Okay: I can state without fear of contradiction that dinner was absolutely delicious. I had a bowl and a half.
Will be curious to see how much Mother ate, I roasted the tomatoes to ensure that they caramelised and sweetened.
The carer has returned downstairs: Mother ate her meal (in its entirety) but deliciously oily, rich, tasty pasta sauce found its way onto her nose, cheeks, chin, pillow (apparently) - you know those pictures of a child in a high chair with a face smeared with chocolate sauce, grinning? That's my Mom.
I can take or leave saffron generally.
As a flavour it doesn't get my buds going — unlike say, cinnamon. God, I love cinnamon.
Also, too much saffron makes things taste a bit "soapy"… to my taste buds in any case. 🙂
Three things do need saffron though:
1. Paella;
2. Risotto alla Milanese;
3. My home baked Hot Cross Buns.
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Yumm.
Yumm x 2.
Dinner tonight is a vegetarian lentil moussaka.
I am in one of my vegetarian phases again… this week while hiking through Gloucestershire we passed a farm with a herd of penned up calves… bellowing terribly… I heard them across the valley. The misery was gut wrenching. So yeah… for a while meat is off my plate.
I'm an old softy at heart.
Saffron needs to be prepared properly (strands, soaked in water or milk, - use the liquid as well - not powder); Risotto, yes, definitely, that does need saffron; as does paella, absolutely agreed, - it is a must for both of these dishes - can't speak of your hot cross buns (though I don't doubt that they are delicious), but the third dish I never cook without saffron is one of the chowders I prepare. Saffron goes well with fish, but is too delicate for most meat dishes.
I take your point about the distressed cattle. Actually, I think were it not for Parma ham, or Iberico ham (and artisan butcher's sausages, and perhaps, good salami), I could well be a vegetarian. But, while I fully get all of the arguments (and even agree with many of them) re vegetarianism, when I ask myself do I really wish to contemplate facing the rest of my life without ever tasting Iberico ham again, the answer is a resounding no.
I square the circle of a squirming conscience by only eating ethically sourced, reared and slaughtered meat when I am home; yes, that costs a bit more, but I am content to pay the difference knowing the animal or fowl lived a relatively roaming and reasonably stress free life and was treated with respect.
Now, I cannot conceive of a world where I would ever become a vegan; no cheeses? No eggs? Ever again? That is a vision of pure self-righteous hell, not health.
Enjoy your lentil moussaka.