"I wanna go home - I miss my cook"
Am experiencing withdrawal symptoms as I haven't been near a stove for weeks so the Silver Screen Suppers project has slowed to a halt. I'm back from the land of the long white cloud but currently of no fixed abode so cooking is proving a bit difficult.
I am currently at Paulette's place and she bought me a beautiful vintage pinny for my recent birthday so I am itching to get back to it. Maybe tonight if I can find a veggie recipe quick enough to do...
Life has been chockablock since my return mostly due to DJing at lots of swanky parties, a big birthday bash on Saturday night, rockabilly bowling, a commissioned article on 1920s fashions that I have to write by Sunday and an upcoming radio show about film soundtracks on 78rpm I need to prepare for. No wonder no cooking is being done.
But the reason I am really blogging is today's report in one of the broadsheets here that sales of GOOSE FAT have rocketed. The paper is claiming it is that luscious bit of stuff Nigella Lawson that has provoked this, but how do they know it isn't our blog readers making Gracie Fields' Hotpot?!