The wonderful aroma of beef stew is permeating the house. I've got it in the slow cooker, and as the hours go by the disparate ingredients are melding into a rich, tasty singularity. Mmmm, I can hardly wait for dinner.
I like cooking. It's creative, I usually finish the project I start, and the results are, on the whole, yummy. I've been doing some baking over the last few weeks. My brother Kelvin boards with me, and he asked if I could make something for him to take to work instead of him buying 'goodies' (he works in a supermarket with a pretty good bakery), so I've been using him as a guinea pig. He's a BIG lad but over the last year he has lost well over 30 kg and is still trimming down. I thought my diabetic cooking books could provide some healthy treats, and they haven't disappointed.
So far I've made: Date and walnut loaf, Banana bread, Gingerbread, and Apricot Loaf. Kelvin has even made his very first Banana cake!
I didn't much care for the gingerbread but Kelv enjoyed it. It has blackstrap molasses in it. Molasses has a taste and savour all of it's own. It's yucky! And yet, seductive. I think a song from the past describes molasses admirably:
'Molasses, molasses,
icky, sticky, ooey, gooey,
crazy kids stuff'
(words thanks to mum and dad!)
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