...baked a cake for 2 of my friends whose birthdays are very close to one another. (The frosting has holes in it because the photo was taken after we took the candles out.)
...made 4 bottles of sloe gin and 3 bottles of blackberry vodka. Yes, I picked the berries myself.
*air guitar*
The gin had only been bottled for 1 day when I took this pic, but look at the gorgeous colour in the big bottle. That's gonna be a good batch.
...baked a couple pumpkins down to prepare the meat for use in such fabulous things as pies, bread, and muffins. Did you know that 95% of all the pumpkins grown in america are used for decoation??? It's a crime! EAT YOUR FUKING PUMPKINS! THEY'RE DELICIOUS!
...made a pot of chicken and fennel stew. The stock I made from the carcass of the chicken I roasted on saturday. I boiled it for 4 hours with bay leaves and an apple. For the stew I added onion, fennel, celery, beans, potato, and fresh thyme, and cooked it for another 3 hours.
You may now wipe the drool off your keyboard.
8 comments:
So are you sending out food parcels, or are you saving them for when you and your companions set out on a quest?
I wish I was more like you...I can hoover up good and my kids look clean but 'pierce film lid several times ' is about my limit...*hangs head in shame*
It isn't drool. Someone pass me a tissue.
i'm almost afraid to ask, but were you moved to tears, or do you find my culinary genius erotic?
Mmm... sloe gin. *drools*
Pumpkin soup or pumpkin pie?
both! and pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, even pumpkin mousse! (i love pumpkin, if you havn't noticed.)
Heh - am at home at this very moment having splendifourous pumpkin soup - ooooo yummy - it's like liquid pumpkin pie, and there's a caldron of it on the stove - so I say, here, here Martha :)
Lovely presentation on all the luvly fruits of domesticity. I feel like there should be 1950s music playing... tell me you wore a poofy dress and an apron with frill on it and I'll know I've entered the twilight zone....
Carry on - so the rest of us can short our computers by drooling on them....
I'm drooling. Sloe gin? One bottle is mine. Mine mine mine. I claim it by dint of you knowing zb, he being my brother (hell for a bottle of sloe gin, I'll admit to that)and therefore the sloe gin is mine by default.
Pumpkin soup? every halloween judegirl used to make us pumpkin soup, cornbread and eggy bread with cinammon. God I miss her. But I miss the soup more.
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