Doing the dishes

photos © j.lowe 2009
The above image pretty much sums up my life right now.  My kitchen is far from being functional and “far from” means I have no sink, no oven, no counter tops.   This makes cooking impossible unless you count the weber grill as an alternative, which it is, but seeing as Michigan has only just granted us some warm weather, albeit thunder stormy, standing in the freezing cold building a fire is not so much fun.

I’ve been eating lots of bread and cheese.  Good bread and cheese mind you.  Living life like the French perhaps; a crusty fresh loaf, some soft cheese, a tomato, perhaps some olives and mais oui, a hearty bottle of wine.  This of course can be translated to breakfast, sans vino, and as I just returned from London with my favourite cookies (biscuits in my language) my early morning repast has been thus:

mmm, Digestive biscuits, sweet but not too sweet, crunchy, good texture and just like home.  This blog  has a very informative entry on the history and a recipe for them.

Easter Fare

I am in London on a brief visit to spend a few days with my mother who has just come out of hospital following neck surgery. She has a rather impressive line of staples in the back of her neck that would put Frankenstein to shame.

Today, Easter Sunday, we were treated to a cooked roast lunch, plated and delivered to our door by our lovely neighbour, Christine. Roast Lamb with mint sauce, roast potatoes, steamed carrots and runner beans, all gorgeously moistened by rich gravy. A dish of poached home grown rhubarb, gooseberry and blackberry, sweetened with sugar and accompanied with custard followed. We sat, the two of us, in Mummy’s crisp white bed, surrounded with the Sunday papers and the phone constantly a ringing.

What yum and how relaxing.

However, shame on me for not carrying my camera wherever I go. In my desire to travel light, so too is this posting, sadly imageless. So I leave it to your imaginations. Good old English grub in bed on a dreary day with much love and comfort.

Happy Easter.