I’m not one for moaning so you wouldn’t be aware that I havn’t been feeling that well for the last couple of weeks. I have struggled manfully on obviously and as a result our office now reverberates to the sound of coughs, sniffles and sneezes and “thanks for this David” so go me. It’s ironic that my ill-health has coincided with a concerted campaign from the powers that be back home to eat healthily in 2015. My Christmas present was a book by a couple of really annoying people called Hemsley and Hemsley and then I was signed up to a blog written by another nut eater called “Deliciously Ella”. Talking of nuts it was my birthday the other day. A bird table. That’s what I got from Sophie. WTF.
I’m a bit fixated by Delicious Ella truth be told. It’s wrong I know. She was the year above Hen at school. And thinking about it, she’s cut from the same cloth as these irritating, just not as gorgeous, Hemsley sisters. Its’s all medjool dates, ground almonds, veggies and quinoa from this lot. Things hit a new low last night though. I had been told we were going to be having spaghetti putanesca for supper. Aside from a couple of anchovy fillets there’s no meat in that, so I hardly skipped through the front door. However, almost as unsatisfactory, what do I find in the kitchen, but a new fangled machine. The Hemsley & Hemsley Spiralizer. Google it. It turns out we weren’t even getting spaghetti. Just a dollop of putanesca sauce on a bed of long straggly and anaemic strands of courgette. For goodness sake.
Behind all of this is the hand of Hen. She who tells me she is probably going to vote for the Green Party in the coming election. As I have told you she lives in London now but she the one who’s been encouraging Sophie of the virtues of meat and gluten-free living. She’s started compiling a recipe book, in her own inimitable way, and sending various of her creations through to us….here, attached, I’ll share one of her recipes with you. We had it last weekend in lieu of a birthday cake. Needless to say I would have preferred a big chocolate one with lots of candles, but this was, though I hesitate to admit it publically, yummy.
We havn’t all gone green. It’s half term and whilst Bob has been required to spend a good deal of it re-writing an essay on Anthony and Cleopatra the local wildlife havn’t got away completely unscathed. When we had finished our so called “spaghetti” last night he cleared away his plate and with an “I’ll be off then” disappeared out the house with a high powered torch and his lurcher, Weasel, in tow. He returned over two hours later, at 10.30pm, a smug glow on his face and three dead rabbits over his shoulder. “At least there’s something decent for supper tomorrow” he said.
Talking about health, how could I have missed this gem from our China internet analyst Chao Wang a couple of weeks ago. Something Freudian was going on when he decided to do some channel checking on Qihoo’s healthcare advertising and chose the subject “chronic constipation”. If not Freudian perhaps he actually has a problem in which case I would recommend H&H’s flourless date flapjacks.
PS. The eagle eye’d amongst you will have noticed the lack of eggs in Hen’s banana cake recipe. This does not augur well for a new listing in Japan. Just a thought and yet another example of the value added you get from DS…..
PPS. I broke one of my New Year resolutions and had fish and chips at my desk today.
PPS. But in my defence I am not in a very good mood having heard that Sophie is stranded on the A12 having filled the Toyota up with petrol. We’ve had it for five years. It’s done 130,000 miles and we’ve always put diesel in
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