Today I’ve been giving it my best Masterchef impression. And no, I’ve not shaved my head and started talking in an Australian accent. This time. It’s Trinity Sunday, also known as St Meriasek’s Day or St Colman’s Day. Trinity Sunday is the eighth Sunday after Easter, and traditionally was an excuse to whoop it up with a lot of alcohol, dancing and paraded lambs. But I’ve little time for whooping at the moment so I settled for soup-ing it up instead.
Although confusingly on the eighth Sunday, Trinity is all about the threes. And one of the ways you can celebrate Trinity Sunday at home is to eat in threes. Examples from the website CatholicCulture.org include eating Neapolitan ice cream, cloverleaf rolls and a ‘triple scoop brownie sundae with triangle-shaped brownies’. Game on, I thought. But with carrots.
As much as I’d’ve loved to have gorged myself on Dairylea Triangles in the name of folklore, I choose carrots because that’s what I had the most of in the fridge and I was going to cook something with them today anyway (I ran out of Old Maid’s Pie yesterday). But rather than whittle the carrots into isosceles wedges and pair them with a packet of Doritos and a samosa, I decided to create a trio of carrots instead. Anyone who’s ever watched Masterchef, will know that a trio is the go to presentation method for any cook who has no idea what a vegetarian actually wants to eat. Cauliflower cuckoo spit is never the answer if hunger is the question. And it wasn’t that difficult to decide what to go for. Spicy carrot and peanut soup with carrot scraps, and carrot and sweetcorn fritters.
And other than forgetting the scraps in the oven until they singed, and the raw fritters looking like something the cat dredged up, and then burning them too, it all went pretty okay. Oh and slicing my finger, but that’s all fine now, nothing that a bandage of kitchen towel and Sellotape couldn’t fix. And it all tasted really good, although maybe a tad too much chili pineapple sauce in the soup. And in keeping with the Trinity theme, I managed three portions each of soup and fritters. Without a carpaccio of swede or a heritage beetroot in sight.
I miss my spuds. The beans are scaling new heights, I’m going to be re-potting them soon. Probably. I did re-pot the parsley and moved its position as the sun was bleaching the leaves. Will be doing the same for the other herbs soon. Probably. The garlic just gets taller and taller, I really should look up what happens next. Quick question. Can I re-use the potato soil or do I need to get a new lot? I suppose should probably look that one up too.
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Roud, S. (2006) The English Year: A Month-By-Month Guide To The Nation’s Customs and Festivals, From May Day to Mischief Night, London, Penguin Books