I admit it, I am one for making up recipes and experimenting.
Usually – or perhaps the term “inevitably” would be more appropriate – something goes wrong.
A few days ago our oven started doing weird things. Like the fan kept going when you turned it off. So we went the “turn it off at the fuse box” option.
Yesterday, in all it’s chilliness direct from the Antarctic, I felt a warm lunch was needed.
Home made gourmet mini-pizzas with spinach and home grown tomato. Oh, and lashings of cheese of course.
This actually sounds better that what it is. It makes me feel like I know what I’m doing and that I am someone to be respected and highly regarded in the Cooking Department. Perhaps some gouret Mum Chef, or Master-Preparer Of Family Meals.
Technically, it’s cheese and tomato