Having been torn from my well-stocked kitchen back in Ireland, there are many items that I miss and recently I’ve been searching for a second hand pestle and mortar. Well, I do need some excuses for constantly going into the fantastic second hand shops – known as ‘opp’ or ‘opportunity shops’ – here! I’ve been able to get all my cake tins, roasting tins and many utensils replaced at a fraction of the cost of buying everything new. And they’ve much more character too – very important in a kitchen!
Today, though, the Boyfriend got thoroughly fed up with me going on and on about my latest holy grail, ie the pestle and mortar, so he upped and bought me one at the swanky department store in town. Not that I’m complaining, as this fine white porcelain piece is an upgrade on my beloved old marble pestle and mortar. But the purchase is not the end in itself – there’ll have to be a shift in my thoughts about cooking as I’m now able to grind my own fresh spices, pound herbs into fragrant pastes and maybe that’s a pesto-making evening I feel coming upon me?