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| The view out my front door this morning |
After tarrying God knows where for nearly three weeks, November has finally roared into town with winds gusting to over 60 km/h, temperatures below the freezing point, and snow flurries.
Well it's about time, say I.
Time to get out the stew pot and the baking pans,
the warm spices and aromatic herbs,
the butter and eggs.
Wake up the kitchen machine!
Bring on the heavy duty carbohydrates!
Nothing like cooking up a storm in the kitchen when winds of November come roaring. No moaning from me on that score. BUT when the cooking bug strikes, all else on the ToDo list gets elbowed out of the way. The gym today for instance has been chucked aside in favour of cooking up a beet and apple chutney.
And it's a perfect day for a good curry dinner, so there are herbs and spices to roast for my own garam masala. There is nothing quite so intoxicating as the pungent aroma of gently roasting Indian spices; gossamer swirls of exotic fragrance rising above an open skillet.
Not only the gym but unless I'm very careful, even work on my book will get run over by the kitchen machine. Yesterday I was able to cook up a great soup with chunks of pork in a broth of pureed cauliflower and Jerusalem artichokes, seasoned with cumin, coriander, fennel, cardamom and a dash of chipotle, make Pecan Sticky Buns AND get some writing time in.
So there is hope, but only if I get at it right now...
...and hide those sticky buns!
©2016 April Hoeller
That spice shot looks hot. I love roasting whole spices before grinding them and the aroma lingers on. Yummy post. Thanks.
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