Sunday, 4 July 2010

the wiggles and mushroom pappardelle

More frugal eating this evening - holiday beckons after all. And what better way to use up some unhappy looking mushrooms in the fridge, than by combining them with garlic, pasta (sadly spaghetti was all we had in the cupboard, if you discount the horrid gluten-free fuselli in the corner), and more of our home-grown parsley? None better ways, that's how many.

mushroom pappardelle
Actually, it makes a change cooking a Nigel Slater dish that isn't laksa. I really must get over my intense dislike of him and make more effort with Kitchen Diaries.

Before we got to this fine creation however, we first had to experience Milo's first ever concert - The Wiggles at Hammersmith Apollo! Rock and Roll!

Here we are before, fortified by a pint at Ye White Hart with Steve, Isla-boo and Claire. Do we look like we know what we're getting into? Frankly no, but at least me and mccarthy have two years of training under our belts, which is more than can be said of the Harcups.

the wiggles
Here we are after, back in the pub, recovering with our Wags the Dog ears, light-up wiggles stick and Captain Feathersword erm, Feather sword:

post pub wigglesIn a word it was utter-genius! I loved it, anas loved and the milo and isla's definitely loved it. Steve and Claire looked stunned, but aircon failure aside it was the best gig I've been to this year.

Milo's favourite bit were probably the appearance of Murry and Jeff in the crowd, and Twinkle Twinkle. Sadly no sign of Kylie this year. What's the point of being a dad eh? At least my dad had Suzi Quatro in Happy Days to pretend to appreciate for her acting...

Right, food. Post Wiggles we had an abortive barbecue which just didn't seem to catch or do anything other than smoke for about 3 hours, before finally getting going just as I was going to bed.

It almost caused a divorce I can tell you, but ana hit upon the perfect solution. Whilst me and milo pushed not-very-burning coals around, she cooked his sausages and corn-on-the-cob in the kitchen. They then got transferred to the barbie to 'cook' for as long as his patience could hold out. Which was about a minute, and he ate the lot.

We had the pasta, but you knew that, didn't you? Didn't you?

mushroom pappardelle - Nigel Slater, Nigel Slater's Kitchen Diaries, p283

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