Anna N

That is where I am questioning myself. Shall I pursue my plan to make a smoky corn soup or should I go back to bed and pull the covers over my head.

Morning. I deliberately dropped the "good". Not all experiments lead to scientific breakthroughs. Sometimes they lead to a breakfast that belongs in the Gallery of Regrettable Foods. Ever since @suzilightning mentioned rarebit up thread I have been anxious to have some. It has been many years since I made it so I googled for a recipe. That was probably my very first mistake. I then went with a bunch of different cheeses. Probably my second mistake. When I couldn't find the dry mustard I opted to use curry powder... need I go on? However, with blindfold securely in place, pride tucked away, and hunger pangs demanding attention, I dove in. I have had worse. Not a lot worse but worse. I managed most of one slice.

Strangely plastic wrap is only an issue for me up here on Manitoulin. We buy the supermarket stuff here but at home I have a massive box of something or other that seems reasonable. But I also find I use it rarely. I have an adequate supply of fridge containers at home. Here, if we buy them, they quickly disappear as others use the townhouse. Hence things get stored in bowls and I reach for the (lousy) plastic wrap.

Well the Ted Allen book is only $1.99 Canadian so it's hard to resist. Never heard of the guy but what the heck. And I'm not even a prime member.

So it would appear from recent messages that Kerry could be quite late coming home this afternoon. I don't usually eat lunch these days if I've had a good breakfast but it seemed like a good idea to have a little something something to tide me over until dinner time. So I fumbled through the cheese drawer and unearthed this: I opted to eat it "au naturel" since I did not want to fill up too much on crackers and fruit and all those other things (which I don't have anyway). It's a very interesting cheese but be damned if I could detect either ginger or citrus. I admit to not having a particularly subtle pallet so perhaps Kerry will detect them when she tries it. Still a perfectly good cheese. Don't even ask for tasting notes.

Perhaps a tomato plant with the same properties would be welcome?

So today I spent most of my time on housekeeping. You know how it is. Whichever end of the spectrum from neatfreak to slob is your comfort zone, at some point the scale tips. That is when you need to give up all the fun things for a time to pay attention to those things that make the world go around. Things like clean clothes, clean dishes, clean counters and so on and so forth. I am satisfied that I can live with what remains. Damn I am plastic wrap challenged. No matter which plastic wrap we buy it seems useless. Won't even cling to itself. Just saying as I finished wrestling with a piece and losing. I need an elastic band to keep the damn plastic wrap on the bowl. What is the point? OK my rant is over. Had a few ideas about dinner tonight. Ultimately decided to use the cherry tomato sauce and some shrimp over pasta. So the shrimp are peeled and I massaged them, as one does, if one pays any attention whatever to Madhur Jaffrey. I looked at the tomato sauce and decided it was pretty skimpy for two people so I speed roasted some cocktail tomatoes with some garlic, olive oil, salt, sugar etc. and tried to get a bit of char on them for some additional flavour elements. I tasted them and found the skins to be quite tough so I sent them for a spin in the Thermomix. I think they will be just fine. Now I feel I have earned the right to do what I've been wanting to do all day long -- stick my head into The Beekman 1802 Heirloom Vegetable Cookbook. Edited to remove the underline that made it look like a live link to the book.

I grew up on the rectangles not the rounded corner fancy stuff. And I recall it being somewhat coarser than what is available in Canada. It's interesting that the original Weetabix company had close ties with South Africa. Here.

I don't know. Not like any shredded wheat I've run into. Hubby loved that shredded wheat but wouldn't go near Weetabix.

I doubt very much that there is an American equivalent. And I can't think of anything that comes close in taste or texture. Perhaps someone more perceptive than I will jump in and make some suggestions.

There was a time when I was quite fond of Weetabix. Perhaps in another life?

It was cool and cloudy when I first woke up but I'm seeing some blue skies and signs of the sun attempting to break through. I have to admit that Espanola fell well short of providing any sort of retail therapy yesterday. But Kerry has suggested we might head off to Sudbury again on Sunday. She is in Wiki again today so I'll be alone until four or five this evening. I am starting to spend far too much time with Siri ( male voice, English accent). When I asked him to set a timer he said, "Ten minutes and counting. I do love a good count down!" Life is just too short to deal with a boring timers. I should like to be able to tell you that breakfast came to me in a dream. In reality I was wide-awake and wondering how to incorporate that lovely roasted cherry tomato sauce into my first meal of the day. Pan toasted bread, scrambled egg, Max Burt's bacon and the cherry tomato sauce. It sure beats Weetabix.

54.5°C x ~ 2 hours. Yes, that is half if the full rack. We have the other half to look forward to. I know it is local lamb. Click.

Not a new torch. A new igniter.

It was egged. Yes one of us got three ribs one of us got two. But the one who got two got one very thick rib. We were happy. This was the lamb from Cumbrae's and it was very tender.

Honestly I am absolutely no wiser than you are on this one.

I mentioned in my original post that it should read Kitchens of India. Try that.

Me too.

Hell. That would take all the sport out of it!

It is all so very staged. The fact that they totally dissed chicken… Just saying.

Read through this and all will be revealed.

Good morning. Incredible as it may seem the sun is out and it's a gorgeous morning. Almost couldn't figure out what that light was coming through the window. Kerry is at the hospital finishing up and if our luck holds we will be doing a couple of errands in Little Current and then heading off to Espanola for some much needed retail therapy. Don't know if there will be breakfast out or not so for the moment I will wait patiently to see.

You didn't leave one ready for me.

The butter test with picahna is interesting. I'm quite surprised at the conclusions reached.

No drink for Kerry tonight as she is on call but I decided a drink was in order for me. This is an "aged" Brothers Perryman and it is surely hitting the spot. No dinner tonight as we seem both to have been grazing on and off all day. Kerry took the rest of the lamb casserole with her to reheat when she gets a chance. I finished the last of the top blade steak by inelegantly eating it with my fingers. I was quite sure you would not appreciate a photograph of that.