch rescue mission in my crisper. There are a few of those happening lately. A Spaghetti Squash - more on that later - purchased from the same stand as those tomatillos, steamed up. A couple of frozen mackerel filets, pan fried. And the pesto, blended together in the blink of an eye. Fridge surprise lunch at its best. Rocket, Parsley & Pepita Pesto Rather than letting yet another couple bunches … [Read more...]
Chimichurri Sauce in 5 minutes
When we were in Buenos Aires last year RJ ate more steak in five days than he had in the five previous months. He was in heaven. I managed to locate the grilled veggies hidden in the bottom of the sides section of menus and discovered the most amazing potato and artichoke tortilla ever. Both of us doused everything in large dollops of Chimichurri Sauce and washed it all down with stunning claret Malbec. Sigh. I could label this '5 minute Friday' and pretend that this insanely … [Read more...]
Basil & Walnut Pesto
She unconsciously hummed along with the music playing in the background, humm de dum de da. It was from Milan she explained, as a smile triggered by an ancient memory flitted across her face. The heavy wooden chopping board belonged to her mother, the cleaver had been borrowed from my mother and the basil was picked just moments before from her own garden. Ro was chopping up herbs for pesto, again, it was the third time in two weeks. My grandmother still makes her pesto the old way. … [Read more...]
