Pass me a spoon...I don't usually have ice cream for breakfast
I’d been away with work. The boy had been on night shifts. We hadn’t seen each other for three days, so when he came in, very sleepy at 7am and the first thing he said to me was “I bought some new ice cream…and I don’t think I like it….” I knew it was bad news.
He led me to the freezer and demonstrated exhibit a. It’s “Haagen Dazs” I thought, it can’t be that bad. But then I saw the flavour and I too was horrified – it was my all time favourite ice cream (Haagen Dazs Pralines and Cream) but the delicious vanilla ice cream had been substituted for chocolate. “What…that just doesn’t go” was my immediate reaction as I grabbed a spoon. Chocolate ice cream. Nice. Pralines and cream. Nice. Together….a recipe for disaster. I was most upset.
That evening after work the boy started another night shift and I settled down after tea to some trashy TV, really craving something sweet. Yes, I took out the ice cream about which I had been so horrible only hours before and polished off most of the tub. I was already converted.
Bizarre. It’s grown on me like a bad, cheesy pop song and I’ll defo be purchasing again. A boring account of my Thursday evening perhaps but my point is – give it a go!
Baking bread from scratch has always felt to me like an activity reserved for middle-aged ladies who live in farmhouses, or home economics classes in all girl boarding schools. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always fancied giving it a go. The delicious smell of baking bread on a saturday morning would just be awesome and really stamp the seal of approval on my foodie status. But let’s face it, it was never going to happen. Until now.
At work, I managed to get my hands on a swanky, brand new type of bread mix (I’ll explain what it was at a later date) in a tasty cheese and chive flavour. It was one of the easiest things I’ve ever made and it tasted yummy!
All you need to do is simply add milk to the mix and knead the dough for 15 minutes or so. Then, prove the bread (Google kindly informed me that this just means leaving it under a tea towel.) Then, bake for 20 minutes and this is what you get….
Yesterday I went to the seaside with my two favourite boys. One was sick in the back of the car. I’ll let you figure out which one that was.
Mess cleared up and despite the changeable weather we managed to play on the beach, go on a boat trip and enjoy a crocodile ride at the fun fair. Then it came to lunchtime and there was no question at all what our sunday lunch would comprise of…fish and chips. Of course. It really isn’t a myth that fish and chips taste better at the seaside, I don’t know what they do to it but it’s one of those tasty treats you remember. So I was pretty excited when we chose a lovely little chippie on the seafront decked out in retro nautical decorations and waited for our meal to arrive.
Now, I know this is a food blog so I will say that as far as the fish and chips went – it was bloomin’ delicious. What really, really shocked me was the way this swimmingly delicious meal was served – each one in a separate plastic box. I’m not too precious, I can eat food from an authentic receptacle if needs be – but we weren’t taking out, we were sitting in the restaurant. I realise this saves on washing up for them – but what a waste. Whilst we were sat there I must have seen at least 40 plastic boxes be scooped up and thrown straight into the bin. I’m no tree hugger but I really don’t agree with that at all.