Vegetarianism. Or, Fun to Pet, Better to Chew

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I’m not a vegetarian. I respect vegetarians, and I love many of them, but it’s not my life choice.

I try to get the most local, organic, free-range produce I can afford, but I write a food blog and lost my job; we can’t always splurge. I have lots of vegan/vegetarian/vegetarian-esque friends, and keep to a mostly veg diet (cheap, delicious, fast, can’t get mad cow without the cow) but do eat meat. I hate overcooked meat, which can destroy a beautiful cut of beef or a fillet of fish, and follow Nigella (Goddess and inspiration that she is) that meat cooked well should be ‘nothing a good vet couldn’t put back’. I don’t eat veal because I think it is inhumane and inherintly cruel to animals (although I believe different countries are certifying ‘human veal’? Is that a thing?) and I also never could taste the difference between baby cow and cow. I’m an uncultured cretin, really.

I also joke about vegetarianism –  but I am only trying to make lame jokes. You know who does it better? Jim Gaffigan.

With love, from Charlotte

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Regrowth

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Regrowth

I don’t know why this appeals to me so much, or why it took so long to realise that veggies I buy regrow – but, to me, this was a game changer.

Stick roots in water. That shit regenerates, y’all.

Left to right, english spinach, some yummo dark leaf lettuce, and celery (but it also works with spring onions/shallots and leeks!). Stick on a sunny windowsill and eventually plant when you feel it has regained some of its vibrancy. If you leave it in a cup on your boyfriend’s kitchen windowsill it will get slimy and it will get chucked out by his housemates, so make sure you change the water before it stinks.

Cut, eat, repeat.

With love, from Charlotte

Parmesan Spinach, Broccoli and Olive Pie

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Parmesan Spinach, Broccoli and Olive Pie

This is dedicated to my friend, who I will call ‘Schmalice’. She came up with the blog name, and also prompted me to make this recipe.

The problem with vegetarians are (nothing! I have no problems with vegetarians!) that they often have funny dietary requirements while also wearing leather shoes. Such hypocrisy is not found in my darling Schmal.

She knows that cheese contains rennet lots of the time (booo) and so, when we have a crisis-dinner-sesh I have to make sure that she is well catered for.

Enter, I kid you not, the vegetarian, run of the mill, no need to be refridgerated Shaker Cheese. The disgusting not-in-the-cheese aisle stuff. Doesn’t contain the nasty meatstuff (check the label, but I haven’t found any rennet in my local shops). The ricotta I use is also veg, but you’ll have to check the ingredients because its a gamble with the delicious soft cheeses. This pie also is delicious, and I ate at least 75% of the tray (a measley quarter with Schmalice and a half after she left) and didn’t save any for the working late boyf. Read the rest of this entry »

Not another stereotype! (but probably, just another stereotype)

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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a young twentysomething recently made redundant must be in want of a blog.

Food is just the obvious first choice. I am of the beautiful philosophy ‘live to eat, not eat to live’. I love cooking, creating new recipes (can’t ever spell that word), and now have a whole heap more time. I believe that the most genuine expression of love is heartfelt cooking for someone, that ‘full’ should be excluded from a vocabulary, and that nachos are a competition.

I’m trying a new venture of recording and posting about my foodhaps, in the hope that they spark more fun foodhaps.

With love, from Charlotte