When One Becomes Two

Photo © Rob Jones

So, I’m eating peaches and cream for lunch.

Unintentionally.

Though I must say, I really should do this more often.

I’d bought the canned peaches with a bright idea to air fry them and add them to a pork dish which at that time hadn’t quite entered my mind yet. But I knew it was going involve garlic and ginger, brown sugar and balsamic, honey and spring onions … a sort of sticky Chinese pork thing. I felt that stirring in the peaches at the last moment might make the dish less heavy.

A chance encounter with something impossible to resist cheap as chips chops made today the day.

So … all was going to plan. It was looking good. I got to the point of adding some diced airfried chops to the mix and then thought - no … this is becoming something else.

In went some miso stock, and a little corn flour for thickening, some single cream and voila - something totally different to what I had envisaged. (But very tasty).

The golden peaches were sat on the side like some one waiting to be asked to dance at an eighteenth century ball.

‘Poor peaches,’ I thought.

But they tasted so good. Even better sprinkled with some soft brown sugar and some more of the single cream.

I must make a body swerve more often.

R.