It’s a funny thing, this Calvinist work ethic / guilt thing. I handed over my last job for the year on Thursday, but – so accustomed to the discipline of sitting down at my desk at 6am (or earlier) every day – I’m at a bit of a loss. I’ve decided to spend the holidays on what may be an outrageous undertaking: I’m going to do a coffee table book and try to get it published next year. A mixture of food stories and photographs, foodie porn, if you will. Is this a ridiculous idea? Never mind, if nothing else, it will be a nice thing to give my daughter when she has her own kitchen one day, and I am having tremendous fun making up the pages with all my old photos.
In between playing with my book pages, I cook and bake. We’ve a vegetarian lady coming for lunch today. She’s a chef and I’ve never met her, so I’m a bit nervous. I’ve done an asparagus, olive, cheddar and spinach tart, which I’m trying not to nibble on.
I also did a pumpkin gumbo, a large pot, which I did a sneak pre-taste of last night, ‘mighty rad gumbo’ as the Little Feat song goes… Hope it passes muster …
I used a recipe found here, left out the tofu and substituted pumpkin for the okra; and added cannellini beans for bulk.