… Tapenade Toasties & Cucumber Salad
So as of yesterday it had been a month since my last Fifteen Minute Meal, and after today it will be a month before the next one. I’m about to go of on my Canadian adventure (with a small detour to Seattle) and I won’t be back until June. No doubt there will be lots of eating but no cooking at all. I’ll make up for that when I’m back, I promise. The lack of cooking that is, not the eating.
I like mussels. I really, really like mussels. I mean I really, really, really like mussels. There was a time in my life where I eat very, very, very good mussels relatively regularly in Belgium. I miss that. And so this is yet another one where I’ve been waiting to cook it for some time.
There was an early issue when it became apparent that my roasting tray was not really big enough for all the mussels, but they fitted, just. Although I don’t think they cooked as fast as they should have. I blame the roasting tin for making me fifty-four seconds late.
This really is a very nice dish. It’s easy too. The ciabatta and salad are very quick to do. The sauce that the mussels are cooked in is lovely. I was hanging around, waiting for the mussels to cook for quite some time. It was a good meal to finish of a nice day with a great morning at church and a great afternoon walk in Exmoor.
The kick of harissa in the sauce was perfect …
… by the way, that reminds me that when I bought this particular jar of harrissa there was an incident. A significant one. I went shopping, for a few things, but opted for the no basket option. A few things turned into a really quite a few things. A few too many to carry, even with tuck some stuff under the arm method. I dropped something. It was the harrissa. Of course it was. Some of it went on my shoes. My new shoes. Most of it went on the floor of Tesco. I found out the next day that the person who had to clear my mess up was my friend, Chris, from church … sorry Chris. I did feel a bit bad – would cooking for you make up for it?
By the way my cat has gone missing. It’s been over a week since he’s been home. He does occasionally go of for three, four, maybe five days … but not eight. I’m sad. If you happen to see a black, half Siamese, cat with a kink in his tail could you ask him to come home?
Anyway that’s it, for a bit. I’ll see you in June.
Who with: Gordy and Gav
How long: Fifteen minutes and fifty four seconds
