By the time I get home, having had a mildly successful day at work interspersed with a team snowball fight on Brook Green (I think I won), I'm ready to cook up a storm and in doing so, empty the fridge of the mountain of veg currently hiding in there. Saint Hugh's Ratatouille it is!
Strangely I do manage to balls it up slightly, I chopped the onion far too thickly to the extent ana's post-meal plate just had a pile of onions in the middle. It looked a bit like fish scales. Despite that slightly oversight, the evening ends very pleasantly as we retire to bed to watch the whole of Nurse Jackie on iPlayer. It was a bit like going on a date, only snug in bed with a cup of tea.
Food of the Milos
Having made several snowmen on the way to Julia's he's starving. Toast and Phili, and rice cakes for breakfast, plus another rice cake on the school run. A delicious mid-morning helping of snow, steak, mash and corn on the cob for lunch, followed by two yoghurts! Incredibly he still has room for fish fingers, mash, cherry tomatoes and pomegranate when he gets home.
sources
ratatouille - Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, River Cottage Cookbook, p105
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