Boasting is not really my forte (who am I kidding? It totally is) but this chicken pie is delicious enough to make grown men weep. It reaches new levels of deliciousness and is difficult to describe in any known human language, so mere English words like ‘divine’, ‘so flavour’, ‘much tasty’, will have to do. I make it for The Boyfriend when he’s had a bad day and it brings a little sunshine to his world – and it will to yours too! It’s based on a recipe I found on the internet one time and has since been adapted to my own creative cooking genius.
In lieu of an interesting and exciting story about my life (such as my ill-fated attempt at adult ballet this weekend – oh man did I feel like a potato amongst the carrots) I am going to fill your mouths, minds and tummies with my delicious banana bread recipe, inspired by a few recipes but essentially a baking delicacy of my own creation. It’s an almost perfect combination of flavours and textures and is a very soft, not at all a stodgy, banana bread.
And to throw in a little thought – isn’t it nice to know you can make something incredible from something vrot?
I’m not sure if any of you noticed (though a small, egotistical, easily-wounded part of me hopes that you have) that I haven’t been blogging a lot recently. Well, I thought I’d fill you in on what’s been keeping me busy instead.
And since it’s tough to blog in interpretive dance, I shall do it in pictures instead.
– I got my DREAM JOB! I was hired as a Features Writer for Marie Freaking Claire; my favourite magazine filled with in-depth features focusing on women. The last three-and-a-bit years have been a slow and hard, ever-persistent, climb to now:
Babies, babies, babies. It’s all moms and pregnant women talk about.
“I was up all night with my baby”, “I’m pregnant with a baby” and “My baby did the funniest thing the other day…” My goodness. People don’t talk about puppies nearly as much as people with babies talk about babies.
Cat people, though… well… they’re a whole other breed.
Then Adele got pregnant.
“I think that women just have a primeval instinct to make soup, which they will try to foist on anybody who looks like a likely candidate.” ~ Dylan Moran
I have become a prodigious cooker of onion soup this winter.
To be honest, it’s because I planned to make a pot for a dinner party once and ended up buying roughly a gazillion more onions that I needed. This is because I grocery shop like my mother: with plans to feed a small country instead of a few guests. It’s a bad habit, but luckily onions last forever and so I’ve been able to get quite a few batches out of that one mishandled shopping excursion.
The recipe follows after the jump.
Today was a pretty hectic day. I got lost about four times (I’m in Joburg for work and I hate this place for purely geographical reasons – I don’t know <LITERALLY> my left from my right here) and ended up in Hillbrow somehow (I may or may not have cried on the phone with my brother when I tried to visit him at Med Campus).
Aside from that, I also worked like a dog and now I feel a bit like one.
Then I happened upon this stunning video and realised that the little things, the every day things, the small things can be just as incredible as the big ones.