I'm not going to lie; I haven't heard back from the written exam thing and I remain useless; crashingly so. Useless and testy. Awful! What's more, I have strange pains in the palms of my hands - no idea where they came from . It occurred to me while I was making coffee this morning the two likeliest explanations are God punishing me for all that masturbation, or else the beginnings of stigmata. Believe me, I find both exaplanations . . . discomfiting. And so I remain with nothing to say, but once more as a reward to you for actually checking to see if I did, here's the recipe for the fucking superb cauliflower soup I made last night.
1 tablespoon unsalted butter
3 cloves garlic, chopped
1/2 a big cauliflower, seperated into smallish florets but retaining stalks
3 bay leaves
1 herb bouillon cube, dissolved into 4 cups boiling water
Freshly ground pepper
1/3 cup stinky blue cheese
1/2 cup 18% cream
In a large saucepan, gently cook the garlic in the butter for a few minutes. Add the cauliflower and bay leaves; fry, then add the herb stock (chicken stock would probably also do). Add pepper to taste, bring to boil, and simmer until the cauliflower is soft (20 minutes). Turn off the heat and crumble in the blue cheese (I had Rosenburg, but I was thinking of gorgonzola - sigh), stirring until it's melted. Remove the bay leaves and add the cream. Put the lot in a blender and liquify. Return it to the pan and gently re-heat it when your sweetheart gets home from t'ai chi. Serve with crusty bread (it's a very liquid soup) and a nice parsley garnish. You'll fucking come.