A month or so ago Mr Paul Murphy esq (formerly of Flextech, Channel 4 and Kangaroo, and kind enough to drag me around behind him) gave me a big bunch of rhubarb - steady matron! However, I couldn't think of anything to do with it so I gave it to a mutual friend in the office. Predictably enough I immediately found this recipe in the pile of pages culled from 2005 & 2006's Delicious when I got home.
Fast-forward two weeks and this time the rhubarb comes from the same source, but via two other hands in the office to me, but can I find the recipe? Can I buggery. I do find it on their website though, so we're good to go!
Naturally it being the weekend there's an even longer tale preceding dinner, this week involving ana not doing her homework (hmmm, shades of Prifysgol Abertawe and the Institute of Education), meaning the men of the house spend the day at the Natural History Museum seeing the dinosaurs and the Butterfly Explorers tent, which was well aces. Here is the new David Attenborough developing compound insect eyes:
And here's a butterfly view of him:
Anyway, back to the lamb. It took two hours to cook so it literally fell apart on the spoon, the gravy was super-flavoured and the rhubarb was the perfect accompaniment, it's tartness cutting through the richness of the lamb. We eat it in the garden.
Deffo deffo deffo having it again if only because we've half a bag of rhubarb left.
Food of the Milos
As we're going out, it's mainly a picnic day for the boy. Mummy makes him an almost-perfect boiled egg for breakfast, before we head out with a bag full of dried fruit-based snacks. On the way home we manage to squeeze in a babyccino and a biscuit in Barnes, before a hearty dinner of left-over squash risotto from yesterday, supplemented by the latest fad, carrot sticks and houmous.
UPDATES BTW, I'm still catching up from the wedding so there are random episodes from our lives appearing below. Monday 24th pour example, or the following Tuesday. Fill your boots!
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