In keeping with my tradition of attempting various ethnic dishes using entirely the wrong ingredients, I give you my Mexican-style burrito thing!
Everything always looks so good on TV, so achievable, and yet I always seem to end up with some weird Anglicised version of what I’m attempting to emulate! On this particular occasion, I was inspired by the Instagram posts of Criollo Taqueria – a restaurant overlooking San Miguel Bay, in Baja California. They also featured briefly on Rick Stein’s Road to Mexico TV series. Their food is very Instagrammable, it’s kind of their “thing” really. It’s a style of food they call MexaPop – or Mexican Popular – a modern, high-quality fast food take on traditional Mexican cuisine.
Continue reading “El queso equivocado”
Following on from the foodie theme of my last post (although at the other end of the spectrum), yesterday evening’s culinary escapade was decidedly Scandi. Recently I’ve been reading about the New Nordic Food Manifesto, which is an inspiring and worthy pursuit, to my mind. I’m a bit late to the party actually (as it was outlined back in late 2004), but I’d argue that now is as good a time as any to find out about it, as it seems to be less a proposal now and more a firmly established movement.
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Oh, Daphne. Be still my beating heart.
Ahem! Sorry… bit distracted there.
The pic above is a little misleading, I’ll admit, but you know those sandwiches that Shaggy and Scooby-Doo make? The ones where they open the refrigerator, sling the ingredients across the kitchen like a croupier at Caesars Palace, and everything lands on a plate as a perfectly-formed, multi-layered snack? Yeah, that. Minimum prep, maximum nom. Don’t they always look like the greatest sandwiches you’ve ever seen? My mouth is watering at the very thought!
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I love coffee. I mean, I’m not one of those hard-core bean-junkies who can’t function without their pre-9am quota of umpteen oversize mugs of máximo-strength, but I do love it. I’m a bit fussy about my coffee, mind you. I’m not a coffee snob, or anything like that, I don’t know enough about it, but I certainly know what floats my dinghy, and what scuttles it on the ocean of hot beverages, and sends it gurgling into the murky depths.
This was not always the case, however. I’ve always been a tea drinker; still am – I think it’s probably written deep within my genome or something. Continue reading “The coffee conversion”
After being gently enouraged by certain members of my family, I finally tied my spotted handkerchief to the end of a stick, bundled up my belongings and relocated from Birmingham to Bewdley. Not a great distance by any means, but for peace-of-mind… a world apart, it turns out.
I’m lucky enough now, to find myself living in a riverside appartment, and the contentedness I get from gazing out of my living room window upon the mighty River Severn, rather than the less than charming view of the back of a Tesco Express, which I’d previously been subjected to, cannot be overstated. Continue reading “Breakfast in Bewdley”