Lockdown eases.
Lockdown eases, so after Ten Weeks of a daily blog I am moving to 3/4 times a week, we shall see how it goes, hopefully we hope it goes well, we shall see. Meanwhile, I’m not changing anything. The lovely Betty can stay at home for the time being, government guidelines too silly for words, Cleaner can come into my house but daughter can pass through but not linger. BUT I have to ( so that cleaner can come) have to open all doors, windows, cupboards before she arrives and then wipe down all surfaces after she has gone. Does that make sense? Not really, and so we will continue as we were, well almost.
Tuesday saw me making a tart. Basically a Rhubarb and Custard tart, Himself loves Rhubarb and loves Custard, ( homemade of course). Growing up and I believe I have said this before I was unaware that custard could be made any other way than by using Birds Custard Powder. My mum cooked well, she baked well, nothing out of the ordinary, but at least we were not the household who could say ” Cold Meat on Monday, Shepherds Pie on Tuesday etc etc” her repertoire was not enormous but she would try to ring the changes. Sunday’s were special as she would spend the whole day baking and we always had a roast lunch.
As it happened I had Rhubarb that needed using and I also had a pack of puff pastry ( can’t remember why I bought that) that needed using.
I lined a quiche dish with already rolled out puff pastry and baked blind, for about 20 mins.
For the filling
- 200 mls milk
- 300 mls double cream
- 3 eggs beaten
- 100 grams caster sugar
- 2 tbsp cornflour
- Mix the corn flour with a little of the milk to make a smooth paste
- Heat the rest of the milk, sugar and cream in the microwave until it is boiling, keep an eye on it otherwise it could boil over.
- Pour over the beaten eggs and whisk together,
- Return to the microwave and heat in one minute bursts and stir/ beat in between each heat, add the cornflour mix. Do this until the mixture is thick, if by any chance it does go a bit lumpy then just whisk hard.


Rhubarb is native to Siberia cold, rain and nitrogen rich soil all found in Yorkshire. Plants are initially grown outside,mathematics replanted in forcing sheds. The stems must be removed from the root and the work is still done by hand, which is a highly labour-intensive process., and is picked/ gathered by candlelight , so that the stems do not turn green, which they would do if exposed to daylight. Yorkshire prides itself on their Rhubarb and the best has beautiful young pink stems.
Apologies, this is a day late in coming to HOT OFF THE PRESS! But here it is !



News has it we can exit our Bunker and socialise albeit at a distance from next week. Am I glad? Hard to tell, I have to admit that online shopping, is the way forward. Someone else can hump the bottles of water/ beer/ wine/ milk up to the 6th floor as well as reams of computer paper, gallons of washing liquid and bleach and disinfectant, so not sure I am rushing out to the stores any time soon!




Following on from the the contents of my kitchen drawers ( and by the way that was only half of them) , what do I absolutely love by way of appliances.




















Here we have three different peelers, one for potatoes, one for finer peeling ( maybe tomatoes, or asparagus ) and one for cutting Julienne strips.Three bean slicers! One belonged to my Mom, so that has to stay, and one strings as well as slice. Considering I rarely cook Runner beans, maybe that is over kill. Two Apple corers, fish tweezers ( for getting rid of any stray bones), the absolute perfect zester and a butter curler ( everyone needs one of these)!
Here are shellfish pickers, a pastry wheel, a larding needle and two induction Hob scrapers.

From the top, kitchen scissors ( must have more than one pair) an excellent knife sharpener( I have tried many and so far this is the best!) and a string box/ cutter
The wooden drawer, I’m very fussy about my bits of wood. I prefer, Olive wood utensils, they have such a nice feel, followed by bamboo and then others. A big old spoon for when I am making Jam and a couple of wooden spatulas, including the wavy one made by #1 daughter about 30 years ago! I recently bought a set of wooden spoons from Robert Dyas, just because my small ones had gone ‘walkabout’ ( probably in the Trash Bin) , they were just horrible, I should have known better, they had just such a horrible feel to them, that they too went the bin.
Not one but two rolling pins! The green handled one, I have had forever and the small one I bought in India, for when I make chapattis , I have never made them ! Here we have an antique ice cream scoop, a mushroom brush ( one should never wash mushrooms) an old pie funnel, a potato fork, to hold whilst peeling boiling hot potatoes, an Avocado thingy ( never used) and a mango stoner. Actually this was very useful when I was in my Eating a Mango daily Phase.
Here is a collection from 3 rd drawer down. A smart carving knife,an old carving fork, my absolute favourite palette knife, don’t you dare put that in the dishwasher, well as my ancient ham knife, useful for slicing cakes in half! Then another ham knife, meat forks,grater, a ladle and a fancy frying basket.At the bottom, an egg slicer ( Never used) Parmesan cheese grater, again rarely used but in beautiful Olive Wood, long handled strainer, a truffle slice ( never used but I love it, beautiful) two thermometers, used for jam making etc, why two? Simply I wanted to make jam and couldn’t find the first one.And the little steel thing, an icing sugar duster device! ( of course !)

And now, an assortment from my Stainless steel drawer.Ladles meat bashed and whisk.
And finally , for today at least, a few of the items that are for the bin. A temperature probe for steaks ( bought in Texas, where steaks are THICK, otherwise, it tests the temperature of the pan in which the steaks are cooking) a citrus peeler, Useless, a smart zester, useless, it makes one hold the lemon the wrong way, a carrot pencil sharpener, Don’t ask ! The green thing a Joseph and Joseph invention, for smushing garlic? And the red thing for rolling the skin off garlic!
Day Six, normally translates as Friday Night Travels. However the instigator of the event has reneged ( again) claiming that with three kids to home school and work commitments, Friday night has become too complicated and so now it will be Saturday Night Travels ( But not Saturday Night Fever, or I suppose it could be).




Many years ago, my eldest daughter ( the willowy Blond) declared “Salads are Boring!” I can see her now, and where we were at the time, actually only seems like yesterday and now her eldest is about the same age as she was at the time!




What a beautiful, beautiful day here in London, and even more beautiful on the golf course. We went and played today, some good, some bad, but just lovely to be out and somewhere not having to avoid people. Naturally we avoided people, but there were none to be avoided, Millionaires Golf.



