I have been attempting to crawl from beneath the covers for over an hour now, and it's not looking likely that it'll happen anytime soon.
I'll be bold and say what everyone currently in Blighty knows is true, summer has left the building, like a lover in the night. What happened? Sunshine caressing our skin one minute and cold and damp the next ...
Thank goodness for Turkish lentil soup, I say! It's utter comfort food and so nourishing. I read that in parts of Turkey, people eat it for breakfast in the winter months.
There's a place across the street from a station in North London that serves a delicious soup, but it's overpriced. Not that this has ever stopped me, so off I trotted (in the rain) yesterday afternoon to buy some to take away.
To my horror, I was told only tomato remained, and with that, I marched to the supermarket and bought some red lentils to make my own (for a fraction of the cost, unsurprisingly.)
I consulted a few recipes and settled on a lil amalgamation of them all. See below:
Serves 6 (or one greedy me 3 times)
8 ounces of red lentils
5 cups of vegetable stock
3 tablespoons tomato paste
1 large onion , diced
1 large carrot , diced
1 medium potato, diced
3 cloves garlic , finely chopped
2 teaspoon ground cumin
sea salt , to taste
Table spoon of double cream
-In a large pot, combine all ingredients apart from the cream, bringing to a boil over high heat.
-Lower heat and leave to simmer, until lentils and vegetables are tender (approx 20 minutes).
-Remove the pot from the heat and add to blender along with cream before blending until soup is fairly smooth.
I know. Ridiculously easy.
I would definitely add more lentils next time, but other then that I thought the texture was pretty lovely and the colour ... dreamy.
I instruct you to eat this bowl of soup in bed, wearing socks and watching Location, Location or YouTube vlogs.
I like to be smug and make my own when I'm feeling particularly virtuous (see below), but am also perfectly happy with a nice shop bought one.
The Higgidy range of quiches make for a rather nice addition to your picnic spread. I bought the spinach, feta and roasted red pepper yesterday, as well as the smoked bacon and mature cheddar- keeping it classic. Both were tasty, tasty, tasty.
Today, aside from dosing up on Lemsip and eating my way through bowls of orange quarters, I've been watching The Lunchbox.
I've been meaning to watch this film for a while and when a friend recently posted a glowing review on Facebook I got on to iTunes and downloaded, immediately.
The story of Ila, an unfulfilled and ignored housewife who begins a written correspondence with Saajan, an equally unhappy and lonely older man who accidentally receives the lovingly packed lunches Ila had meant for her neglectful husband. Quickly the pair begin to share their pasts and offer each other new perspectives and little rays of light.
Honestly, I fell in love pretty quickly. It's a very beautiful, very moving and very charming film. A film about the power of chance, the importance of courage, the cruelty of loss and loneliness and the danger of stifled emotion.
Aside from the storyline, which I thought incredibly lovely, my numbed taste buds and absent sense of smell did not stop me from visually devouring every last morsel of food on the screen, it was all wonderful.
I've longed to visit India for so long and The Lunchbox was another reminder that I must go, soon ...
On Sunday I was introduced to the rather handsome Maltby Street Market by an equally eternally ravenous friend.
So many gorgeous stalls and glorious railway arches selling an array of beautiful things- seaweed spaghetti, custard tarts, chorizo pork pies ...
We were on a mission to find bacon sandwiches but (gladly) ended up getting our gobs around these monstrous salt beef and pastrami toasted rye bread sandwiches, from a place also selling Jewish chicken soup and latkes called Monty's Deli. As you can no doubt imagine, satisfying isn't even the word.
Following the above, a visit to St. John bakery meant that these happened:
Yes, a butterscotch cream filled fresh doughnut. INSANE.
I would wholeheartedly recommend this market, it was the perfect size and had the most lovely variety of grub without the overtly chaotic bustle of tourists ... (Sorry, Borough).