The whole point of today’s post is to implore all owners of a pressure cooker to use it to make risotto. I know it isn’t traditional but risotto cooked in a pressure cooker is both good and quick. I have a pressure cooker and the only thing I have ever cooked in it is risotto. That maybe a slight exaggeration but, most certainly, the only thing in the last one hundred years. Continue reading
We are eating broccoli, snow peas, asparagus and avocados at the moment and lots of them. The other day, Maus even said that she was sick of avocados. Now that is a problem. We have two trees laden with the buggers. It is near the end of the season, though. Soon she will be spared. It will be tomatoes with this and cucumbers with that.
The broccoli situation, as I predicted, is serious. As with everything you grow, it came all at once. In one week, I picked seven broccoli heads. Luckily, I saw enough people to find homes for them all.
Veilchenblau was introduced in 1909 with claims that here, at last, was the blue rose. Alas, it is not blue: rather, the flowers open purple and pass through shades of lilac and mauve and then to pale lilac grey – but, in that last stage, it is as close to blue as any rose gets. I am assured you can, sometimes, see the odd old flower that could be described as blue without bending the truth too far. I am yet to see it.
What about me? It isn’t fair
I’ve had enough, now I want my share
Can’t you see, I want to live
But you just take more than you give
Garry Frost and Frances Swan
On the night President-elect Trump was elected, I wrote a post about the David Austin rose, Sharifa Asma. It took all my strength not to comment on the outcome of the election because, along with many, many people, I was devastated. But, I reasoned, this blog is about food and gardens. A safe haven from political comment.
I was going through my emails the other day, deleting like mad. In this household, we get five of every email, we have two computers, an iPad, and two iPhones. That is a lot of deleting. To make matters worse, when we arrive at either Bridgetown or Perth, the in-box is chockers after not being open for up to two weeks. On the night of arrival, I delete like crazy and, again, on the night before departure. Sometimes, I get carried away and delete an important email or one I had saved to read – que sera, sera.
We also have more avocados and asparagus than we can eat. And soon it will be broccoli with this and broccoli with that.