Sunday, 3 July 2011

Labour of Love

What honey eaters love labouring over lazy Saturday afternoons  


Planning a self-drive holiday takes an enormous length of time. We spend hours trawling the internet for that perfect self-contained cottage. And finding it only means starting all over again, as we often plan to stay in 2 or 3 scenic locations en route. But it’s time well spent as we can then tailor our trip round solely our interests; like art gallery hopping through the picturesque Isle of Skye, or choosing the windy mountainous St Bernard Pass, over the autoban, to cross the Swiss-Italian border. The fruits of this labour of love are indeed sweet.

Such a philosophy guides the time I now spend in my kitchen. Weekends are only when I indulge in therapeutically ‘slaving’ for hours over the stove. But I do as the love I put in yields a bountiful harvest of textures, flavours and praise. And who wouldn’t purr in contentment after sampling hearty morsels of shelled shrimp & juicy crabmeat creamed in melted cheese and cocooned in pancakes crepe-thin?

Or couldn’t help but make quick inroads into a micro-wave heated slice of pie packed with tender savoury bit-size portions of air-flown strip lion sealed within a feathery light puff pastry? And given me a call afterwards to offer enthusiastic thanks that I’d gotten hubby to take more than his own portion to work?

Still such exquisite recipes simply aren’t for the busy weekday. So thank God we’ve added Saturday to His day of rest: it’s two fantastic days of fussing in the kitchen. 

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