this is where everything seems to come together – even when you don’t know exactly where you’re going with it.
Was thinking of making some kind of tasty pumpkin pasta recipe one winter evening, had to make a pumpkin cream, almost a pumpkin soup and while the rigatoni was cooking RUSHED into the cold winter air to find a fresh piece of ginger.
The lady at the counter shook her head at the way I was dressed – a t-shirt and a crazy hat – you’re going to get seriously ill if you don’t put a coat on. Still, when I showed her the timer in my hand, with 5 minutes to go for the pasta, she reached into a box by the window and pulled out the pinkest, freshest piece of garlic I had ever seen in Russia… Thanks lady with the fingerless gloves!
and then it just happened here’s that inspired recipe I promised
The first question came as we sat down in the kitchen for something to eat.
I’d just moved into the ‘new’ apartment and was still trying to figure out where everything was. Fortunately, there was almost nothing, I had my own cutlery, my own salt and pepper mills, even my own little frying pan. Simple is best when travelling
The stove was a simple two hob affair, but enough for cooking at home, maybe even some light ‘entertaining’, but probably not too many dinners, though.
“you live alone, right?” she asked. I knew where this was going, I’d heard it many times before. “you’ve probably done this hundreds of times, all around the world, haven’t you? You must have so many recipes for single living, Im sure of it…”
That word “singleton” made it sound like you were sad, lonely and sometimes ate cat food after midnight when your cat wasn’t watching. I tried to play it smart and cool: “yeah, I’m alone, but never lonely…”
and she has more questions
Oh yeah that’s old school, those are the best sandwich ideas, can’t argue with that, really…
like when you used to rush home from school, kick off your shoes and throw your bag by the front door run into the living room mum was buttering huge white slabs of bread in front of the coal heater. read more to see what sandwich I’m going to have
we were talking and talking: this time about macarons, she found them so much fun and exciting
or was it macaroons? she put everyone around here in their place about the way to pronounce it, there was only ONE way to say the word and everyone was going to have to say it HER way: macarons
she told me she’d just come back from Paris and how everyone
was eating macarons in pretty colours and daring flavours from those fancy boutiques that are all over the world these days.
Even airports – I mentioned (I’d never really seen the attraction until a few years ago)
she wasn’t paying attention, and told me her favourite was the salted caramel and banana curd inside the luscious, soft chocolate, almond shell
I always like how the Americans say “karmel” – I told her – but I often find thee things to be rather sweet. A good filling can give you that balance – I tried to tell her
She shot me a glance which hinted that I simply couldn’t understand these things and I should stick to eating chocolate… read more to see what I did instead…
She called round early the next morning, carefully placing the box on the table:
“I made you something for the New Year holidays – I know you’re far from friends and family at this time. I thought this might be a nice surprise”
“what… IS… that?
“ well, it’s not exactly a carrot pie, and it’s not exactly a carrot cake… I suppose you could call it a carrot cake pie “
“a carrot cake… PIE?
“YES!!… Do you like it? continue reading and see how I liked it