So cauliflower season has come and gone. Which is a fair pity because it was only the other day that I came across this set of photos from a time long past.
It was Winter then, with a capital W. Way back when cauliflower’s squeaky, crumbly, albino, brain-like florets were in such plentiful supply that our local fruit-and-vegetable-ery sold it by the pre-deconstructed punnet.
MORE GREEN THINGS!
It’s bordering on ridiculous, I know, that a girl who spends as much time as I do eating cake for breakfast would post not one, but two entirely vegetable based recipes on her blog in a row. But here it is and tell you what, I’m not even the slightest bit sorry for it.
Any why this sudden unrepentant urge to eat photosynthesised, cellulose based foods (ie: green vegetables) over those high in simple carbohydrates (ie: sugary treats)? Well it’s certainly not due to my sudden, somewhat inexplicable, urge to be fit (!) and exercise (!!) and even run places for no reason other than to get myself a medal. Not entirely anyway.
Tell you what, internet, I’ve missed you.
Oh I know, you’re probably thinking I say that to all the new-ish technology that’s about these days (and you probably have every right to) but you know what, I did. Truly. More than I ever expected.
It certainly wasn’t intentional. I mean, nobody starts a blog with the intention of leaving it untended and utterly neglected for the better part of a season (where did Winter go?) but then I had this string of absolute kitchen failures. Things got burnt. Ingredients were left out or too much was thrown in. For a while, everything tasted like soy. And whilst family and friends were not all that fussed either way, I was.
Holy corn chips with guacamole where did the time go?
One second I was sitting in the blissful silence of an otherwise unoccupied beach looking out at the water rippling out towards the breakers and the next… well, I was here and wondering how time has managed to fly right past me and this poor, neglected blog of mine.
Mother’s Day mornings at our place are often panicked.
Rushed.
Full of feathers and craft glue and helping other peoples’ children celebrate their mothers. There is simply no time for pancakes or cups of tea when the whole household needs to be in the city and ready to roll by 9:00am.
Well, there could be, but mum has long expressed her preference for getting an additional half hour’s sleep.
…continue reading spicy lemon quail & stuffed mini capsicums
