Believe it or not, we are now well and truly into spring, and with that comes several new and updated restaurant menus. I was lucky enough to get invited, along with a guest, to try out Prezzo’s new spring menu a few weeks ago, and I have to say, we were pretty impressed.
You only have to look at a handful of recipes from my blog to know that I am heavily influenced by Italian food. For me, nothing quite beats a bowl of steaming hot pasta tossed with a simple, yet amazingly tasty homemade sauce. Throw on a bit of parmesan and serve with some warm toasted ciabatta with a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil… I honestly can’t think of much better than that.
After a long (slightly too long perhaps) blogging break, I am finally back with some brand new recipes! I think it’s important sometimes to give yourself a bit of “you” time. Time to relax, time to catch up with friends and family, time to begin some new hobbies and make some exciting changes to your life, and although I absolutely love talking and writing about food, a couple of months off was exactly what I needed. Not only has it given me time to unwind and come back with a fresh, new outlook, but it has also given me tons of time to create and research lots of brand new and pretty tasty recipes for you guys to try! I thought I’d begin with one of my favourites from the past couple of months.
The other day I was asked a very difficult question. If I had to survive on just three foods for the rest of my life what ones would I choose. As someone who loves pretty much everything this was really quite hard for me. In the end, after much thinking I decided on my three… sausages, butternut squash and pasta. Since answering this question I have changed my mind several times, halloumi, bacon, chocolate, proscuitto, avocado, bread… the list just goes on and on. There is only one food that has remained on the list and is definitely not going anywhere, and that is PASTA!
Pesto wasn’t something that was ever found in my fridge whilst growing up. I’m not sure why this was really. Perhaps my parents didn’t like it, or maybe they just never thought of buying it whilst out doing the weekly food shop. Whatever the reason was, it meant that until the age of about 13 I had never tried pesto.