Home economics.

When I were a lad, all we had to play with was a piece of coal.  We slept under a tarpaulin and we had a candle to keep us warm during the winter.  Seriously though, when I went to school we didn't have "home economics", that was for the girls.  Why would boys need to learn how to cook anyway?  And whilst we're on that point, why was it called "home economics"?  Since when did learning how to boil an egg or make an omelette involve anything that teaches one economics?

Last night I had a retro "home economics" moment.  I baked some potatoes, scooped out the fluffy white stuff, mixed it with some unflavoursome cheddar cheese and then replaced the cheesy spud mixture back into the skins.  They were finished in the oven to give a nice golden sheen.  

Naturally I could not resist spurting my spuds with some bhut jolokia hot chilli sauce.  This provided me with a thrilling opportunity to offset the inane blandness of this dish.

Incidentally, the salad was grated fresh fennel, grated carrot and some lettuce.  I dressed it with the omnipresent English mustard vinaigrette I seem addicted to at the moment.