Month: July 2015

Portobello Mushroom Burgers

Something’s telling me I should give up on this whole ‘post a day’ malarkey. Not only have I succumbed to the lurgy, but my website host has deleted my ToTheTable blog (it might have something to do with forgetting to pay them…). But I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED. I’ll post this belated entry here while I work at getting my old site restored: As I spent most of yesterday blowing my nose I had to employ somebody else to cook for me, but dinner was so delicious I have to share it. A grilled portobello mushroom – dripping in garlic butter and stuffed into a cream cheese slathered roll – is a revelation. As is using crushed crisps as breadcrumbs. And not only that, but yesterday I also learned that trying to learn salsa – turns and all – with lingering labyrinthitis is a bad idea. And so it was that I came to eat a portobello burger while curled up on the sofa, contemplating both my terrible immune system and the joy of a grilled mushroom. Portobello Mushroom Burgers Simply Read More

Dal and butternut squash soup

Today marks day one of a scheduled week of kitchen diary posts. But I am ill – an aching, sniffing, moaning mess – and I don’t feel like eating much. The aim of these short blog posts was to record my suppers for a week – however unflashy. But as I stared into a fridge offering nothing but peppers and a stick of butter, I lost hope. I’ve spent the weekend in Cheshire, eating homemade pie and enjoying northern hospitality, so not only am I ill but I’m feeling particularly nutrient deficient. Thank god for vegetable-packed freezers. With some frozen squash, spinach, peppers and an onion I was able to make dinner. I know I have an abundance of squash and lentil recipes, but keep the former in the freezer and the latter in the cupboard and you’ll never be without a soup. I couldn’t muster the energy to blend this and I think it’s the better for it. It’s sunshine soup for a rainy day (and an invalid). Dal and butternut squash soup one small onion two red/yellow peppers One butternut Read More

Banana Bread

It was in a cold greengrocers that Jane Grigson first taught me about fruit. Every Saturday morning I would take her book down from a shelf and learn about the the history of the quince or how best to cook medlars. Jane helped me fall in love with ingredients. She also made working in an unheated greengrocers slightly more bearable for a fifteen-year-old with a hot water bottle permanently shoved up her jumper. As I read more and more in my breaks between serving customers, I came to look forward to new seasons in the fruit and vegetable calendar. September was my favourite month, when customers would bring in baskets of apples for us to sell. It was the Discovery first -a small, sweet apple with a deep crimson flush, and then the Worcester. By the end of the month we had dozens of varieties, piled high next to punnets of foraged blackberries and trays of patty pan squash. I always took the over-ripe fruit home with me. With Jane Grigson’s guidance I made apricot Read More