I said on Monday that I wouldn’t be back unless I had some kind of brainwave. I don’t know if this qualifies as a brainwave, but we have just demolished a stack of the best pancakes we have had in ages. And it all started from a pack of something that the health and safety brigade would have chucked in the bin.
Here is how it happened that our near-trash turned into bona fide treasure.The other day I found a pack of unopened sprouted quinoa, dated best before something or other 2012. Not one to say no to a bit of culinary danger (kids, don’t try this at home), I cracked it open and had a think. I may have even stuck my tongue out of the side of my mouth, so deep in thought was I. Nothing wacky but do-able immediately sprang to my tiny mind so I left the packet there to inspire me. Or mock me.