I woke to the sound of rain drumming on the tin roof and then shortly after was rudely awoken by Mr T asking if we had any ibuprofen! After getting slightly battered on the rugby field yesterday and then even more battered on beers at the bar, he was in need of some painkillers. The weather was grey, grey, grey outside this morning. As I write this now the sun is attempting to break through but I’m not holding out much hope.
So what do I do when the weather is sad…I cook. And what do I do when Mr T is sad…I cook. Big hearty, lumpy, stodgy bowls of steaming hot scrumptiousness. I whipped up a quick chorizo and tomato omelette just to ease us into the day and accompany our coffees and now I’m off to buy ingredients for supper.
I have decided on a chicken and barley soup with fresh spring veg (not quite spring). My lazy ways mean that I’ll chuck a chook in the oven on some chopped up carrots, onion and celery and a handful of garlic cloves. Roast it to juicy, crispy perfection and then reserve all those yummy juices. Pop the juices in a pot with the roast onion and garlic and some extra chicken stock, I’ll add a handful of barley and simmer til cooked. Meanwhile, I’ll tear the meat off the bones and probably eat all of the skin and half of a leg whilst I’m at it. Then I’ll add some young broccoli, sugar snap peas, baby carrots and the chicken. In just a minute or two the veggies will be just cooked and still fresh and crunchy. If that doesn’t fix Mr T, I don’t know what will.
And more for me than Mr T, I’m going to make a steaming pot of rice pudding using a recipe we tried at college this week. It is wonderful and creamy with just a hint of ground mace to excite the rice. It reminds me of being back at high school; my friend Miss A always had the most exciting packed lunches which entailed little bowls of pasta salad and tiny containers of her mum’s wonderful rice pudding. I would beg her for just a mouthful as we sat outside on the steps next to the hockey pitch and then I realised if I paid her one pound, I’d get the whole pot of rice pudding and she’d merrily go the ice cream van to buy lollies and crisps. She thought that she’d robbed me blind but I would have happily paid two pounds for that little container of pudding. Oh the memories… I better get to the shops before I start salivating on the keyboard!