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My blogging mojo has gone for a long stroll round the block.  This happens at this time of the year; although it’s only March, it’s more like April (and we all know which month that is).  It’s to do with impatience – I’ve had enough of this bland winter, blossom is out across the street and there are bumblebees – I want the summer, and I want it now!  But it will take its own time; meanwhile, I’m bored.  This is how I think boredom works: wanting to do something but not having anything you want to do.  So I’ll have to tell you about my supper.

Due to a shopping malfunction, I had to improvise with fridge’n’freezer scrapings.  This usually – no, this always – means a pasta sauce.  A tin of plum tomatoes often saves the day, but for reasons already alluded to this option wasn’t open.  I thought a bit, spread the scrapings out on the worktop, and proceeded as follows:

I chopped two good cloves of garlic, a fresh tomato and some parsley, or at least something which was six days out of date but still smelt of parsley, just.  When I say a fresh tomato, let’s just say there weren’t any visible discolorations.  I should have peeled it, but couldn’t be bothered so just took out the core and seeds, it’s only there for colour really.  I found some diced pancetta in the freezer, and grated some parmesan.  Then I cooked it all, in lashings of olive oil, in the right order, plus a pinch of cayenne and black pepper, and served it up with some fusilli pasta (also cooked).

I’d like to be able to say it was delicious – in fact, I can, so I will.  It was delicious.