My love of receiving post is well documented. One of the best things that ever pops through my letter box is the Lakeland catalogue. I savour it and read it slowly, turning down the pages of the stuff I really want. I rarely actually buy anything from it, but I think it is vital to keep up to date with the peg bags which double up as a set of kitchen knives. I think it reminds me of my mum and Auntie Mame, the two best homemakers I know, who always have the right utensil for the job. I like to think of it as The Little Book of Dreams.
I was having brunch with my friend Irish C today, and she forlornly told me of a key lime pie she had made at 7 this morning for a dinner party tonight. 'Rose', she said, looking as usual immaculate even though she had been domestic goddess-ing while I was still asleep, 'What on earth are baking beans?'. Poor Irish C - she needs to sign herself up to the Lakeland catalogue so she too can get herself these crucial things.
However, my top thing from the catalogue is a very clever little invention.
I think Saturday morning is my faveourite time of the week. Mr Rose and I put on a huge pot of coffee and always have a nice tasty breakfast together. Sometimes we go out but mostly we potter about the flat with Saturday Kitchen on in the background and make plans for the weekend.
My ideal breakfast is a poached egg on toast. Till I found Lakeland's Poach Pods, my poached eggs were a disaster. I usually messed up the whole thing. While the toast was going cold, I'd be overcooking the eggs, breaking them at the wrong moment or I'd serve up a perfectly cooked egg in a puddle of water.
With these babies, even I can't mess it up.