So today I made tomato sauce, deciding to leave passata and sofrito experiments for another day. The recipe (Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall's, with a few tips from my Mum's recipe added in) did not advise walking outside in the middle with the roaring baby and then noticing that a caterpillar is eating my latest kale and broccolli seedlings, getting hump with it and killing it and all the seedlings and then going inside and finding the sauce burning on the bottom. Picking that out of the mix occupied a bit of time.
Still, it tastes great and nobody noticed the remaining black bits when we gifted a bottle to our dinner hosts this evening.
We spent part of the evening with friends talking about the centenary of the Blackball strike, the reason that Blackball (a tiny village on the West Coast) is often seen as the birthplace of the union movement in New Zealand. Celebrations are this Easter and more information is here. I'm looking forward to it a great deal.
Still, it tastes great and nobody noticed the remaining black bits when we gifted a bottle to our dinner hosts this evening.
We spent part of the evening with friends talking about the centenary of the Blackball strike, the reason that Blackball (a tiny village on the West Coast) is often seen as the birthplace of the union movement in New Zealand. Celebrations are this Easter and more information is here. I'm looking forward to it a great deal.
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