Mincepiration
What a lovely name for a cookery book featured in The Times yesterday. The recipes they showed were all gluten-free or could be made so by using gluten-free flour.
I may not buy the book, but I think I’ll try and find a copy and have a browse.
A year ago, I’d have just bought it on Amazon. But their tax antics and the offensive tee-shirts, they have sold recently, have put me off buying from them.
Microwaveable Bread
For lunch today, before I took the train to Ipswich to watch the football, I went into Carluccio’s in Spitalfields and had a cup of tea and Eggs Benedict.
The eggs were delicious, but they would be so much better with some toast.
It struck me at the time, that a food scientist should be able to come up with a bread in a packet, that after a couple of minutes in the microwave was perfectly acceptable to soak up the egg yolk and the Hollandaise sauce.
After all, there are some very good meals you just cook in the microwave. As I often do after the football, I’ve just had a delicious Marks and Spencer’s curry and rice.
Surely a method of making a couple of slices of decent bread must be possible?
Silvertown Sugar Refinery
Dominating the space between the new railway line and the River Thames is the massive Tate and Lyle sugar refinery, although it is now owned by American Sugar Refining.
As the pictures show it also dominates the view from the south bank of the Thames.
Who’d Have Thought It?
This article, entitled “Australia’s new non-drinking puritans” caught my eye on the BBC web site!
Who’d have thought it?
What A Surprise!
This story from the BBC web site doesn’t affect me, as I only drink the odd bottle of what is best described as a properly made gluten-free beer like Celia. Here’s the first couple of paragraphs.
Beer drinkers in the US have filed a $5m (£3.3m) lawsuit accusing Anheuser-Busch of watering down its beer.
The lawsuits, filed in Pennsylvania, California and other states, claim consumers have been cheated out of the alcohol content stated on beer labels.
The suit involves 10 Anheuser-Busch beers including Budweiser and Michelob.
It certainly reminds me of that joke about that terrible beer of the 1960s, Watney’s Red Barrel.
Why is drinking Watney’s Red Barrel, like having sex in a punt? They’re both f**king close to water.
Although, I suspect the joke has been updated several times since.
The Minestone Soup Is Back!
Carluccio’s amazing minestrone soup has returned as a special for this week. It used to be on the menu and I think the last time I had it, was the day Ipswich played at Brighton.
So there are no prizes for guessing, what I will be eating for lunch this week.
There are rumours that it might go back on the main menu. So let’s do a bit of research.
Feel free to vote.
Otters Will Be Otters
This story from the Metro, shows how we should co-operate a bit more, where wildlife are concerned. Here’s the first few paragraphs.
When Brian Dodson set up a carp fishery from scratch he had no idea the business would be quickly ruined – by otters.
The 60-year-old discovered the carnivores had eaten his entire £250,000 stock after a river haven for the animals was built nearby.
He is now seeking £2.5million from the Environment Agency, which he claims failed to tell him about the scheme and prevented him building protective fencing.
Surely there should have been a middle way.
But then as the story says otters are carnivores and will get their food no matter what. There was a story a couple of years ago, where otters were taking koi carp out of a pond in a suburban garden in Birmingham. No-one knew that there were otters in the nearby canal.
I’m reminded of the tale I heard when I shared the driver’s cab in a High Speed Diesel Train from Edinburgh to Inverness.
The owner of an hotel close to the line, built a lake, which he stocked with fish for his guests. But just down the road was Loch Garten, where ospreys have made a home. And as ospreys are wont to do, they found the hotel lake and decided it was a good place for dinner.
The hotel owner cut back on his fishing, but apparently, he now promotes the lake as a place to watch ospreys feed.
Chains Of Indian Restaurants
As a coeliac, one of the safer places to eat is an Indian restaurant. Especially, if they are one that uses gram or chickpea flour, like most good ones do!
But what is surprising, is that we’ve had lots of restaurant chains with an Italian theme, but I’ve never really come across a nationwide chain of traditional Indian restaurants.
Years ago, I ate with C and a couple of friends at a restaurant in Doncaster, which was part of a small chain. I wasn’t sure of the name, but it was something like Aargh.
Yesterday, when thinking about eating in Manchester, I thought how easy it would be, if there was a well-known Indian chain, that could be searched. Using such things as Trip Advisor is always a bit hit-and-miss, but if you’ve eaten in one of the chain and know the standards are acceptable to you, you know you’re probably safe with another. It’s probably one of the reasons, I eat in Carluccio’s so much!
I did find the restaurant and it’s called Aagrah and according to their web site, they have twelve restaurants.
Was My Dinner Last Night What It Said On The Packet?
When I came back from Huddersfield last night, I was a bit peckish.
One of the problems had been that the only gluten-free sandwiches available in the Marks and Spencer in Piccadilly station was cheese and pickle.
Yuck! Only Cheese And Pickle!
I do eat quite a bit of cheese, but I generally only eat ones with the extra mould in them like Rochfort. And for some reason cheese and pickle sandwiches are not of my liking.
I did think about stopping off in Islington at either Carluccio’s or my favourite Indian restaurant, but as it was so cold, I decided to see what I could get in Marks and Spencer’s at the station and then get a bus home immediately. So I bought one of their roast pork dinners for the microwave, as that would mean I’d be able to cook it quickly.
Roast Pork With Cider Sauce
It is a favourite of mine, as I find that the sauce calms my throat well. It’s a bit sticky and I suspect like ginger cake, it absorbs the rhinitis and transfers it to the acids in my stomach.
Can I be sure I was eating pork, without a full DNA test?
It certainly tasted like pork and the meat was light and in slices, so the only other thing it could have been was perhaps a very plump bird.
So I doubt that it was anything but pork and I certainly don’t think it was horse.
But reading the ingredients, were the Apples Bramleys, the Cabbage Savoy or the Oil Rapeseed?
Surprisingly the mashed potato, which I’ll admit was nice contains double cream. The other surprising ingredient was the lemon juice in the roast pork.
It certainly didn’t contain any of the dreaded gluten.
Mother Knows Best
Yesterday, Slummy Mummy in The Times had two interesting thoughts courtesy of her mother.
The first was an absolute gem.
Since it’s people in towns who like badgers, we should exchange them for urban foxes.
Now that’s an idea! But it might get rid of the last few urban hedgehogs. The second was a sensible aside on the subject of horsemeat.
You’ll be glad to know that everything is shop-bought,” she says, opening the fridge door with a flourish. It is full of Findus lasagnes.
“They were on offer. I got them before they were withdrawn
I bet she’s not the only one who took advantage.
The Anonymous Widower 