Madhur Jaffrey’s World Vegetarian book is my bible.
Everything I eat comes from this book. It sits on the kitchen table and I flick through it while I’m having breakfast or lunch and pick things for the week.
It’s a hefty book. You won’t race through it in a hurry. And sorry it’s not a picture book, so if you’re the type that likes to see a photo of the finished meal then this book is not for you.
I prefer not to see a picture because it’s a false representation anyway. I used to buy a lot of recipe magazines and when I was cooking dinner, the children would come up and say – what are we having? And I’d scream at them – don’t look at the picture! Because it never looks like the picture anyway. Because I don’t spray it with varnish or glue it together or put foam wedges in my hamburgers and all the other things they do to make meals look glossy and gorgeous.
But now I just cook out of this book. I’m the only non meat eater in the house but it’s pretty easy to give everyone a serve and then slap a lump of flesh on the side. Or a nice piece of bread. Or a serve of greek salad. I’ve discovered that my oldest daughter will just about eat anything if you add a some greek salad.
And I made something interesting the other day.
Pretty eggs. (Not their technical name)
I didn’t really like the taste of them but they looked really pretty. Actually it wasn’t that I didn’t like the taste of them, it’s just that I like my egg yolks runny. And these get a good hard boiling. But they’d look lovely on a picnic plate or a salad buffet.
Lizzie was poking around the fridge looking for something to eat and I heard her yell out – What are these things in the fridge that look like little brains.
Aren’t they lovely?
The shells especially. You get the affect by boiling them, then tapping them all over and leaving a network of little cracks.
And because I’m incredibly lazy and can’t be bothered writing out the recipe. If you click on it you’ll get the full page.