For the first time, this Brit celebrated Thanksgiving last week. Well, I’m not sure celebrate is accurate. Thanksgiving dinner was had. Followed by much merriment. It was more just about the food. Isn’t that what Thanksgiving is all about?
Since as long as I can remember, I’ve really enjoyed having people over and cooking for them. Back in England I tried to do it as much as possible with my friends there. I’m proud to say I had an annual barbecue tradition where totally obscene amounts of food was cooked and consumed. And now I’m lucky enough to have a guy who enjoys doing this as much as me.
I enjoy cooking. Sometimes. I wouldn’t call myself one of the most accomplished cooks ever, but I do know my way around a spice cupboard well to put together some of what my mum taught me. I can put flavours together pretty well. I can cook a meal for a group of friends or family without stressing too much.
Will quite happily admit I am not on the same level as cooking as the OH. He is a GREAT cook. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Vegetables, pulses, lentils, meats. Such a good cook.
So it’s a little bit daunting when I cook for him. On the rare occasions that I do. He just enjoys it so much and he’s so good at it, I let him have at it! (I’m not going to deprive myself of the food he makes.)
BUT there’s one thing that I make that is apparently the best thing I have ever made. And that makes me a little bit proud. This is something I’ve been making for years. Not one of my own recipes, but a mum-inspired one. (They’re the best, right?)
Doing the usual grocery shopping last week, the OH told me to buy some vegetable I’ve never cooked before. Now the thing is, Tesco’s never got a massive variety of vegetables. Combine that with the fact that I’ve cooked with a fair few different things, my hopes on finding something new (That wasn’t a turnip, because what am I going to do with that) weren’t high.
Well, I found something. Vaguely new. Well, properly new. Cavalo nero! Definitely haven’t cooked that before.
The question of what to make with cavalo nero came up and wasn’t answered until Sunday. Another suggestion from the OH – minestrone soup. I hold my hands up – it’s not something I really wanted to make. My experience of minestrone soup is a weird mix of pasta, tomato-y soup something and random vegetables. Not good. But I was convinced it came be something awesome.
And it was…
It’s the evening of August’s summer bank holiday. I’ve had my three-day weekend. Back to work tomorrow to a four-day working week. Summer is nearly over. Usually that’d make me a little bit sad. Summer’s my favourite season. I’m enjoying all the long, hot days. Warm evenings and nights. It’s brilliant. But. The end of August means the beginning of September which means it is mere days until I head to Bahrain. WOO!
So what’s happened in the past week?
What do you do with left over pesto, that’s not quite enough for another lot of pasta? Pesto crusted salmon of course. 15 minutes in the oven and dinner is done. That’s the kind of meal I like to make.