I loves me some Jamie Oliver.
One appreciates the culinary applications and general happiness that exude from the books of Jamie Oliver.
Last weekend I made a proper English Breakfast: eggs, bacon, sausage, tomatoes, toast, and baked beans. I couldn’t find any black pudding at the grocery store, so perhaps I should omit the proper in the English Breakfast. Anyway, it was delicious.
I followed the recipe in Jamie’s book, piling the eggs, cooked bacon and sausage, and tomatoes in my largest AllClad pan.
The kids and the Husband loved it, so I’ll be sure to make it again. …on a day when we’ve got lots to do and need lots of heavy, protein-filled calories.
This time of year makes me want to be in the kitchen. My cookbooks get quite a work-out as the days get shorter and cooler; the warm scent of baking bread, or simmering cinnamon, or braising meat seems to be magnified by chilly afternoons.
I was going to blog about my favorite cook book, but I can’t pick. My cookbooks are like old, comfortable teachers, each offering unique voices and experiences. Julia, Anthony, Amanda, Thomas, Michel, Ina, Mario, Irma…
I loves me some Fall.
One enjoys the additional time afforded by the seasonal tilting of the Earth resulting in Autumn.