|A delicious dreamy moment awaits . . . . it takes minutes!|
Like a bird flying for the first time,
Like fruit falling from a tree,
Like the time you knew it felt right,
Try, go see and taste with some grapes!
|Create in your Kithcen!|
It’s an impossible task, Cooking Incognito, for everything we do, we are in some way linked. Our special touch, our thoughts, our love, our way all make something that little bit different, unique, extraordinary even. Cooking, what we choose to cook, and how we choose to cook, reflects part of our deeper selves. In the kitchen we welcome an opportunity for peaceful times, through a methodical process, that is not only grounding but also an essential part of healthy everyday living, we celebrate life.
At the moment I’m doing jury service, it’s an eye-opener to another world, far from the warmth of my kitchen; instead a 1970’s décor holds the core of future, law, judgement and order, the paparazzi churlishly loiter outside ready to catch people in their demise or perhaps total relief.
|Cook with love and flow|
It’s not appropriate for me to go into any detail, suffice to say that if you’re reading this now, isn’t it lovely to have freedom? And choice. I’m so thankful for that, it makes me feel like I have wings;-))
“He who neglects to drink of the spring of experience is likely to die of thirst in the desert of ignorance.” – Ling Po
|Feel free in the kitchen|
Through cooking often we nurture a sense of care and kindness, why? Because in our current modern world of convenience, why would we bother to cook otherwise? If not to express our love for others and ou
rselves? It baffles me why some Chefs turn into hard headed anger machines, for me cooking is about flow and is as fluid as the stream that meets the river, in the same way that the oil meets the pan, how we choose to respond to the rising sizzling heat, undoubtably effects the end result. Yes the kitchen gets hot, yes sometimes things reach boiling point, sometimes we need to try a recipe a few times to get that sense of flow, though afterwards the simplest joy is unveiled – a movement of scoop, and fork to mouth action brings harmonious nourishment.
In this recipe the mellow cheese is embraced by the fragrant light touch of dewy pear sweetness; a splash of my favourite Mirabelle plum jam and ten minutes in the oven, awaken an opulent ooze of magnificence that is worth savouring. A few tears of your favourite whole-wheat bread later and some great company, for goodness sake, do cheesy moments get any better than this? I’d love you to try this one, and find out.
|My husband and son mopped this joy up in minutes!|
Before I say adieu, I’d like to thank everyone who got in touch about the pear pancakes, which were enjoyed by Margorit in Guatemala among other places! It brings joy to my heart to hear from you all.
SERVE with torn pieces of whole-wheat bread.