Actually, strictly, not necessarily farinaceous news at all, actually, because I’ve just looked it up in order to find out how to spell it and it turns out that ‘farinaceous’ does not just generally mean Stuff You Can Eat, it refers to the stuff in question containing starch. No word on the edibility or otherwise of such stuff. So I very much doubt it stretches to drink, and this post was going to just exclaim a little bit on the wonder of a cafetiere of (these days, decaf) coffee along with a bowlful of porridge and a sudoku (or, if you’re really lucky, a back-issue of the Style magazine from the Sunday Times, courtesy of H’s wonderful parents. That is one of my favourite ways to get my caffeine. Or, you know, not get my caffeine, but get my coffee experience anyway.
I also like tea in general, especially (for some reason) when I’m actually working – doing work and sipping on a tea is (in my apparently premature middle age) one of the best things about my daily life at the moment – the amount of time I get to spend working whilst sipping something hot – ordinary builders’ tea, PFW, hot chocolate, hot milk, you name it (P.S. try stirring a spoonful of Nutella into hot milk. Best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted).
Oh, actually, on the nutella front: get some toast. Get some nutella. Apply liberally. Get some blackcurrant jam. Apply less liberally. Cut into bitesize quarters and you have the least practical, messiest study time snack ever. But it is so worth it. Very simply before the discovery that nutella and jam were made for one another, my life was very literally not complete. I need some more nutella, though.
There are many reasons why I’ve never got into posting recipes up on my blog as some people do. The main one is because my average supper consists of a dish my housemates have christened Lentils And Shit*. But I’ve just been given another reason why I don’t write a cookery blog, and this is it, and you should read it, because I hear stories about Marcus’s cooking (and you already know you like his writing). I hear legends. And yet he’s a student, so he has the same kind of economic constraints as the rest of us work with. The other reason would be that I undercooked yesterday’s aubergines and I think that’s probably why I feel ill now. That or my epic gym session yesterday afternoon/evening (don’t look at me like that – ‘afternoon/evening’ does not mean that it was both, merely that I don’t know whether 4-6pm counts as afternoon or evening. Darlings, I am not getting obsessed, fear ye not).
*Obviously I am not being literal when I say ‘shit’. It’s like when I say ‘Everything In The Fridge Curry’, I don’t mean that this packet of minstrels and that tinful of coffee, a bottle of milk, ketchup, mustard and twelve eggs are going in along with all the vegetables I own (I probably don’t even mean ‘all the vegetables I own’). Actually, Everything In The Fridge Curry hasn’t been done for a while. Oh, and I can cook properly as well as adopting this wild gung-ho supermarket-sweep type approach! Anyway, back to Lentils And Shit. The only difference, night by night, is the shit – onion, garlic, aubergine, raisins, spinach, more garlic, whatever. And the flavouring – if you have mushrooms and green peppers add soy sauce and ginger, if you’re going aubergines then curry powder works quite well, you know these things. It’s mainly because I somehow seem to own a lot of lentils, but I’m nearly out of them now, and then I can branch out into different and potentially more exciting food.