Chilli Crab Linguine – the one I didn’t really intend to blog.
I should know better than to think that I’ve got my blog plans sorted for the week. And then leave the cooking until dinner on the day that I plan to blog them.
I was going to make you some really good baked eggs, loaded with soft red onion and spicy chorizo, served alongside some baked fries that are meant to be fantastic. What I actually made were some fantastic fries and some rather dubious eggs. I got distracted and left them in the oven just that touch too long so the yolks could have been used as a trampoline by, well, something very small. They are coming though. At some point.
No matter. I could show you a deliciously moist carrot and date (yep, still obsessed with dates) cake. A carrot cake studded with dates, made even moister with the addition of a banana and laced with cinnamon, nutmeg and allspice. Except I can’t. When I downloaded the photos every single one was blurred. Given the rate at which it disappeared I’ll be making it again and so that will appear too. At some point.
What I have got is this. Tonight’s dinner, snapped whilst the bowl was balancing on the arm of the sofa and I was indulging in a spot of Hollyoaks. Yes I’m 32 and should probably have left it alone a long time ago. I’ve been watching it since it started and have no intention of stopping. I don’t care how trashy it is, how bad the acting is or how unbelievable the storylines are, I like it.
It started with a tweet from English Mum
Perfect. And was firmly on the menu despite protests of “I don’t like pasta” from Rich. Then I saw the same thing mentioned over at Laura’s. Clearly it was meant to be.
You don’t really need me to give you a recipe for this. It’s up there. Or pop over to Laura’s for a look at the River Cafe version. Use tinned or fresh crab. Of course fresh would be ideal but it’s not going to happen when I’m stuck in the village and I think the tinned stuff is just fine for everyday.
I took a gamble and didn’t deseed the chilli. It was the right call with the tingle just on the right side of the pleasure/pain divide. Rich had two bowls so I think we can safely add this to the “You say you don’t like it but really you do” list.
So there you go. Nothing new from me, only other people’s really good ideas. And this. How to enjoy a giant Bourbon biscuit from Costa.