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.
Brunch without a shadow of doubt has to be one of my most favourite things about the weekend. Actually no, not just the weekend but one of my most favourite things about life in general. If I were to get up at 6am on a Tuesday morning and cook myself a steak for breakfast then I would most definitely be judged. People would think I was crazy, maybe a pig even. Not that I’m overly bothered about peoples opinions on my eating habits, but I guess eating steak at 6am isn’t exactly “normal”. Fast forward to the weekend and add 5 hours on to that clock and eating a steak in the morning becomes perfectly acceptable. Brunch is never a judgemental occasion which is why I absolutely love it.
Apparently we are now in spring. Foodwise this normally means that we begin to head away from proper winter comfort food and start cooking and eating lighter, more seasonal meals. We all have our favourite spring time meals. Ones that we associate with the longer evenings and the blooming of flowers, but as I look outside today I see absolutely no indication of this season change whatsoever. If anything it feels like we are reverting back to autumn. With grey skies, rain and naked trees it just seems wrong for me to start making a spring roast chicken or a pasta primavera. Instead, like the weather, I too have decided to stay in the past by continuing to cook warming comfort food until the weather decides to cooperate.
I have often found that some of my best ever recipes have come from using random leftovers from my cupboards and fridge. A few weeks ago I was in a very lazy mood and with the weather being terrible outside I just couldn’t bring myself to go out. The problem was that I really wanted chilli con carne, but had no mincemeat. In fact, I had no meat defrosted at all. Despite the nearest supermarket being not even 50 yards away, leaving my nice warm flat to get some beef mince was just not an option. Instead, I found myself holding a random butternut squash that I had just happened to find sitting in the back of my fridge.
Anyone who knows me well will know that I have a slight obsession with all things to do with South East Asia. Yes I admit it, I am one of those people who will quite often talk about my travels even when not particularly relevant to the conversation. As a matter of fact, I think it is quite a talent to be able to turn literally any conversation in the world into something Asia related, even if I am the only person who thinks so.