The last week or so has been one hell of a bumpy ride. We are finally in our new house (I cant call it home yet) and beginning to start getting organised. We have moved into a smaller house which we get the privilege of paying more money for! Gotta love renting hey? In an attempt to soothe my somewhat fractured soul (we didnt want to move but the landlord sold the house unexpectedly) Ive been playing in the kitchen. Ive gone from a fabulous range cooker to a crappy little built in oven and hob and so you’ll excuse me whilst I indulge in a little pity party!
Anyhoo… at the weekend we took a trip to Leeds as the teens were doing their grade 6 Rockschool exams, so we visited the Chinese supermarket to stock up on a few bits and pieces. They had some exotic (to us country bumpkins) ingredients which I found rather exciting and the rest of the family found worrying! So far I’ve made a not to be repeated desert with some taro root; served up, perfectly fine if unexciting taste wise, boiled purple sweet potato; and…. most thrilling of all…. made purple flour!
This has made me very happy! It is such a lovely, vibrant purple and I can’t wait to create a cake with it! I really hope it holds its colour through the baking process – assuming I can get to grips with the new oven that is.
Here in Northern England it’s the summer solstice. It’s a bit cooler than it was when we moved in and we’ve had some rain, which the birds, in the trees at the bottom of the ski slope like garden, seem to have enjoyed.
Hope that the turning of the year brings you everything you’re hoping for.