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Eating with the enemy

NS January 26th, 2011

After swearing many years ago that I would never, EVER allow this vile substance to pass my lips, I have somehow come to end up blimmin’ loving it in the past couple weeks.

I live in fear that my American passport will be revoked upon producing photographic evidence of culinary treason but my cheese sandwiches, thankful for the reprieve from mayo, have promised to raise the necessary funds to finally secure British citizenship for me, thus making my transition complete and official.

Bacon be gone

NS January 18th, 2011

Walking home from school with Noble Girl the other day, she suddenly turned to me and asked, “Mummy, what are sausages made of?”

“Well,” I replied, “they are mostly made up of bits of animals and some other stuff too.”

“Animals? But how do animals get into sausages when they are so big and sausages are so small?

(hesitating slightly) “Well, the people who make the sausages have to chop up the meat to make it small enough to fit in.”

“They chop up the ANIMALS?! How do they do THAT?”

“They kill the animals and then chop them up once they’re dead.”

“Chop them UP?! That’s horrible! I don’t want them to kill the animals.”

“Well, that’s why some people don’t eat meat and are called vegetarians. [Insert names of people she knows] are vegetarians, you know.”

“Mummy, I don’t want the sausage people to kill the animals and chop them up into little pieces. What animals do they kill?”

“The main animals that are eaten in our culture are pigs, cows, lambs, chickens, ducks, other birds and fish.”

“But I love cows and ducks and fish!”

“I know sweetie. It’s sad, isn’t it?”

“Mummy, I’m not going to eat the animals any more. I want to be a vegeberian.”


“Yeah, that.”

“Okay, no problem at all. So no more chicken, fish or sausages. Got it. You can just eat more vegetables, fruit, pasta and cheese, stuff like that. Sound good?”

“Yep! But Mummy?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“You’re not going to keep eating the killed, chopped up animals too, are you?”

(sighing but smiling) “No, I guess not.”

So…anyone got some good vegetarian recipes?

Ssh! Don’t tell my husband

NS September 16th, 2010

After making dinner four nights in a row (a rarity in this house, where Noble Husband prepares 90 per cent of our meals), I seem to have caught the cooking bug. This afternoon I rather joyfully carved up the leftover roast chicken (which was excellent as Tuesday night’s dinner, I must say) and then saved the carcass so I can make stock tomorrow. After that I baked corn bread. I also found myself looking at recipes that I remember drooling over on some of my favourite blogs and excitedly looking forward to trying my hand at a couple this weekend.

I doubt I’ll become Martha/Delia/Nigella/Julia any time soon, but the thought of producing gorgeous, tasty food from fresh ingredients and recipes that I find myself, not rely on NH for, is becoming more and more appealing. I’d like to start making more vegetarian fare and if I’m in control of the kitchen, that’s just what will happen. I’m sure NH is cringing at the thought but he’ll get over it soon enough, especially when what I put in front of him is delicious, healthy¬†and ethical.

Hang on to your hats, family! Mama might just buy an apron this weekend. Now to find out where we keep the saucepans and cookery-type implements…

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