This is not my recipe! It is for Nigella’s Inferno eggs, from her most recent ‘Nigelissima’ cookbook. I don’t like it over toast, because in whatever magical Nigella world her bread must not go soggy. Mine does, its not nice, and I like chickpeas a whole lot so I use them instead.
On Nigella: love her or hate her, her recipes are flawless. I have never had one fail (and believe me, I’ve made many, many recipes out of every one of her books – I have a library shelf devoted to her sweet sweet writings). I love her – I’ve been watching her since she was in her original BBC series and my mum paid extra for cable with her show on it. Sitting down and watching her Christmas special is a very precious memory for me, and I have loved the way she cooked before I was actually allowed to play with fire and sharp things myself.
Also, girl has had a lotta heartbreak in her life. The fact that she is a smiling, happy person, and works hard means I respect her a whole lot. I mean, look at this – she knows people parody her and still is OK with it! How gorgeous. She is just gorgeous.
SO! Onto my interpretation of her genius. I had some spare avocado and feta, and thought this would be a good start to my day. Deeelish. Read the rest of this entry »
Today, I was not feeling fabulous. I had to do a presentation for my psych course, and I had the quavery voice of a pubescent boy. I also didn’t have enough time to finish, so even though I had images of Issey Miyake’s dresses at the Met as an example of creativity in collectivist cultures, I was not able to pay homage to one of my favourite designers in a completely unrelated context. Blergh.
So I made mimosas! Really simple. Cheap champagne, (‘A full-bodied wine with lovely flavours of peach on the palate and a crisp and refreshing finish.’ BULLSHIT, YOU WERE 2/$10) Mango/pineapple juice (in the US there is a brand called Looza that
I am particularly sexually attracted to gets my juices flowing, but in Oz I just use the cardboard carton stuff) and tangerine segments (and juice, if you can be bothered). I love tangerines, but I recently found out that some of my friends are freakishly opposed to them, which I didn’t think was even possible.
I chopped the segments up all nicelike, but frankly, you could get away with just chucking them in. Its only good because you make sure you remove the pips. The ratio is all down to taste. Today was an err-on-the-side-of-Champagne kindof a day, but usually its a bit better with more fruit.
All around, a good end to a crazy day. Here’s to looking up your address!
With love, from Charlotte
Well, a friend’s blog.
But a funny one, nonetheless. She is perfect, and too hilarious. This is the pie that she’s referring to – and you can check her out here:
I love Pizza more than I love some (many) people. I know its carbo-loaded grease, but by God I wouldn’t have it any other way. Any pizza is good pizza.
I first fell in love with the stuff back in elementary school in the US, where one day a month, if I was super good, I was allowed to buy lunch on pizza day. It was magical. It still is. Today my diet consisted of a long black, pain au chocolat, a burrito the size of my calf and this mother, pictured above. Good food, good pizza – and every so often, eating like there’s an impending disaster comparable to a zombie apocalypse about to hit Oz.
Sometimes, when I’m eating pizza, all I can think of is how much I am looking forward to that next slice.
My current obsession is Debacle Pizza (sorry if you aren’t from Canberra) where they have the Dumbledore of Pizzas, the Hill. Coated in delicious parmesan, olives, basil and pepperoni on a thick doughy crust, I would be lying if I said my love was purely platonic. They also have other winning combinations (Zucca – halloumi, pine nuts, pumpkin and basil; and Bombay Chicken complete with curried chicken, tzatziki, and papadums as a garnish), and give you a side of anchovies if you ask nicely. Each monday is 2-4-1 pizza, which is directly in line with this blog. Sweet, sweet, bliss. It makes me want to sing gospel.
With love, from Charlotte.
I JUST FUCKING LOVE FOOD! I relish (pun alert!) cooking, eating and sitting down to a beautiful meal. I also am not a picky eater, and will genuinely eat anything besides the most disgusting of condiments, mayonnaise.
I am pro-healthy eating, trying not to eat lots of lard and having more dark leaf veggies and fresh produce. I use olive oil instead of butter when I can, and besides cheese am a fairly ‘healthy’ eater. I also am anti-dieting, because your diet is what you put in your gullet, and not anything to do with self-hatred that people want you to think you should feel.
I eat, a lot, and I love to eat.
With love, from Charlotte
this is the best thing I know how to make. I don’t know why I combined these things or why i thought they would go together, but this is a go-to meal that just always hits the spot. Its something about the tumeric and yogurt – tangy! – but can be made with a buncha different ingredients. In summer, I put cucumber and mint on top. Its also good as just a marinade for the vegetarians for tofo or a firm fish (or just broccoli! I fucking love broccoli) Read the rest of this entry »