Following in Maids’ complete awe of pattypans, I’ve made some purchases myself. And in the vein of imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I’ve now started preparing pattypans the same way. And holy crap. When Maids decided on roasting and stuffing her squashes I had no idea how soft and melty it would be.
I’ve been dining alone for the past few days. 80P is taking advantage of his school boy summer and left me to work and cook by myself.
Now, I know that cooking for one doesn’t appeal to everyone; I think it’s a fantastic opportunity. Hell, its become a book. It’s freeing and indulgent and sloppy and selfish. And it’s the three year old in all of us. I want this and I want it now. Luckily for my figure, I happen to crave seasonal vegetables.Read More›