Due to a bit of surgical tomfoolery, I've been off the radar for a while. But I'm back and reassured to see that here in blog land almost everything seems to be exactly where I left it.
Well, apart from one of my fave blogs. If you haven't tried out View from the Table, go but be prepared to wipe your feet, or even take your shoes off before entering. It has turned proper fancy whilst I've been away and I think it looks the business. Table, who I have mentioned before and is also known as the Silk Whisperer, has everything you could want from a blog. Food that makes you lick the screen, and booze. Lots of booze. Specially gin. So wash behind your ears, put on a clean vest and head over there pronto. Well, read the rest of this before you go. Stick it through till the end - you won't be sorry, I swear.
Now brace yourselves but there's no cake AGAIN. I wish I could say I was being all rebellious and contrary but no. The surgical jive means I can't bake at the moment. I realise that baking is meant to be all serene but I don't do it like that so I'm giving the Kitchen Aid a wide berth for the next week or so. But man alive, I'm bored. I've been bored for what seems like weeks now, waiting around in hospitals - if I ever have to spend time looking at posters which say things like "Get to know your Pituitary Gland!" again, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Who writes these things? Saatchi and Saatchi must be shaking in their Pradas.
So back on the mend, today, I caught up on my blog reading whilst eating my very fave salad straight out of the bowl with a spoon (I am so common) and decided that I would throw caution to the wind and do a post on the salad. Madness!!
It's not cake but this salad is the dogs. I have a right thing for chickpeas and could eat this every single day, no word of a lie. Give it a go.
Chickpeas - tinned or dried and soaked, I don't care
Good cherry tomatoes
Good oil - extra virgin or the like
Then do this:
Heat the chickpeas till they're warm. Drain and chuck in a large bowl and add some lemon juice and oil. Add finely chopped onion(s) and chilli(s), ground coriander and cumin (I like a lot), tomatoes chopped in half and crumbled up Feta. Then shed loads of chopped mint and coriander and the usual salt and pepper. Put more oil and lemon juice in if you like. Leave it as long as you can at room temperature, then eat with a spoon, straight out of the bowl. Or serve on a proper plate like a grown up with a nice bit of chicken perhaps.
I think the reason I don't usually do recipes is glaringly obvious, don't you?
So please forgive the lack of cake, but boredom means that next week, I may give a quick overview on lawnmower maintenance, or hints and tips on mastering the ukulele. Bear with me. I've not been well, you know.
And the predictable twist? Well, the twist bit was a total lie. But with the news that David Beckham is retiring from football to spend more time with his knickers means a cast-iron excuse to revisit some of his finest moments.