The Taste, or lack there of

Ah January, you're an evil bitch aren't you?

Sausages. In Pitta.
Looks Gross

This month I've given up alcohol in order to pursue healthier endeavours, things such as eating vegetables and not spending the remaining three pounds in my bank account on alcohol - there's something noble about 'dry January', there's nothing clever about being too poor to drink.

The lack of cash means I'm having to resort to food that is currently in my cupboards which is, obviously, not much (there's a lot of tea though strangely enough, and all manner of ways to make coffee).

Tonight's feast will incorporate three of the four major food groups; bread, Linda McCartney sausages, and soup (note: I would have included peas but there weren't any) to make a truly sumptuous vegetarian concoction for one. Can you see where this is heading?

Tomato Soup with Sausages in Pitta Bread.

1. Microwave sausages for a bit so you don't have to grill them for as long.

Boiling soup

2. Half-heartedly wash grill pan, think about buying tin foil.

3. Empty content of soup tin into a saucepan.

4. Put sausages under grill, any old heat should do it, probably high as stuff cooks quicker this way.

5. Put pitta bread in tiny little toaster.

6. Take pitta bread out of tiny little toaster and put under grill instead.

7. After a bit, turn pitta bread over.

8. Remember you haven't turned sausages over and do those too.

9. Cut toasted pitta bread in two and liberally cover insides with BBQ sauce.

10. DO NOT LET THE SOUP BOIL, IT LOSES ITS FLAVOUR.

11. Realise soup is boiling and lift it up off heat for a bit, stir it, put it in a bowl.

12. Put sausages in BBQ-y pitta.

Et voila, a delicious yet basic meal fit for a January evening.

I couldn't even wait until I'd taken a photo
before taking two bites.

Posh crisps

In other news, I've started watching The Taste, that Nigella's a bit intimidating isn't she?  But great, like. Team Nigella all the way.  Those tiny little spoons of food, don't half make me hungry.  I managed to eat almost an entire grab bag of walkers while watching that show, sensations, the posh ones in honour of Nige, obvs. Haute cuisine to us Brummies, that.