Some days we are …
Enjoying glorious raspberries that I could eat every day through summer.
Roasting vegetables for oven roast ratatouille with the last of the oil from the labneh.
Eating fresh plums. There’ll be time and plums enough for baked plums, compotes, crumbles and cakes so for now, we’re just picking, eating and counting the stones.
Tumbling tomatoes into salads, using them for sandwiches and eating them straight from the greenhouse, still warm from the sun.
But other days …
… I despair. I’m happy to spend an afternoon in a haze of flour and icing sugar making cakes or baking bread. Create a wobbly jelly? No problem, just pass me the gelatine. They’re things I choose to do.
Some days, the sheer mind numbing tedium of having to make meals gets too much, especially when supper become no more than a fuel stop scheduled around work, sports and social lives. It’s not so much the cooking as deciding what to eat. Sometimes I brightly ask what they fancy for supper and they make ridiculous suggestions; obviously I should get them to look in the fridge first.
I’m off to read the other “In My Kitchen” posts to find some inspiration for tonight’s supper; you can find a list at Fig Jam & Lime Cordial, where Celia heads up IMK HQ. Why not join us?