In an attempt to be uber-organised this coming Christmas (with a toddler and a what will be 3 month old) – that should be an achievable goal, right?
So I have thought of some frugal, alternative craft gifts for friends and family:
- Rosemary salt
- Rosemary and Parmesan biscuits
- Lavender pouches
- Tomato and oregano sauce
The idea being that most of the ingredients are from my very own collection and cuttings that my daughter helps cultivate (well digs with her spade and pours dirt all over the pathway)- but practically the same!
Here we go…
Although I’m happy to see the end of the rain for now (the weeds think it was just divine), it has meant a significant bloom in my garden which I’m wishfully hoping will encourage my veggies to leap into action.
And thankfully my herbs have heeded to that plea and headed skywards.
I’m sure I’ve waffled on before but I am passionate about my desire for an extension in some way, of the kitchen into the garden, creating a continuous unbroken road of food from earth to table and table leftovers to replanting in the ground.
From something that can start as mere seeds from last years crop, to snippets of existing plants (and delighting in my neighbour’s wayward rosemary hedgerow), the kitchen garden can be whatever and however big and grand or tiny and surprising as you wish to make it.
So I’m thinking of some delectable, desirable dishes to use up the flurry of oregano, rosemary, coriander, parsley and basil playing home to my garden for this year.
The build of a couple of greenhouses means I can start growing more food (veggies) before transferring to my allotment… watch this space.
With my very own allotment down the road underway, my desire for fresh ingredients and home cooking generates more passionate speed then I know what to do with.
So in the mean time, my pots of mint and coriander will suffice…
I think smell is one of the essential kitchen ingredients. It is so personal, so specific, so definite, it makes or breaks our taste buds.
It is defined by seasons, mood and whether you’re in the moment.
It can be the herbs you delicately shred into a meal, the sweet baked cake calling you from the oven, to the overnight marinade bursting with flavour set to come alive in your mouth.
What defines a perfect smell in your humble kitchen?
In my culinary opinion, the concept of fusion is very underused in the modern kitchen – fusion entails a combination of ingredients that perhaps might be frowned upon as ‘not fitting conventional recipe’ notions. But surely this is something to embrace?
It is also a wonderful way of using leftover ingredients to ensure food waste is kept to an uttermost minimal.
A salad combination, although unseasonal as the winter draws nearer and when we actually prefer a bit of warmth, does however, provide a great side dish.
What you need is a decent handful of rocket (adds warmth and peppery spice), some peeled orange sections (for that citrus and sweetness burst), pomegranate seeds (if not for anything other than their sweet, bejewelled tones) and some small torn chunks of Greek feta cheese (for that essential creaminess to help balance the other textures and tastes).
The ingredients are nothing new and I certainly haven’t reinvented the wheel. But this is a side dish that is just asking to be plonked kindly alongside a main dish of Mediterranean lamb or homemade rustic pizza (as was my own choice this morning). It makes me wish summer was around the corner!
Have you created your own salad from leftovers? Would love if you could share your experience.
Happy eating x
I have an idealistic view of the culinary world that thankfully I can spend all I want (and all day in my head) where I visit romantic European outdoor markets and country stalls in my dreams.
The idea of fresh fruit, veggies, bread and pastries, wandering the many stalls crammed with cheeses and colourful fresh flowers.
I have luckily been to an actual few over the years – Rome being among my favourite; dried herbs patted around the outdoor tents, strands of egg pasta, plastic crates packed to the high with glossy vegetables.
The fresh look of produce, the passion and drive of stall holders in their many and the array of choice is a novelty I don’t feel I have locally to me.
If only Rome could come to Luton!
Share with us what your market dream would be and I will gladly keep the dream alive…