Day 328. What's for dinner?

A day spent cooking. Bliss. And this slow roasted lamb filled the house with the most delicious smell for four hours and was then devoured in about four minutes. A slow day. A happy day.

Day 41. Sunday + Winter = Crumble.

You've probably already worked out that I like to cook, specifically bake. On a day like today when Bea was at the theatre and Will on another of his crazy long runs, what better way to spend the afternoon than cooking a lamb casserole and a plum crumble for their return.

We were lucky enough to get a decent harvest of fruit from our plum tree last year and they have sat patiently in the freezer waiting for their moment of glory. Here it is. A crunchy and crumbly topping oozing with sticky fruit juice. Tomorrow it's back to work (and the gym) but as it's still officially the weekend I may have to mimic Nigella later and head down to the fridge for late night seconds.