TODAY'S RECIPE: Asparagus Pancakes
I can hear the circling helicopters in the distance, dogs yapping and people calling my name, but I can't stop. I just have to keep checking yet another bush for another spear of asparagus. Just one more. Then another one and another one. The search and rescue people asked me to tell them approximately where I would be looking tomorrow so that they could find me more easily, but I won't be fooled. They just want to get to MY asparagus before I do...
I discovered Wild Asparagus last year thanks to our mates Anja and Micha (you can meet them in the post...) and now I'm hooked. I had no idea such a beast existed and now I can't bear to be without it. I found other types of wild asparagus on the net, but not this type. It grows in between really prickly bushes and blood stained arms are the pride of every spear picker.
(Todays recipe: Green beans and coconut milk)
We met a delightful Dutch couple and she has a really interesting name. It's spelt Trees but pronounced Trace. Ron and Trees spend many months of the year traveling around Europe and Morocco in their camping car. We spent a couple of weeks traveling together and had an absolute blast, laughing and joking together. A lot of the jokes are a bit naughty so I shall spare you the details – sorry!
I scrolled through the lists of jokes our mate Edouard sends me, and managed to find one (story rather than joke...) that isn't offensive – more difficult than you might think! This is a story which is perfectly logical to all males:
A wife asks her husband, "Could you please go shopping for me and buy one carton of milk, and if they have eggs, get 6."
A short time later the husband comes back with 6 cartons of milk.
The wife asks him, "Why did you buy 6 cartons of milk?"
He replied, "They had eggs."
(If you're female, I'm sure you're going back to read it again! Males will get it the first time.)
Laura’s luscious lamb also came with some other delightful dishes and these too I must share with you. The Dauphinoise Potatoes were fantastic – I often try to cut down on the fat content of said dish, but alas, it is never quite as good as the original. I have decided to make the real McCoy but then have less and I have been successful in one point and it’s unfortunately not the latter.
I haven't posted a recipe, or um, anything really for a while, so I have finally kicked myself into action and written down this super Vegetarian Recipe. We had the lovely Heloise staying with us for a week (a French student who is learning English) and she is mostly vegetarian, so I came up with this deelicious lasagne. Now don't you go turning up your nose, this is REALLY good. Even people who wouldn't normally eat this type of thing thought it was great so pull yourself together!
If you don't have a zucchini plant (or 4 or 5) then you neither have the joy nor the desperation of those of us who do. A friend once sent me an email boldly titled:
How to use up your excess zucchini/courgettes/summer squash.
It was about a woman circling a supermarket parking lot very slowly in her car, who, as soon as she spotted an open window, would pull up, jump out and dump her zucchinis into the car before tearing off.
I clearly remember the first time my Granny said she was having black pudding for supper. I asked her what it was and she said it was made from blood. Well, I just about threw up and seriously questioned her mental health for a long time. What does pudding have to do with blood, I still ask, but even Wikipedia didn't go into the origin of the name. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_pudding . Do you perhaps know why it's called a pudding?