I am obsessed with the idea of Licorice and Mung Bean Soup. I mean I cannot even begin to guess what it tastes or looks like. So I’ve got to try it. And it’s obviously doing GP some good.
This is why the internet was invented. If it wasn’t for the internet I would never know this was possible.
‘Tis the season…to start regretting the previous month of culinary debauchery. The pies. The roasted meats. The big breakfasts. Mimosas at 9am. Chocolate cake at 3 in the morning. Well that’s my experience anyway.
The wife has found Gwyneth Paltrow’s food/lifestyle website (named Goop). It contains a plethora of obscure ingredients and recipes (try ‘Licorice and Mung Bean Soup’). She is writing down a long (and I do mean long) list of requirements; I have a feeling things might be getting healthy this January. It’s detox time suckers.
With this in mind I whipped the rib roast out of the freezer and it is currently thawing out in the fridge. If I’m going down, I’m going down fighting. But that bad boy is for another day.
Meanwhile I’ll settle for Swordfish, with an Oriental twist.
Oh joy. After several years of comments, reminders, suggestions and telekinetic mind control, I got the Christmas present I always wanted. Santa (sorry I mean the Mrs, for those of you cynics who no longer believe a big hairy man with large red balls tries to get down your chimney every year) delivered. A Magimix.
First off, joke of the year:
Why did the baker have smelly hands?