I’m writing a book – it’s not about food, or cats.
Yesterday was going to be a day of epic writing. I had it all planned out…. and then I woke up.
Cue much faffing about, and really doing very little indeed.
So I decided to focus my faffing into preparing a huge meal of brain-powering deliciousness.
Steamed baby spinach leaves, with roasted chestnut mushrooms in smoked salt.
Za’atar coated fried potato.
“Baked” black beans in a tomato sauce flavoured with smoked paprika.
Toasted sourdough “soaker” bread. (Again, courtesy of my wife.) A “soaker”, apparently, is a bread baked with grains that have been soaked in water to prevent them leeching the moisture out of the dough. This one has millet and linseed in it. (I’m starting to get a little arthritis in my hands, and linseeds are a great source of omega-3).
Needless to say – after I demolished this all I wanted to do was sleep. I did get a little writing done, but not much.