Yet Another Cycling Forum
Off Topic => The Pub => Food & Drink => Topic started by: Ham on 24 May, 2017, 08:47:22 pm
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There's quite a lot that gives me pleasure in a fairly low key way - things like my knives - but each time I reach for my masala dabba
it makes me happy.
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OK, I've only had it for a couple of years, but it still does it for me. What does it for you?
(full declaration - this is a stock image, mine has ground cumin, coriander, chilli, turmeric, cassia bark, cinnamon stick, cardamon pod)
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The view.
My butchers block on wheels.
But mostly the view.
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Our view's pretty good, too, out across the meadow and down to the river, with the other half of the village opposite and the hills rising beyond. That works; and the dogs hanging around for scraps.
Other than that it's a great heap of veggie stuff chopped & ready to go into something Cajun. And the smell of roasting coffee.
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The door into The Sheds :D
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Walking into the kitchen and finding that someone else has cleared up and washed up.
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A good sharp knife.
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Walking into the kitchen and finding that someone else has cleared up and washed up.
+1. Absence of piles of washing up (washing up is usually my job thobut, so it's more a case of people not creating it than doing it). I'm easily pleased.
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A good sharp knife.
True. I sharpened The Big Knife the other day. It's nice and, umm, sharp, now.
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A good sharp knife.
True. I sharpened The Big Knife the other day. It's nice and, umm, sharp, now.
And then the murders began...
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A good sharp knife.
My diamond steel is great for that. It'll even sharpen ceramic knives. It had to be run in, though - the cheap ones lose odd bits at first.
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Usually, a bottle of Merlot.
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I need to add one more thing: my dinner gong. Wot is a Slovenian cow bell.
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Good quality, well designed, sharp knives.
A gas hob, but an electric oven (the new kitchen will have two, a conventional one and a steam oven).
Loud music.
Everything else is optional gravy.
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I need to add one more thing: my dinner gong. Wot is a Slovenian cow bell.
[OT]
We haz a Tyrolean cow bell with which we call the cats to dinner...
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The view from my kitchen is nice (if you like big suburban gardens) with added cat antic entertainments.
What makes me unhappy in the kitchen is a sticky counter from unwiped fruit cutting. GGGRRR...
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The smell of garlic when it hits the butter/oil in the pan.
Saffron infusing.
Sex (though this is a distant memory now)
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Walking into the kitchen and finding that someone else has cleared up and washed up.
Walking into the kitchen and finding that someone else has cooked dinner! ;D
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Food, but that said any room with food will make me happy.
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The smell of freshly ground Monsoon Malabar coffee beans and the aroma of a double shot of it in a cup.
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Sex (though this is a distant memory now)
In general, or just in the kitchen? ;D
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This house came with an Aga, which was a bit intimidating at first. We debated replacing it with a conventional cooker, but got used to its ways before we came to a conclusion. So it stayed.
It somehow enforces a more relaxed attitude to food preparation— no fiddlng with knobs or worrying about oven temperature. No cleaning the oven either.
There are downsides.
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Sex (though this is a distant memory now)
In general, or just in the kitchen? ;D
It’s a distant memory wherever I am.