It’s that time of the week again. Time to rack my brains, to dig deep in the cupboard shelves, to try not to pull a face when something slimy coats my fingers from the bottom of the fridge.
Not that this has ever happened to me.
Aaaaand… our host of unusual suspects vying for a spot in the final dish (wild applause!)!
Especially urgent (i.e. on the brink of extinction) today were: chorizo, cabbage, frozen peas. Does anyone else suffer from a constant overabundance of frozen peas? It’s like a loaves and fishes situation for me. I don’t even like peas.
On the legs of our recent trip to Spain (legs? Feet? What’s the expression?), it felt right to try my hand at paella*. The chorizo seemed to fit. Not sure about everything else.
Chop up some chorizo, onion, cabbage, tomato. Not really picture-worthy.
Locate a pile of (eek) peas.
Oh! Then, if inspired, add an egg! (Not really sure it was all too inspired. Jury’s/Philosopher’s still out there.)
*Now remember, no recipes allowed – far too organized for a faff – and it may also be of note to readers that I have never made paella nor read a single recipe. So no judgment on my final product please. Plenty of judgment on the whole faff endeavour though, if you must.