Tuesday morning pangs

Missing the Easy Skanking Chef. There is something about the cold that makes you yearn for the warmth of another body. He is always warmer than me anyway. We spoke briefly. He is happy that I got away. And I sent him the photo of the spring blooms and he quite liked it.

Dinner was great last night. Both Harlem Mama and dinner guest, The Bearded One, loved it. I made two different versions because he does not eat shrimp. Both versions were good. Easy Skanking Chef helped me to perfect it some years ago over the phone. I dont like recipes so when I have something I like, I just try to extract all the flavours and recreate. I cooked like him too. Using almost every pot and bowl in my mise en place. And I cooked in stages.

I think I want to try Carbonara next. He makes a mean one. That's a tricky one though. It could easily turn into pasta with scrambled eggs.