Radish fetish….

Catching up on myself here…been a silly busy week, so much so that i have barely been able to lift glass to lips before I have nodded off some nights. So…before tonight’s proper post – i.e. what I have just eaten..here is a look back at food I have prepared since my last post – though to be honest Monday and Tuesday slipped into the vortex of knackerdness so nothing was cooked – I think I had a takeaway on Monday night ..and last night I just nibbled as I got in so late. But I do remember Sunday and I do remember getting intimate with a delightful bowl of radishes. They simply glimmered and shone as I put them in a dish with a silky balsamic cream glaze and simply picked at them accompanied by an over friendly white wine. I then roasted an organic chicken stuffed with butter and greek basil and garlic. I served this with baby pak choi steamed lightly, very very lightly…and tomatoes pan fried in garlic and rosemary. I poured over a little of the jus too… and if the meal had been a woman and I was single I would have asked it to marry me, it was that fine.

Then, just because it was one of those days, I pan fried some cheeky plums in butter and muscovado sugar and for the last two minutes I drizzled over more than a fair share of damson liqueur.

It was this side of ambrosia…..a very delightful meal…..am just listening to Lady Gaga in the background and she is singing that heart-stoppingly beautiful song, Edge of Glory…sort of described how I felt during that meal.