It's that time of year when food just comes together - lots of salads and barbecues, not many things that need a recipe. Who wants to be in the kitchen when it's stinking hot?
This was possibly the strangest salad ever. A pan fried chicken thigh, tomato, snow peas and cold roast potato, topped with some asparagus that had been quickly sauted in the chicken juices. Just yum.
Today is 36 degrees and blustery. I'm not so sure I'll feel like eating else anything but icecream.