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Nov. 12th, 2005 04:24 pmI'm in that state where I keep thinking about livejournal posts I'd like to make, but never quite get around to typing them up. In many cases, this is a mercy.
I think that there are people on my friends list who do a lot of cooking, or who are starting to do a lot of cooking. I'm a pretty good cook myself, although I don't write about it all that much. I consider myself a recipe cook, although now that I think about it the last time I cracked a cookbook was two weeks ago, when I brought back mussels from the farmers market and needed some inspiration -- and even then I didn't follow the recipe. The sad truth is that I only follow recipes when I bake, and that, as a friend of mine would say, is because baking is science.
The mussels were an impulse purchase; I usually allocate a certain amount of money at the market for impulse purchases. Today's was rabbit (farmed, not wild -- I used to get wild rabbit now and then when I lived in Oxford. Also wild duck.). I thought that I'd go over the mechanism which took me from "Hey, the lamb man still has some rabbit!" to the stew which is even as I type bubbling away on the stove. Presumably, you could do this with chicken as well as rabbit.
( rabbit stew with leeks and herbs )
At least now I'll be able to see what I did, next time I get to the lamb man and think, "hey, rabbit!"
I think that there are people on my friends list who do a lot of cooking, or who are starting to do a lot of cooking. I'm a pretty good cook myself, although I don't write about it all that much. I consider myself a recipe cook, although now that I think about it the last time I cracked a cookbook was two weeks ago, when I brought back mussels from the farmers market and needed some inspiration -- and even then I didn't follow the recipe. The sad truth is that I only follow recipes when I bake, and that, as a friend of mine would say, is because baking is science.
The mussels were an impulse purchase; I usually allocate a certain amount of money at the market for impulse purchases. Today's was rabbit (farmed, not wild -- I used to get wild rabbit now and then when I lived in Oxford. Also wild duck.). I thought that I'd go over the mechanism which took me from "Hey, the lamb man still has some rabbit!" to the stew which is even as I type bubbling away on the stove. Presumably, you could do this with chicken as well as rabbit.
( rabbit stew with leeks and herbs )
At least now I'll be able to see what I did, next time I get to the lamb man and think, "hey, rabbit!"
