Sweet Potato Popcorn Pie
Well doesn’t this look like a seriously intriguing cake? I’ve been so looking forward to sharing this one with you all, but I wanted to bring it in all its seasonal, festive glory – and Bonfire Night here in the UK seems perfect.
But before I tell you just how deliciously wondrous this pie is, a warning: if you’re a traditional sweet potato pie connoisseur, this does not play by the rules. Because I don’t really know what the rules are, and I haven’t actually looked at a recipe for a sweet potato pie …
Black Bean Chocolate Chilli Stuffed Pumpkins
You should know by now that I’m a woman of my word, so when I promised you a heap of ways to cook with pumpkins, I wasn’t kidding.
This recipe for Black Bean Chocolate Chilli Stuffed Pumpkins (phew, that’s a mouthful) is going to make your Halloween/Day of the Dead/Bonfire Night celebrations delicious! If you haven’t tried cooking with chocolate in savoury dishes yet, this is your chance. It might sound odd – but it works. In this chilli, the dark chocolate adds just a hint of sweet cocoa flavour, and gives it all a wonderful gloss.
October: Month of the Dead
If you read last week’s post, you’ll know that I made the decision to fully celebrate the glory that is October, and make it a full month (at least) of Halloween. So it was fortuitous I remembered just in time that I wasn’t alone in this idea, and had been on a fantastic walk around London’s hidden graveyards a couple of years ago; organised under the banner of London Month of the Dead. How brilliant is that?
Do you find lots of your memories, and associations, belong to a particular time of the year; or even an entire season?
Last week, we were enjoying a Saturday evening pub discussion against the unlikely-for-us backdrop of a football match (England might have been playing, who knows – we were probably the only people in the room not looking the big screen directly in the eye), and the conversation settled on what our weekends were made of when we were kids.
I realised that Saturdays, and particularly those in the last quarter of the year, lay claim to a definite majority of my thoughts.
Heading off to the train this week, I took the time to notice the signs of season’s change; the washed-out blue of the sky, the growing leaf litters on the pavement, and the thin armour of a new burgundy jumper. A different quality to the air.
And as I walked, it occurred to me that autumn is taking her time this year; the approach more considered, the decay slowed to a recognisable – visible – pace.