Sunday, 11 October 2009

G f'cook'n'bottlewasher:Z decides what to make for dinner

There's very little choice as I didn't go shopping for the weekend. However, the Sage came in bearing a box of fine potatoes - I didn't grow potatoes this year, but a couple of thrown-out sprouted spuds had grown and cropped and he'd dug them up from the compost heap. Then I've got half a bunch of carrots. A few shallots. That's all the vegetables in the house, although I've some cavolo nero-type kale in the garden, some tomatoes, aubergines, peppers and chillis in the greenhouse and plenty of squashes. In the fridge, some cheddar, a small amount of Stilton and what looks like a tub of cream cheese but is actually garlic'n'herb flavoured tofu. The usual storecupboard stuff and, freshly made and still cooling, a big bowl of beef stock.

If I use only what's in the house and mainly fresh ingredients, I could make risotto, using shallots, stock and some cheese with the rice. Or pommes boulangère, with potatoes, shallots, stock and some milk. I could do a couple of eggs with that - the chickens are a bit off lay but there are a few eggs. I could make soup with potato, shallot, carrot and the stock, and do cheese scones to go with it. Or I could simply bake a couple of potatoes and serve them with a hunk of cheese. Hm. More choice than I realised, especially since I've not taken into account extra possible ingredients which are there for the picking. I'm sort of inclined to focus on the potatoes, since anything newly harvested tastes particularly good.

Pommes boulangère it is, then.

Last night, I was chatting to the daughter of friends, who has just moved up this way from London. She's about 30, tall and blonde, with two children of about 12 and 8. I asked how she liked living here, and she said they all love it and the children have settled down happily in their new schools. Her daughter, the older one, is finding it a great deal less stressful. Their father, who does not live with them any more, is black and she had been harried and sneered at for her appearance, which might seem unlikely in a London school where there is a wide variety of ethnic backgrounds. But here, she's accepted for the person she is and no one cares what she looks like. "She loves not having to straighten her hair every morning" said her mother. "She was bullied if she went to school with curly hair in London". I don't know, maybe we're over-protective, but that would be called a racist incident at my high school, logged and reported to governors, and the pupils responsible would be reprimanded. But actually, it would be most unlikely to happen.

Right. Time to start getting those potatoes ready if I want dinner to be cooked in an hour and a half.

15 comments:

Dave said...

I just knew you were going to make a dish involving the shallots, but you failed to close your post: 'that's shallot'.

Z said...

That's because you told me to leave the puns to Rog.

Z said...

But you're welcome to use them, of course.

Dave said...

I don't think I was quite that prescriptive - I merely suggested that puns were his speciality.

Z said...

You evidently don't appreciate how hurtful your remark was. It's all right. I'm over it. Almost.

Dandelion said...

Hooray! That's what I was hoping you'd choose.

sablonneuse said...

Reading about all that food has made me hungry even though I've already eaten. Hope you enjoyed the final result!

Z said...

We ate the whole dishful, which included a kilo of potato, and gave the dish to Tilly to lick. We had fried eggs with it. The Sage thinks there are still potatoes to dig up. Sadly, I can't dig at all as there's no strength in my right leg, so he has to do all the work. Heh.

Pins N Ashes said...

I knew you would choose potatoes...I love them sooo so much :)))

Pins N Ashes said...

I knew you would choose potatoes...I love them sooo so much :)))

Rog said...

The Lady of Shallot?

It's tough being a one trick pony you know.

Z said...

Glad not to disappoint, Pins N Ashes!

You're a master at your craft, Rog.

I'm going to spend most of the day trying to think of something vaguely pertinent for H. I wish I hadn't started this.

H-oo. Am I getting a cold?

Sarah said...

What about...H for what a Hoot Dave is,
(he's a little sensitive about how every one thinks Rog is soooooooo funny and no one laughs at his jokes)

Z said...

Of course, we don't laugh at Dave. We laugh with him...

Dandelion said...

By, with or from, in, at or on.