Pear and Apple Pulled Pork

The freezer can be a scary place.  It’s cold and dark. There are skeletons down there (literally- though mine are fowl, not foul).

It’s purgatory for dinner- a place of half made meals.

And now it’s time to shine a light into ours.

In three days time our freezer must be empty. The fridge must be turned off and packed into a truck. So I’ve been on a quest to empty it out. And I’ve been doing something that I really should do more often; an audit.

Sometimes I’m fastidious and a bit fabulous. The TYPE A part of me really comes to the fore. I get handy with a label maker or a …

No Flour Courgette and Seed ‘Bread’

 

Change is not something I’m good at. Growing up, my sister would rearrange the furniture in her bedroom up to three times a year, relishing the new spaces and angles it opened up.

I never once willingly elected to move my bed from its nook against the far right wall.

I take comfort in continuity. To wit; I tied the knot with my first serious boyfriend. I haven’t altered my hair since I was 17 (following a rather disastrous experiment with flippy layers just before my first big trip overseas).  I can easily recite the  childhood home phone numbers of my closest clutch of friends- because that’s how long I’ve known them.

Yet …

Brown Butter, Date and Oat Cookies

 

Is there a better smell than that of nut-brown butter?

Sure, there are great scents around. The ocean skipping over sand on a crisp autumn morning is one.

I’m also pretty mad about the aroma of the top of this one’s head after a bath.

Then there’s the tropical fug of a perfectly ripe pineapple being cut open.

And the nose prickling warmth of an open fire – especially if there’s a bottle of red wine within reach.

But nut brown butter is pretty much up there.

It’s full of promise. It carts with it the prospect of  indulgence (I’ve commonly put it to use it with crispy sage and parmesan drizzled over pasta or scrambled …