There’s been a gap; a blog gap. An interlude, if you will. I don’t need to drivel about the reasons; suffice it to say that there’s a lot going on in my life and my head and there just wasn’t room to write about cauliflower crust mini pizzas (nicked the recipe off the Paleosisters’ blog but saw it first on The Daily Dish) and other bizarre beauties.
Unemployment is as busy as work!

I’m compelled to tell you about Cindy Riemersma’s blog, One Mind, Many Detours. It’s an eye-sliding-down-the-page mix of looking back and moving forward. From within her personal experiences, Cindy embraces the pain felt by many women across the world and shares it thoughtfully and without cynicism.
She is currently serialising the perilous life of her best friend, Cherie Leahy Smith, whose beautiful face can be found at the bottom of this post. Cherie’s tale begins here. Be warned: it isn’t for the faint hearted (it is clear that Cherie isn’t faint of heart).

The tragedies in Cherie’s life resonate in the same part of my heart that Xinran’s book The Good Women of China did. Taken at simple face value, this book tells you the worst that inequality can be. But it is about women, as well as inequality. So is Cherie’s life; and so is Cindy’s blog.

It’s tempting to think that women won their cause back in the 1930s when we got the vote. Or the 1940s when we ran the country’s infrastructure during the war. Or the Sixties, with Women’s Lib. Someone else fought and won for our generation and now we pretend that’s it and we need do no more. Inequality is as present in our category as it is in the others (disability, race, sexuality … the list is long) and complacency only sets us back.

If we choose to do nothing to promote equality, we can at least read about the potential consequences of that and respect the individuals that do.


The Cauliflower Pizza Crust Epidemic.

I swear Cauliflower Crust has gone viral. The Daily Dish Recipes swears it is a kid proof, fussy eater’s cauliflower. The type they don’t realise about until they’ve eaten it.

I had to try it, but I knew I’d want to write about it, so I made mine a little different. Small, and perfectly formed.

I did the Paleosisters’ recipe for the first batch (sort of – how heavy is 1 cup of grated cheese?!? American recipes still baffle me), using Jarlberg (because it goes stringy) and chucked in some self-raising flour to boost the quantities for the second lot. The garlic was CRUCIAL to the flavour. (Missed it out of the second batch and missed it, a lot).

Tips to help yourself:

  • grease the pan. Plenty of oil. Don’t skimp.
  • eat them while they’re warm.

Gaps in the production line already. These had great flavour with the backdrop of sweet, nutty, Norwegian cheese.

Two bites and it’s gone!

I wanted to finish them off as mini pizzas – it’s part of the cauliflower’s disguise, almost, so pesto, harrisa, a slice of mozzarella, a couple of spring onions and some pieces of Polish sausage finished the deal … Topped with perfection!

The reason there are only seven cooked final babies in this photo is simple.

A self-confessed cauliflower hater entered the house with several bags of clothes shopping, ate six pizza bites in a row whilst describing her shopping trip and then apologised for eating so many at once. Then I remembered to take a photo.*

Later I was telling her about this recipe. “You’d probably better not try it out on me,” was the response. “Of all the vegetables, that’s the one I’ve never been able to stomach. (Pause) Why are you laughing? (Pause) Was that … Was that the recipe?”

So it does work.

*I am doomed to take out of focus photos of food for the rest of eternity. I’m sure of it.