season of soup… today, homemade organic carrot with cheese on toast! traditional but tasty with a twist
a day for getting on with things around the hoouse, so of course, endless delaying tactics…
cooking eccentrically, then dressing up as a sun ra-esque sphinx to do the hoovering
the salad was delish… lettuce and fig and pumpkin seeds, the dressing a concoction of ooh lemon, ginger and turmeric (yesterdays juice), with apple cider vinegar and tahini!
the red gunk likewise from earlier in the week… tofu, aubergine, chickpea, mushroom, pepper with the obvious onion, garlic, chilli, toms
i am just trying to imagine what my grandparents would have made of it, or even my 10 year old self? them were seldom different days… food was bland stodge, colours forlorn forgotten
now, a gallimaufry of flavours… strange difficult days, yes, yet the possibility of such astonishing culinary opulence
onwards chores chores chores
i love the word gallimaufry!