I crave fish like other women crave chocolate. By which I mean at a certain point in the month, my body starts craving fish to an inhumane degree. Like, I’ll stand in the supermarket almost crying because I can’t find any salmon in the fridges.
If I can’t get hold of any fish for some reason, I get so nauseous that I end up throwing up for a couple of days. Evidently there’s something in fish that my body desperately needs. Despite trying all the obvious things, I’ve never managed to work out precisely what it is that my body requires from fish. I’ve just learned to go along with its demands.
In recent months this process has become much easier, thanks to Fishbox. Read more
“Yeah, but veganising a Romani recipe means it’s not really Romani anymore, because the whole point of Gypsy cooking is that you use just the stuff you find around you,” I protested to Caitlin the last time she came to stay.
She gave me that long-suffering look that means ‘You’re an idiot sometimes, but I love you anyway’, and pointed out that pretty much all recipes aren’t exactly the way they started out. And also that I wouldn’t be foraging these things from the hedges in any case, so it didn’t really make sense to put restrictions on what I could use.
I used to run a food blog called “Oh No I’ve Run Out Of…” because I’m always running out of ingredients and having to substitute other things instead. I have my own Rules of Kitchen Substitution, which I might detail in a future post.
But for now, this post is about the day I wanted to have scrambled tofu on toast for breakfast, but the supermarket wouldn’t open for another couple of hours (I know, I know, I get up too early) and I didn’t have any yeast.
So, it’s a kind of soda bread, I guess. Or something. Anyway, it turned out well so I thought I’d share it.