June didn't start much better, although we have had a few strings of days where normal service has resumed on the weather front and of course I've been complaining about how bloody hot it is—typical Brit, never happy.
In the summer months we tend to barbecue at least twice a week; this gets me out of cooking (although I do have to fetch and carry all the necessary ingredients and condiments up the stairs to our terrace and make a salad) and means I can enjoy our blooming terrace with a nice chilled glass of something pink while t'husband chars various meat products.
For Fathers' Day this year I thought I would take this outside cooking a stage further and get t'husband a paellero from the kids. Basically this is just a glorified camping stove over a tripod which you can balance a paella pan on. Last night was the night he decided to give it it's maiden voyage into the culinary world. Typically the moment he arrived home from work dark clouds began to gather and before he'd finished his shower, the heavens had opened and it was lashing it down.
Undeterred, he set up his cooking station on our downstairs balcony under cover and began frying.
|Paella cooking in the rain!|
For a first attempt he pretty much nailed it, maybe a little over-zealous with the paprika, but overall a damn fine paella.
|Empty paella dish!|