i am living the dream: he is at the pub, i have been home sweet home, cooking... i have now eaten (deep and delicious it was too), and he's about to get a text saying "your dinner's in the oven". actually it is rather dreamlike. i get to watch 'celebrity come dine with me', and 'desperate housewives' and he get's to drink lager with his cricket pals. so everyone's doing what they want. but what's in the oven awaiting his doddering return? well, i'm using up every cupboard essential as i'm moving house soon. sausages were from the freezer, tomatoes from the market, kidney beans from the back of a pile of tins, and the red wine lurking on the side board, probably for weeks! determined a. not to spend money b. clean out the kitchen, this is what he's getting. all hail my modern yet entirely ridiculous cliche. i can't work out whether feminism past me by, or that this is actually perfect post feminism.
2 tbsp olive oil
1 onion, roughly chopped
10 fresh tomatoes, roughly chopped
1/2 bottle of red wine... old
a sprig of rosemary
a pinch of oregano
a pinch of aniseeds
1 tin of kidney beans, drained and rinsed
salt and pepper and sugar
preheat the oven to 180C. heat the olive oil on a medium flame, and then brown the sausages. remove to a plate and then add the onions, turning the heat down low. after a few minutes add the tomatoes. sweat the pan for about 5 minutes and then add the wine and flavourings. simmer for about 15 minutes, then return the sausages to the pot and place in the oven for 1/2 an hour. finally season and add the beans and return to the oven for a further 10 minutes. eat your plate, and return the pot to the oven turning it down to just 50C. this should keep it warm til your lover's return.