A few days ago I sat down and wrote out a rather lengthy ‘comeback’ blog post for you all to read. I intended to post it explaining why I hadn’t been blogging recently, what I had learnt during my break and what I was planning on posting in the future months. I felt like I had to explain my absence to you all, but then just as I was about to hit publish it suddenly occurred to me that the world probably didn’t care about why I hadn’t been blogging. I mean to be honest, the world probably didn’t even really notice. So I thought to myself, what would people like to read about instead of my life story… and there was only one answer. Chorizo.
It scares me how quickly time passes. I vividly remember being sat at my laptop around about a year ago writing up my blog post for my Roasted Pumpkin Pasta recipe. The reason I remember this particular post so well, other than it being one of my favourite recipes, is because I remember speaking about my undying love for Autumn. Unlike most others who hate this transition from the long, warm Summer evenings into rainy, cold Autumn nights… I love it!
Soup, in my opinion, is ridiculously underrated. One of my all time favourite dishes is actually my Nan’s Boxing Day turkey soup. I could quite happily eat this every single day of my life, and if I didn’t need to buy an entire turkey each time to make it then I probably would. Such a simple recipe but packed with more flavour that you could ever imagine just makes my Nan’s soup the absolute best. See, that’s the thing with soups, they’re actually really easy to make but for some reason not many people seem to make their own any more. Instead it seems that people would rather the convenience of a tasteless and overly salted canned soup over a healthy, hearty home made version. This type of convenience is one I will never understand.
The smell of fresh bread is, in my opinion, well up there with some of the best smells in the world. Along with freshly cut grass, newly washed linen and summertime BBQ’s, home cooked bread really is one of the most comforting smells. I’ve always found it fascinating how a single smell can somehow transport us back to a certain memory from our lives. For me, the scent of freshly baked bread reminds me of occasional trips to the local bakery after school with my Mum. Although fresh bread was never mine or my sister’s choice of treat, the smell will always remind me of these times.
Calamari is a fairly new thing for me. For years the thought of eating squid totally freaked me out. The tentacles, it’s slimy looking texture and the whole squid ink thing that it has going on. Everything about it just seemed wrong to me. I guess growing up in a family who weren’t big on seafood may have started this irrational fear I had of eating strange looking sea creatures. I mean I remember one occasion when my Nan accidental cooked squid rings instead of onion rings. Luckily the mistake was spotted before anyone even had a chance to try one, and straight away the plate was whipped off the table and never to be seen again!