As much as grand dinners and extravagant dishes are nice, and a fantastic treat, sometimes there just ain’t nothing better than the simple pleasures. Peanut butter fingers, bread covered with a thick spread of butter, a cheeky slice of cheese cut straight from the fridge, the perfect cup of milky sweet builders’ tea. These little gratifications are the things that perk up the humdrum of daily life.
Category Archives: Prosciutto
OK. A girl can’t live on salad alone. Sometimes you really just need a little bit of meat. On precisely day 3 of the salad diet, my desire for meat took over. I needed meat and I needed it now. now. NOW. However, the rational side of my brain paused for a second before emptying the contents of my freezer on a frying pan. Perhaps there was a way of combining meat with a salad, thereby meeting myself somewhere in the middle. The result was the chorizo and prosciutto salad. Now, no one is pretending that this salad is super healthy, but it is super tasty (because it’s got meat in it, yay!).
Sometimes when you have friends round for dinner you want to do something a little bit different. You don’t want, for example, to be stuck in the kitchen whilst everyone else is having a good time together in the living room. Or you don’t want everyone to sit stiffly around the table as you grandly roll out course after course. Maybe you want to get everyone involved a bit more. So why not hold a pizza party?
There are few things in life more satisfying than baking your own bread. The process of making the dough is full of violent kneading and pounding, allowing one a thinly veiled cover for expelling the weeks frustrations on a Saturday morning (because when else do you have time to bake bread?). Whilst the bread is baking the oven, the smell eminating is so delicious that the entire neighboured salivates at the prospect and admires your domesticity. Then finally, once the bread is completed you really feel very proud of yourself and utterly convinced of your own self-sufficiency. You are a domestic goddess. You have baked your own bread! What can be more wonderful.