Forgive me for moaning about being busy all the time. Life just seems to be relentless. I’m up in London at the moment, working very hard indeed. And there hasn’t been much time for cooking. Or anything else apart from work.
My time up here has really got me thinking about cooking in a hurry. I have always thought I’m quite good at rustling up something pretty tasty in a hurry. I hardly ever spend hours preparing a meal – what I cook on a day to day basis is generally quite quick. But being up here has really got me thinking about quick cooking. It’s not just the time spent in the kitchen, it’s the shopping (particularly when all you can get to in the time you have is a crappy Sainsbury’s Local (or whatever they are called)) and the cost: these little shops seem to charge twice times the price of other places. Then, it’s lugging the shopping back – be it on the bus so packed you haven’t a hope of a seat for the 45 minute ride, or the train, equally as packed, and there’s a change at London Bridge (don’t get me started). But you get the picture.
You see, most of the time, when I am back home in Dorset, I will think of pizzas or something similar as quick. I will invest little time to make them, but I will be around whilst the dough is proving. This is the case for most of my cooking – it’s not labour intensive, but requires my presence.
This was a surprisingly successful meal I cooked for us recently. Chicken breasts stuffed with sundried tomatoes, red pesto and some nice charcuterie from Barcelona. Served with some salad and roasted heritage tomatoes with rosemary. The chicken and tomatoes were baked at 200C for 20 minutes. The salad was served on its own, as I’m not a great fan of salad dressings. It tasted particularly good whilst eaten on the balcony, admiring the view across Dulwich.
If anyone has any good suggestions for quick suppers, I’d love to hear them.