Food, finally

Much as I really enjoyed our recent holiday and everything, sun, food, wine, friends, plans blah blah blah, how brilliant has it been to get back in my kitchen this weekend? Yesterday was spent mostly in a pub in town watching the rugby (boo) and eating rubbish but brilliant pub food. Today, I was feeling the need to get back into the cooking thing.

So, following a morning spent sharpening knives and plotting, harissa roast chicken, patatas bravas and purple sprouting broccoli turned up on the dinner table. Simple, but oh. my. god. how good. The only challenge remaining, apart from the industrial-sized clean up job to be done, is what to do with the small vat of bravas sauce we have left over. Superb cheese from Neal's Yard, too; Cropwell Bishop Stilton and Lancashire Poacher - both impulse buys on the way back from Monmouth on Friday afternoon.

Two other things of note before the week starts again:

1. This is an infallible and brilliant recipe. So much so that I managed to make it this afternoon without the Kiwi noticing.

2. The new Goldfrapp album, Seventh Tree, is brilliant. I have it as MP3, but it's well worth £7.99 - don't steal music, kids. Eagerly awaiting the next Elbow album, too...