Good morning world and thanks for tuning in to my correct post time. Hopefully this post will see me back on track and starting to get things back to normal where you rise in the morning and find my latest tome awaiting you for consumption along with your coffee… or tea for that matter 😉
This morning I would like to talk about the fact that I tried two new things for the first time EVER in my life, and thus prove that you are never too old to learn or never too old to have a new culinary experience.
For the past two evenings a dear friend of mine has come to my house and cooked because over the past couple of weeks I have been helping her to keep a modicum of sanity with a house renovation whilst feeding her of an evening because she has no kitchen of her own in which to create her much loved healthy food. To say that she has become somewhat of a disavowed Impossible Mission agent would probably be close to the truth as she works each day to get her life back and everything in order so that she might finally settle in her new home and start her new life. Until such times she has had to rely on staying in the safe house (also known as my apartment) where she has been coming and going under cover of night, looking over her shoulder and getting regular status updates on her electronic devices. All very cloak and dagger…..
Well, anyway, enough of that fantasy nonsense. The crux of the story is that my pal has been coming to me each night for dinner whilst she puts in the final pieces of the puzzle she calls home. To that end I have always cooked because I like to look after her, but because I was so tired last night and Tuesday night, she took control of the menu and the preparation and thus introduced me to two new food stuffs. Foodstuffs that I would NEVER have considered at any time in a previous life.
On Tuesday evening it was Sprouting Broccoli. Before that day I had never put Broccoli to my lips before in my life, but cooked al dente and with some cracked black pepper on it, WOW! I absolutely loved it. It was amazing. I honestly thought I could never eat such a thing and honestly thought I never would eat such a thing not at least without the gag reflex kicking in and me turning the clock back nearly 50 years to when we were made sit at the table and eat cold veggies, by mean spirited child minders.
Last night was equally as novel a thing to pass my lips as the night before and came in the form of a Spaghetti Squash.
Spaghetti Squash? I had never heard of it before let alone tasted it before! But it came served with some onions, garlic and mushrooms along with a sprinkle of parmesan cheese and I was hooked!
It was lovely!
What amazed me most of all was the fact that after years of never really going near the vegetable aisle in Waitrose, I am quite often seen punting around looking at the Celery, Beans and now it looks like Squash and Broccoli will become part of that browsing list. How is that my taste buds have changed so dramatically? Is it age or is it the operation? I always remember my Mother telling me how my Father used to eat vegetables but always drowned them in HP Sauce. I was amazed at this but was told it was throw back to the days when he was at sea and the cooking left a good deal to be desired. Now I wonder if he used the sauce to disguise the flavour as he almost forced himself into liking the vegetables as his taste buds adapted or changed.
I now wonder if I am now going through this self same change and will finally be able to look at broadening my culinary horizons in the form of fresh vegetables. I should certainly hope that to be the case because for years I was a fussy eater. Never any veggies as most people know it. Occasionally coaxed into some green beans but very little more. For me, Sunday lunch was always usually just meat and potatoes with some processed peas taken under duress. But maybe now I can start to become friends with the foodstuffs that for years I treated as my enemy… Maybe now I can add a whole new set of culinary skills to my cooking Arsenal.
And all because a friend was dispossessed.
I know it’s probably not great for her to still be awaiting a “moving in” date, but it certainly has made a big difference to my life by having her cook.
They say that people come in to your life for a reason and I honestly do hope she is in mine for more than Spaghetti Squash, but if not, what a legacy to leave behind…. 😉
Stay out of the fridge.