...for traditional enamel bakeware.
There is something so wonderfully nostalgic about enamel kitchenware. Lakeland have a 3 for 2 offer on them at the moment and Mr M very kindly indulged me. We've been using them whenever we can and they are an absolute delight to wash up (this is a HUGE plus in my books as we don't have space for a dishwasher and I can get quite potty-mouthed when cleaning my Le Creuset and other crusted on dishes).
And yes, those are Mr M's vegetables in the dishes. Want a closer peek?
Our Sunday roast included Mr M's butternut squash which had started to turn, his courgettes including a brilliant one shaped like a yellow tennis ball and his marvellous potatoes.
We followed it up with a cherry clafoutis (note the dish...) which had an improvised dash of ground almonds thrown in - yum! You see, we just happened to be passing our local PYO on Sunday morning and managed to pick our weight in cherries (turns out we're more competitive than we thought) and sugar snaps. And a punnet of blackcurrants. I just love PYO. I really do. Picking the blackcurrants took me back to when we were little and my parents had various fruit bushes at the end of the garden. That wonderful hot, jam-in-the-making smell of the blackcurrants as they were plucked from their branches. We picked about 200g which is probably just enough for 1 jar of jam? Who knows. As a fully fledged member of the WI it would be wrong not to attempt jam in my first year.
Speaking of the WI - we've got our first craft group tonight, organised by yours truly. Wish me luck. I really hope I'm not the only in the pub with my knitting...