The eagle-eyed amoungst you will notice that rather than drumsticks, these are actually thighs… lest we forget that my lover has a perculiar aversion to eating meat off the bone, so here we are with thighs! There’s quite a bizarre reason for making this. Every time I make Nigella’s teriyaki I can never find the recipe, so I call over to my lover to ask what page it is and he always says ’46’. It’s not on page 46, African drumsticks are, so I thought I’d give it a try.
Wham! And the dinners cooked! It’s been a while since I stir-fried anything, despite getting my wok out all the time. We went off to a wedding at the weekend, and needed to have one last healthy meal so I could button my jacket! And no carbs so I was bound to loose 9 stone over night. The pictures are a bit blurry this time, I was a tiny bit drunk when I got round to cooking…
Like the swallows returning and the leaves turning brown there are events in my kitchen that Mark the changing turning of the seasons… The first stew, first quiche, and the first salad. This week I made the first salad of the year. In London spring has sprung.
My lover told me to make something special for Easter. I wanted to make rabbit in honour of the Easter bunny, but that was banned. The kill joy.