The story goes that she would try any recipe once...from the book. After that she Innovated, generally-ish, with mixed results...fabulous or dodgy, nothing in between. As a result she was rather well- known for her cooking as at no point were family or guests certain if a meal would be edible.
A bit of this...slosh of that...go on, that's not enough...try a bit more...oh well...just put in the oven dearest and see how it goes...
Her bread rolls were particularly notorious as she insisted on supplying all travellers with them in their picnics and because none ever returned (bread rolls that is) she remained convinced that her recipe was both popular and invincible.
Until the day her youngest son and friend claimed to have killed a railroad worker on the Belfast line when they tossed their (inedible) bread rolls out the train window on the way back to school...
Not in a million years would I claim to be the character my Great Granny was but my cooking skills travel much the same road. This evening I fancied pancakes, a staple quick snack for me with all the food intolerances as I can make them from various flour types.
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A good shake of gluten free flour...bit more...half tsp salt, wrestle lid off the gluten free baking powder and spill too much in the bowl...Ooops. Maybe we'll go for:
Waffles.
Eggs...damn, no eggs. Dried apricots whizzed with soya milk and water? Bit more water...more soya milk...that looks ok. Tip it into the flour mix with a bit of cane sugar and mix. Pour first...
PanWaff.
Eat. Lovely. How about adding some chopped apple to make:
Fritters.
Batter is too flowy, well the:
PanWafFri.
...did start out as pancakes after all, so better make them smaller, more like:
Drop-scones.
Which makes them:
Apple PanWafFri-Drones I guess.
Spread liberally with soya marg or maple syrup.
Guaranteed knockout...but hopefully not of railway men!
3 comments:
I suppose it is a guaranteed knock out. Kudos for multiple corrections along the way to a simple dinner.
Sounds yummy. Im rubbish in the kitchen, and not brave enough to be good at improvising!
What a lovely way to cook. I remember that my parents once went out to dinner with a lady who had substituted strawberry jam when she ran out of walnuts. Not a success I fear.
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