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Robin has learnt how to make puff pastry. It involves two packets of butter for an amount that makes this: Three-chocolate millefeuille and this: Apple turnovers and a pie, and some cheesy puffs, and some cream slices (not shown). Not all at once – it freezes! Apparently it’s really easy to make. I wouldn’t know. I do know that it’s delicious. 
In an attempt to expand our repertoire of dairy-free cakey things (which also includes carrot cake, banana cake and, erm, that’s it) Robin found a recipe for cinnamon biscuits in The Silver Spoon and persuaded me to try it. The ingredients: plain flour, sugar, lemon rind, and cinnamon to sprinkle on top. And olive oil. Continue reading Cinnamon biscuits After nearly six months of dairy-free torture, Robin has begun eating small amounts of cheese and butter again. He started with a spaghetti carbonara with parmesan and pecorino about a week ago, with fresh home-made spaghetti rolled out on the pasta mangle which hasn’t been touched in all this time. We were feeding his sister Heather who apparently had never had real fresh pasta and swore she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. She had seconds, which for Heather is unprecedented. So after his digestion appeared to be able to cope with that, he’s been eating small amounts of cheese and butter most days, with apparently no ill effects. He’ll probably never be able to go back to lashings and lashings of cream and cheese daily like he used to, but he is very relieved not to have to avoid it so religiously in the future. In fact, he’s really much happier. Our oven has died. The grill still works, but the actual oven settings just don’t get hot. This, coupled with a dying fridge that just isn’t big enough for a household of three (the shelf on the door has broken off twice thanks to the big bottles of milk we’ve been putting in it, and the shelves inside are cracking too), and the fact that we think the kitchen is ugly, means we are taking the opportunity to refit our kitchen – and, with grateful thanks to the Bank of Mum and Dad, try and extend the house, with a larger kitchen and a proper piano studio for Robin. We’ve had an initial survey and will get the first drawings in a week or two. It’s all very exciting. Faith’s picked up on it, and says ‘Stention!’ at odd moments. I’m looking forward to having the freezer in the house, so no more traipsing to the garage in the rain to get things out of the freezer. And no more garage either, because it’s ugly and useless. And a kitchen big enough to get two people in at once without them having to apologise for getting in each others’ Continue reading More house My not-yet-two daughter is more organised than I am. She frequently reminds me to do routine things that I might otherwise forget. ‘Eyes,’ she tells me as I get dressed, reminding me to put my contact lenses in. ‘Ointment, toe!’ she says while she’s having a bath in the evening and after my shower in the morning, reminding me to put cream on the sore spot on my foot. ‘Grind, linseeds!’ she says as we’re getting a meal ready, reminding Daddy to prepare his ground linseed drink. Oh yes, the linseeds. Robin has been having more and more stomach upsets lately, so he had himself tested for food allergies. Apparently he has mild intolerances to dairy, beef and eggs, and is to stay off dairy for six months and beef and eggs for three. (Also sole and plaice, but he doesn’t really eat those anyway!) The linseeds were recommended to help his digestion recover. He’s also taking probiotic tablets (since he can’t eat yoghurt) and extra digestive enzymes. Ever since he started this diet he’s seemed to be a lot healthier. |
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