Like most modern dog owners, I sometimes wonder about the food that I give to Toby. On the whole, we’ve just carried on with the diet he was originally given by his breeder, figuring “if it ain’t broke” – but the increasing variety of options available has often momentarily stayed in my hand as I go to grab a new sack of his #basic biscuits.
Unsurprisingly, Toby doesn’t seem too bothered whether he’s eating designated dog food or chunks of truffled pecorino from a dangerously low-level cheese board (true story), and will happily chomp down on any old thing. We often joke about setting him up a street food blog where he could dispense hipsterish reviews of the rank flotsam and jetsam he picks up off the tarmac: “Old tennis ball – 4/5. Get here before the crowds do.”
Despite my dog’s inability to either confirm or deny his interest in fancy food, I can’t help but be drawn to the beautifully designed packs of organic, raw, 100% chemical free, artisan, gourmet-style dog chow that seem to be constantly encroaching on regular dawg food’s shelf space.
It’s been a long time coming but finally – the blog that’s devoted to blushers, bulldogs and banana bread, actually has a post about banana bread. Momentous day!
Another cold Sunday saw me staring at a mountain of chores and work to catch up on. So, what did I do? Naturally, I found something to bake. I spied a bunch of perfectly ripe bananas in the kitchen and anticipating their slow descent into mush over the coming week, I thought I’d speed the process along by spending a couple of hours transforming them into the perfect wintery treat: a warm, meltingly delicious loaf of banana bread.
Nigella’s had it pretty rough in the last couple of weeks but whatever you think of her, I don’t believe anyone could deny that the cookbooks she created are flippin’ marvellous. This recipe’s from How to be a Domestic Goddess – though once again, my ill-prepared storecupboards resulted in a little free-form re-writing.
Winter’s definitely on the way. My garden’s disappeared underneath a thick blanket of leaves, the cats have grown luxurious winter coats and the daylight that’s on offer is more than slightly pathetic. Normally I love this season – it’s so much easier to look “ok” when you’re swathed in thick tights, giant coats and glorious scarves – but sometimes it’s tricky to get going.