Showing posts with label muffins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label muffins. Show all posts

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Ottolenghi's back in the house.

Having frozen a huge batch of the crumble months ago, these little puppies were a cinch to make. Blueberry Crumble muffins. Looked great. Tasted even better.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Twitch.

My eye twitch climaxed last week. (I just watched Black Swan and have lesbian sex and self mutilation on my brain). I'd thought it was a work-related stress thing, but given it went berserk on my day off, perusing flower shops on the north side, I suspect it's more serious than i thought. Don thinks I should get a dose of botox, but dad says i might be stuck with a droopy eye for the wedding (Dad also says we could just Photoshop all photos of me). He suggested acupuncture as an alternative. Quite frankly, neither option is particularly appealing. I thought cooking like a crazy Ottolenghi mo-fo would at least distract me for a bit.

Carrot, apple and pecan muffins (p.212)
 
Fennel and feta with pomegranate seeds and sumac (p.17)
 
Radish and broad bean salad (p.16)
Courgette-wrapped lam kebabs (p.108)

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Chubby canary = banana

Costco is not only good for bulk purchase, it is also ideal for people watching, regurgitating and inspiration.
Take the jaundiced canary below. Against Don's better judgement, I took a quick snap of the subject (no flash required due to her sunny getup) so i could properly consider what the hell was going through her mind when she left her/the home that morning. Perhaps she had a fruit salad party to kick on to after? My bet was on her hiding out with the 5kg butter logs in the next aisle and surfacing after hours to have her way with the caramel popcorn and pecans (and very possibly the blue cheese as well). Maybe she just wanted to test her new seamless bra and panty set - no ROI there.



Whatever the reason, she inspired me to bake banana choc-chip muffins and for that, her unsavory fashion sense can be momentarily excused. I can't find a soft version of the recipe so i'll type it up when i get a moment. To die for.