We’ve had a day of cooking.
Marilyn came home with a shopping bag full of lemons so I turned some of
them into Lemon Butter. I found a couple
of recipes on the internet so I made a batch of each to compare them. No contest ... one was sweeter than the other
so that will get the flick. I’ve started
to use the microwave more and more when I make jams and so on and it’s
magic. The first batch today only took
three minutes to cook, the second took five.
When I look back on the days of double boilers and constant stirring, I
appreciate advances in technology even more.
Over the past few weeks, we’ve been making various soups to
get us through the winter chills. A $2
pumpkin from a roadside stall will make 2 batches. Sometimes we add potatoes or sweet potatoes
for variety but the basic recipe is always good. I’ve made similar soups with different bases:
broccoli, cauliflower, turnips, carrots, etc.
We sometimes replace the onion with a leek and try different herbs and
spices, and even cheese.
This week, I found a recipe for Cream of Cauliflower soup
with grated parmesan and mustard. It’s a
Neil Perry recipe and I found it on a QANTAS site: someone saying they had it
in First Class on an A380 and wanted to make it at home. It is fantastic. Marilyn brought a recipe for Curried Carrot
soup home from Mudgee and it’s good too, but I’m particularly fond of a Turnip
Soup with Bacon. That’s the one I made today and Marilyn is making Roasted
Pumpkin and Thyme with Gruyere Cheese.
There’s not much to look forward to in a Tasmanian winter
so, if we can find pleasure in a series of hearty soups, that’s all to the
good.
As an aside: every day I realise how the world is moving further
and further away from where I am. I was
sitting in the Pharmacists (we older folk do this more and more often) and
noticed a little box on the bottom shelf with the word Marijuana on it. No, it wasn’t the dreaded weed but a
do-it-yourself detection kit so you can make sure you won’t trigger the police
drug-testing apparatus if you’re pulled over when you’re driving home after a
party. It wasn’t like this in my day!
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