Category: Writing about cooking

Disaster!

I had a glass of water with my dinner, and it tasted like Adelaide water.  Actually, it tasted worse than Adelaide water.  I used to rather like drinking Adelaide water (It’s an acquired taste.  One acquires it in order to…

It lives!

What is this strange thing that has invaded my kitchen? It rises.  It bubbles.  It expands so very slowly that at first you don’t realise just how scary it is.  Its taste is very nearly indescribable.  Sour, yes, but that…

New Pet!

My sourdough starter has arrived! It doesn’t have a name yet, largely because all the names I come up with are things like Herbert or George, and really, sourdough starter is the mother of bread so it ought to be…

This is just to say

I have put the sourdough starter that arrived today into the icebox (that is to say, the fridge)   And I would probably (nay, certainly) rather be playing with dough than working.   Forgive me for perpetrating this awful parody…

Ceci n’est pas un blog post…

It’s just a direction to all food lovers to go and check out Not Quite Nigella’s post on making butter from scratch. A little bit easier than in Laura Ingalls Wilder’s day, that’s for sure (did other people spend their…

Adopting a pet

I’m seriously considering starting a sourdough culture.  (Yes, the Corinna Chapman book got me again.)  Actually, it would be more accurate to say, I’m seriously considering *attempting* to start a sourdough culture, since I gather this is easier said than…