I realised that this food blogging culinary adventure might have gone distances that perhaps we hadn’t anticipated when two distinct things happened last week.
Firstly, husband John wandered into the kitchen and tentatively enquired as to whether we might have an ‘old faithful’ for supper that evening, rather than another new foray into recipes unknown. Recognising this as a plea for some normality in a kitchen that was becoming increasingly frenetic, with recipe books strewn over most work surfaces, bags of flour and caster sugar occupying almost permanent fixtures together the food processor, whisks and remnants of previously tried dishes, I acquiesced. Cheat’s spag bol, a stalwart of days old -appearing on our table weekly before blogging – was produced that evening. Connagh, who has got used to the surprise that we call supper, was ecstatic to see this huge bowl of familiarity (not that he doesn’t enjoy all the new dishes, particularly the chocolate-based desserts). He took his bowl to the table and was poised with the freshly grated Parmesan over his supper, when he stopped, “Are you photographing this or can I just eat it?!” I’m still not sure whether to laugh or cry!
Meanwhile, the Mary Berry-inspired honeycomb ice cream definitely hit new heights (and continues to – thank you so much to those lovely people who’ve been sharing) The wee graph on my website spiked skyward, my Facebook foodie page went berserk and even the BBC liked my tweet!
So, mindful that our weekly menus need to be peppered with some ‘old faithfuls’, I continue trawling through cookery books, watching a myriad of cookery shows on television and ripping recipes from magazines. Lovin’ it!!!! (So do they really!)