The many and various ways I pass the time now has a new addition. Usually it involves drinking coffee whilst sitting at a computer keeping in touch with chums, or sipping wine sitting on our tiny terrace catching the sun, and wondering what else I can do to avoid any cleaning or tidying or putting away of stuff and things that aren't even MINE. And now I am going to type this blog. Provided that doesn't become a chore as well, in which case...

Thursday, 28 March 2013

Gin Ricky + Fabada Asturiana

The Husband is on catering detail this afternoon.  I have nudged him in the direction of one or two (actually maybe just the one, to be utterly frank, it was a sharp nudge) possibilities.  What I am hoping he will produce is a pantry + freezer approximation of a Fabada Asturiana.

So this was, ideally, going to be made out of things we already had about the place:

We had sliced black pudding (frozen)

We had Co-op diced potatoes and red onion with chorizo (also frozen)

We had a tin of butter beans

We had a tin of cannelloni beans

We had shallots (one on steroids, he says)

We had bulbs of garlic

We had EV olive oil and water out of the tap

The above have now been combined in a casserole, stirred gently and put in a low oven.  He reckons in two hours the smell permeating the house will be irresistible, and then we will set about it.

Meanwhile he has fixed us both a large Gin Ricky, to help us pass the long wait, which was F Scott Fitzgerald's favourite drink;

Squeeze the juice of a fresh lime into a tall glass

Add a handful of ice cubes per glass

Add about twice as much gin as one had of lime juice

Top up with chilled soda water

Mmmmmm. Cheeee-aaaz!

And what has that lazy, idle, good-for-nothing Goldenoldenlady been doing meanwhile?

She has given herself a pedicure (in line with Maundy Thursday traditions, if that is not scandalously irreverent) so that the toenails are all preened and polished in preparation for the slightest rise in temperature and the re-adoption of sandals.

She has loved the dog, BIG LOTS.

She has made encouraging comments about the Fabada Asturiana.

She has finalised details with the house guests due next week.

She has typed this.

ENJOY - we shall. 


  1. Hari Om
    okay, I admit I had to look up the reference. I see you talk Spanish - enough to get fed anyway! I'll go the beans; can you believe I made a butterbean and green bean plus sweet corn stew this very day?!

    Aur Khanna!! ('and eat' in Hindi) YAM

  2. Yamini,

    I sing French, Italian, German, Latin, Spanish, Portuguese, and lalalalala. I speak bbrrrlllmmmsnstthhh, well, a bit of French and Italian.

    I eat lots of languages.

    Aur Khanna, indeed


  3. That sounds deliciously reminiscent of French cassoulet, which is one of our favourites, so must try it when I can get the essential ingredients. Chilli con carne from the freezer for us this evening.

    Even the mention of sandals makes my feet feel colder. :-)

  4. It's like cassoulet with the addition of black pudding or blood sausage, and the paprika overtones from chorizo. It's another version of ribsticking winter peasant food that centre on pork and pulses. Pea and ham soup beaing another one (without which our family may well have starved, eh?)