Good dish in the restaurant gets my imagination going and my creative juices flowing. Perfect meal out is the one I want to replicate at home. Here is the example. Steamed snapper with ginger, scallions and soy sauce. Had to use the oven with a bowl of boiling water instead of a proper steamer and snapper instead of barramundi. It works.
Gatherer instinct is strong in me. But those buckets translate the whole year of cherry pies and compotes. Plus pleasure of picking and generally careless mood of the holidays.
I like it better than seasonal presents and turkey. The only draw back – its so hard to stop! Thank goodness I have a sensible husband.
Actually it was more like a horse walk. Not enough skill to make the beast move quick enough. But I almost managed to keep up with the group and came back in one piece. Can’t ask any more from someone riding for the second time! Looks like sleeping passion starting to stir up deep inside. Can a “city mouse” have such a hobby? Dream on, answers the rational part of me.
Let me introduce Spot