To Camden last night to see Morrissey so no Nigella. Mind you, in the spirit of 'express' my handsome brother and his wife and I walked from Marylebone to Baker Street scoffing a Cornish Pasty 'on the hoof' if you squished your eyes up I could have easily resembled Ms Lawson dashing to pick the kids up from jazz tap.
Morrissey ofcourse was sensational although I am getting too old for support acts, this lot were called Girl in a coma and were a trio of angry ladies from Texas. They were rather out of kilter with the Morrissey sound which made me beg the question why support bands can't match genre like cinema trailers reflect the certification of a feature film. Anyway, it was a smashing night, one to bore the grandchildren with.

Calabrian Lamb Cutlets

Did the lamb last night which was top dollar. It was a little bit of a tight squeeze ramming nine cutlets into my modest pan but Lola pulled it off, it was a joy.
To Camden tonight to see Morrissey, ooh la la and on a school night aswell! I was standing at the bus stop this morning listening to the new Kylie Minogue cd and knew deep down that Morrissey would be disappointed with me. I hope they don't make mp3 player spot checks on the door and not let me in.

I've lost count of my Nigella it's a knockout. I've done the Butternut Squash With Pecans & Blue Cheese which didn't go down too well, the Mirin-Glazed Salmon was a hit but the rib sticking stir fry with cannellini beans was a blot on Nigella's copy book - na da, na da, na da!
Cooking has ceased to be a joy, or rather eating has, since I had a new filling on one of my back four on Tuesday. The man was nothing more than a butcher! I think I've been overfilled and I think it will be months before I've ground it down to a sensible level. I did think though, whilst he was packing it in if, like the master craftsmen who built our splendid cathedrals, he had left a little mark as a signature on his work. I may have a grotesque smiling face or two dogs fornicating scratched into my molar....you never know.

Oh the boskyness!

Did the Red Prawn and Mango curry on Friday and nearly blew the Wife's head off, I was a little heavy handed with the thai curry paste and so it was downhill all the way after that. I marked it ten out of ten though and there's some left which is now in the freezer for Ron.
Last night though was magnificent. We were supposed to be going out but after spending an afternoon in Marlow we felt we had been exposed to enough that was ritzy and so I grabbed Nigella with both hands. The Wife gave out a little protest that perhaps we could just buy a pizza but one look from me was enough.
And thank goodness because I made "Linguine with lemon, garlic and thyme mushrooms" and I swear to God it was amazing. I've worked out my tablespoons are a little on the side of portly as there was more salt than on the back of a grit truck but I intend to remedy this by buying one of Nigella's official ones. I think it's best, especially after Friday's curry.

Mustard Pork Chops

Got my mouth around Nigella's chops last night and I have to say they were a taste sensation! The wife and I marked it ten out of ten. More than the canellini bean fishy thing which was nice, don't get me wrong, but we felt it needed a little more ooomph.
Tonight we are having her Prawn and mango curry which I am fit to bursting about. One of the best things about all this is buying new storecupboard essentials, wok oil anyone?

I went to a marvellous party on New Year's Eve, it was at Teazey weazey Mark and Tim's. It was a ritzy affair. It was excellent for me as the other guests were called David, David, David and Tim! I am usually horrendous at remembering names which gets me in all kinds of bother but there would be no blushes as there was only a 50/50 chance of getting it wrong. Excellent odds.
Ofcourse I let myself down with the drink consumption but managed to see midnight and an excellent meal before retiring at 1am.

This year I have made a resolution to make every recipe in the Nigella Express cookbook. Tonight it's haddock with cannellini beans which is the very first one in the book. There are only 52 weeks in a year so I shall have to do the maths and find out my target number or I shall be in a kitchen filled with bubbling pans and whirring appliances as I try to cram them all in before 31st December.