I admit it; I have been cooking and not posting.
The winter blues got me bad this year. My amazing job has been very hard work, and in our house the kitchen decided the hallway was having all the fun. Cue dripping, then leaking, then a full-on gush of water pouring through the ceiling.
The ceiling caved in, covering everything in plaster and water. Good point: the leak was from a water and a gas pipe rubbing together, and it was the gas pipe that leaked. Bad point: no light, no ceiling. Kitchen covered in plaster. Landlord throwing a genuinely impressive tantrum at the idea of reducing our rent.
A month later and we are still cooking without a proper light – ever tried chopping onions lit only by a string of fairy lights? The kitchen is dark, gloomy and deeply uninspiring.
Today, however, I woke up with the house to myself. I wandered downstairs, browsed some blogs for breakfast ideas ( Orangette, I am feeling the breakfast love), and decided I was going to have to make something up.
Cue fat sweet-dough rolls with an egg, and sugar, and melted butter, wrapped round lovely vegetarian sausages and brushed with a butter sugar crisp.
I baked them for about 30 minutes, and they’re amazing – light, fluffy, crisp and only lightly sweet. I ate two despite them being huge. I don’t want to jinx it, but I might be back.