If you haven’t worked it out already I’m a bit of a baker at heart. I love bread and cakes, biscuits and tarts, and in the last few weeks I have been on a baking spree – which I should probably stop fairly soon in aid of trying to eat a bit healthier. Whilst I said before it’s not about deprivation, it’s also not about pre-mature cardiac arrest!
However I thought I would share a few baking/flour based cooking treats from the last few weeks.
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During the last few months I have come to appreciate the different types of food and cooking experiences that come with this sort of project. From long luxuriating cooking to chuck in the pan and on to the plate style.
So I thought I would share one patient food and one culinary quickie with you and as a little extra I have thrown in a quick eulogy about how amazing farmers markets are.
On Friday lunchtime this week, I sat down with my friends and watched them chow down on a veritable feast of falafel. Both of them had fluffy white pitta breads stuffed with salads, hummus, chilli and falafel. Meanwhile I nibbled away at a pot of Edamame beans and a banana.
The gulf in the appetite whetting nature of our lunches was mostly down to my bad organisation, but it spurred two important thoughts. One: when can I eat falafel and pitta, I want it now! and two: I need more interesting lunches.
Throughout this entire week, everywhere I have gone I have smelt or seen bread. At home – bread. At work – bread. Even on the train – bread. I felt just like the woman I saw today staring longingly through the window of a nearby Pie Mash & Eel shop, her nose pressed firmly against the glass and with a substantial amount of drool dripping from her lips… only with bread.
