We’re going to friends tonight for a party and I’m taking these along as an appetiser. Bobotie is a favourite traditional South African dish, basically a curried ground beef casserole, topped with turmeric egg custard and bay leaves served with “yellow” rice which is infused with turmeric and cooked with cinnamon sticks and raisins, served with a sweet chutney and tomato sambal.
It’s a great gluten free dish. As keto, I would serve it with cauliflower rice tossed with butter, mustard seeds and turmeric. It’s a terrific dish.
When we’re having guests to dinner, I think I go a little bonkers sometimes. I scramble for crazy complex recipes online and get so anxious and stressed about cooking. I was thinking about it tonight while I cooked our supper and the fun I was having winging it for just the two of us. Imagining the flavours, experimenting and then being so happy with the adventure of trying out my musings and the flavourful outcome. It’s my favourite way of cooking.
Tonight was one of those nights. I’m sure you’ve done it too. You’ve experimented and and created a meal that wove the flavours together delicately and delightfully. It’s so satisfying. Then I thought … why don’t I trust my instincts like this when having friends over, and just wing it like I do when it’s just the two of us? It’s so much more fun!
This whole meal started with a Waldorf Salad yearning, which usually is inspired by the beautiful apples in the grocers this time of year. Also, my partner was not feeling the best. I only know how to cook, not how to heal, though in some ways food has amazing properties of healing I suppose. I also wanted to partly test drive this chicken idea as I’d like to make a version if it when our friend comes to dinner.
This is going to be more a summary of what I made and not exact measurements. I’m pretty sure that anyone who visits this blog is a way more accomplished cook than I’ll ever hope to be! Run with your own measurements, instincts and culinary acumen!
Here is dinner and plenty of leftovers to portion off for our lunch boxes the next work week. I’m not such a good meatloaf maker, it’s one of those bakes that always is never as good as I expect and never Continue reading →
When I was little, I can’t really remembering liking liver paté very much. I ate it, but it was a mystifying texture and flavour, and I was not easily convinced just how good it was for you. Fast forward into adulthood, and now – at least a few times a year – I absolutely must have some! When we lived in East London, SA, Continue reading →