I do not claim I can cook. I can make spag bol and anything involving a big saucepan and shoving things in it with a tin or a sauce. I can bake, sure, 4 4 2 method works for any kind of cake, especially fairy cakes (where it is all in the decoration). However, get me to follow a recipe and I’ll want to give up at step 1.

But what is this? Did I just make a super scrummy lasagna this evening? Yes I did. I found a recipe with butternut squash 7 weeks ago that I’ve been dying to try. And with spring coming I thought, oh man, it’ll be too nice weather to make something with squash. But with snow still in my garden today (March 25th), I went with the wintry feeling and made something orange.

I will now share this with you, because I’m nice and just a little proud of myself. With some helpful hints that I discovered along the way.

To serve 6 you’ll need:

  • 1 squash
  • 1 onion
  • 2 garlic cloves
  • 800g tinned chopped tomatoes
  • 4 rashers panchetta
  • cooking oil
  • 250g ricotta
  • 6 tbsp semi skimmed milk
  • 1 egg
  • 2-3 tbsp grated cheese
  • dried lasagne sheets

To begin:

SQUASH ATTACK. I had to google how to prep my squash as the recipe simply said ‘1 squash, peeled and diced’. What you want to do is, using a super strong macho knife, chop off the ends. Then, using a hard core vegetable peeler, is peel the skin. Now, I used a coquina squash (whatever that is), and after one layer of peeling there was a lot of waxy stuff left on with some weird green lines, so I went around again until it was all orange.

Then slice down the middle of the squash lengthways, with your big macho knife.

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This next bit sounded easy but proved tricky and messy! Use a smallish metal spoon to scoop out the seeds and sticky stuff. Its hard to explain but it doesn’t want to come out and then flings everywhere as it does – especially if you chop it in half unevenly (as I did).

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Now its time to get chopping. Cut each half in half and then begin chopping lengthways and sideways. It helps to pile 2 or 3 slices on top of each other to make it quicker and easier.

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I’m sure you get the jist of it. Keep the cubes in a bowl as you go along and that is mission ‘prep squash’ done!

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Chop 1 onion, 2 cloves of garlic and your rashers of pancetta and put in a LARGE saucepan with some oil and sage (I just used dried Italian herb mix). Let the onions soften a little then add 300ml vegetable stock, 800g chopped tomatoes and the squash. Stir gently together and leave to simmer for about 20 mins. I said LARGE saucepan as I thought mine was big enough but it was full to the brim once all this lot was in there.

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Next thing to do is the topping. Get 250g ricotta cheese, 1 egg, 6 tbsp semi skimmed milk and a few tbsp grated cheese and beat together. It recommended parmigiano reggiano (being a Waitrose recipe and all) but I used grated cheddar I had in the fridge which worked fine too.

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Get yourself a nice big baking dish and wipe it down with some oil, or oil spray. Spoon in 1/3 of the squash/tomato stuff. Place a layer of lasagna sheets and repeat until there are 3 layers of sheets and no squash/tomato mix left. Spread on the ricotta cheese mixture on the top layer of pasta, sprinkle on a little more cheese and you’re done!

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Place in the oven for 40 minutes. Once it went golden on top (around 36 mins in) I put some foil over the top to stop my fantastic cheese topping burning.

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You’ll want to leave it to cool for a minute or so when it comes out, then go ahead and serve up. I steamed some carrots and leeks (which took all of 8 mins) to serve with it.

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I did say this serves 6, my Dad had a second helping though and will have the last bit for his lunch tomorrow.

And you’re done. And its really yummy. I love squash and am so glad I took the time to make something lovely with it to cheer me on this cold spring eve.

Give it a go. Or at least look at my friends better blog about cooking – fivestarfuel.blogspot.co.uk

Many thanks to Waitrose, for the real recipe – waitrose.com/content/waitrose/en/home/recipes/recipe_directory/s/squash_lasagne0.html

 

 

 

 

 

Now, the musical of the same name did not fare so well as its original ‘Phantom of the Opera’, however 2 very good songs came out of the sequel: ‘Till I Hear You Sing’ is a beautiful, romantic, dramatic and mental song sung by the Phantom when he realises he’s wasted the last 10 years waiting for Christine and he won’t be ‘alive or whole, till I hear you sing once more’. Its Fantastic melodically and worth a few listens to get it. However, the song I would like to share is that of the title of the show, ‘Love Never Dies’. It is sung towards the end of the show by Christine. The Phantom has tricked her into singing again much to Raoul’s disgust and has sworn to leave her if she goes on stage and sings. She sings the song ‘Love Never Dies’ as she realises how beautiful the lyrics are and sings it to Raoul, who still leaves at the end. (p.s. they have a kid but it’s really the Phantoms!! check out http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Never_Dies_(musical)).

The lyrics and melody are beautiful – have a listen to the recording if you get a chance, but for now, here are the wonderful lyrics:

Who knows when love begins?

Who knows what makes it start?

One day it’s simply there,

Alive inside your heart.

It slips into your thoughts,

It infiltrates your soul.

It takes you by surprise,

Then seizes full control.

 

Try to deny it and try to protest,

But love won’t let you go,

Once you’ve been, possessed.

 

Love never dies

Love never falters

Once it has spoken,

Love is yours

Love never fades

Love never alters

Hearts may get broken,

Love endures.

Hearts may get broken,

Love endures.

 

And soon as you submit,

Surrender flesh and bone,

That love takes on a life,

Much bigger than your own.

 

It uses you at whim,

And drives you to despair,

And forces you to feel

More joy than you can bear.

 

Love gives you pleasure

And love brings you, pain!

And yet, when both are gone,

Love will still remain.

 

Once it has spoken,

Love is yours.

Love never dies

Love never alters.

Hearts may get broken,

Love endures.

Hearts may get broken…

 

Love never dies

Love will continue.

Love keeps on beating

When you’re gone.

Love never dies,

Once it is in you.

Life may be fleeting,

Love lives on!

Life may be fleeting,

Love lives on!

 

I’m a bit miffed that this song wasn’t played at all during the Diamond Jubilee celebrations so have a listen and sing along with me…

 

And did those feet in ancient time

Walk upon England’s mountains green?

And was the holy lamb of god

 On england’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the countenance divine

Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

And was Jerusalem builded here

Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!

Bring me my arrows of desire!

Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!

Bring me my chariots of fire!

I will not cease from metal fight;

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand

Till we have built Jerusalem

In England’s green and pleasant land!

Some of the lyrics in this song are amazing. The song altogether is just wonderful but I’ve put in bold my favourite lines…

 

I heard that you’re settled down,
That you found a girl and you’re married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it,
I had hoped you’d see my face,
And that you’d be reminded that for me it isn’t over,

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don’t forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,”
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,

You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it,
I had hoped you’d see my face,
And that you’d be reminded that for me it isn’t over,

Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don’t forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,”

My favourite episode with Penny’s friend Zack.

Zack: I wanna see the laser.

Penny: But what about the party?

Zack: Its a surprise party, it doesn’t matter when we get there.

 

Zack: Whoa, is that the laser? It’s bitchin’.

Sheldon: Yes, in 1917 when Albert Einstein established the theoretic foundation for the laser in his paper ‘Zur Quantentheorie der Strahlung’, his fondest hope was that the resultant device be “bitchin'”.

 

Leonard explains they are doing an experiment where they bounce a laser beam off the moon.

Zack: One question; how can you be sure it won’t blow up?

Leonard: The laser?

Zack: The moon.

Leonard: Don’t worry about the moon, we set our lasers to stun.

Zack: Smart.

Leonard: Now, we’ll see the beam when it leaves but it won’t be strong enough when it comes back to be seen by the naked eye.

Zack: Naked, heh heh heh.

Alice: You know that stuff they’re selling now at the local shop?
Geraldine:Which stuff?
Alice: I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
Geraldine: Oh yes
Alice: Well, I can’t believe it’s not butter.
Geraldine: Yeah, well I believe that is the idea, yeah.
Alice: Then yesterday, I went to Crookenden and I bought this other stuff, like a sort of home-brand, you know?
Geraldine: Yes…
Alice: And you know, I can’t believe it’s not I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter
Geraldine: Mmm. I’m losing you now.
Alice: Well, you know I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter?
Geraldine: Yeah, you think it is butter.
Alice: No no, I mean you know the stuff that I can’t believe is not butter is called I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
Geraldine: Probably, yeah, yeah<
Alice: Well I can’t believe the stuff that is not I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter is not I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter and I can’t believe that both I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter and the stuff that I can’t believe is not I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter are both, in fact, not butter. And I believe they both might be butter, in a cunning disguise. And in fact there’s a lot more butter around than we all thought there was.
Geraldine: Yeah. You see, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

 

From ‘The Vicar of Dibley’

The song of my life!!

 

If there’s a wrong to say it, a wrong way to play it, nobody does it like me.

If there’s a wrong way to do it, a wrong way to screw it up, nobody does it like me.

I’ve got a big loud mouth, I’m always talking much too free,

If you for tact and manners, better stay away from me.

If thre’s a wrong way to keep it, a right way to be a fool, nobody does it like me!

 

I hear a love song of ballad, I toss like a salad, nobody tosses like me.

And when my evening’s get tougher, I just take two bufferin’ and have hot cup of tea.

Last night I met an old acquaintance at a fancy corner pub,

He said: ‘Come on, lets get some supper’ so he used my credit-club.

If there’s a wrong way to take a guy, the worst way to make a guy, nobody does it like me!

 

If there’s a wrong bell I ring it, and wrong note I sing it, nobody does it like me.

If there’s a problem I duck it, I don’t solve it I just muck it up, nobody does it like me.

And though I try to be a lady, I’m no lady I’m a fraud,

And when I talk like I’m a lady, what I sound like is a broad.

If there’s a wrong way to get a guy, the right way to lose a guy, nobody does it like me!

Nobody does it like me.

A really really long time I got my heart broken and it coincided with a lot of singing classes at my college. I happened to find a solo ballad song I liked, suited my voice and I could act my ass off doing, at precisely the same time. It turned out I didn’t have to act so much as just sing out all my feelings about my broken heart, hopes for mine and his futures, thanks for time well spent together, and discovering love.

I re-found this song a couple of days ago and couldn’t help but remember how much this song means to me, on more levels than I can explain. It’s also the only song I know I rock at singing.

Here are the lyrics:

 

Kiss today goodbye, the sweetness and the sorrow.

Wish me luck, the same to you.

But I can’t regret what I did for love, what I did for love.

Look my eyes are dry, the gift was ours to borrow.

It’s as if we always knew.

And I won’t forget what I did for love, what I did for love.

Gone, Love is never gone.

As we travel on, love’s what we’ll remember.

Kiss today goodbye, and point me toward tomorrow.

We did what we had to do.

Won’t forget, can’t regret what I did for love, what I did for love. What I did did for love…

Love is never gone.

As we travel on, love’s what we’ll remember.

Kiss today goodbye, and point me toward tomorrow.

We did what we had to do.

Won’t forget, Can’t regret what I did for love, what I did for love.

 

What I did for love.

So this poem I wrote this morning. It consists of a few lines from some favourite songs of mine – you might not know them. I’m reading ‘Waking the Dead’ at the moment and it has inspired this poem. Enjoy:

You always see the heart of me, blossoming, blooming, blocking, broken

My porcelain heart made good and whole; it normally hurts,

You take it and kiss it and love it, even when I cannot,

It gleams and glows, Your light in me, I only notice the dirt.


The dirt is not me, the crap, the doubt; I am more than this.

My heart is all Yours, and my Beloved is mine.

I choose to walk with You, in Your glory, I and You.

On this epic changing journey, discovering my heart on the upward climb.


Help return the secret places back with healing and deep restoration,

Open that wound and BE there, fill it with the goodness of You.

You have won my heart and I am Yours to eternity.

You have the authority in my life, my Leading Man, My Love.


I am here for you to lead my dance, my life, my All,

I’m letting go of what I know, here to abandon myself in You,

You undo me and make me whole again, in surrender.

My heart is Yours.

x


Having a think about situations in my life and as usual my mental notes to myself turned into a poem:

Maybe we don’t need labels
Maybe we don’t need can and can’ts
Maybe we just need to accept where we are
Maybe we should just enjoy being there
Life is full of maybe’s.
Maybe I’ll die tomorrow…

Maybe I’m too scared
Maybe I worry too much
Maybe he’s right, or not
Maybe that was it, I hope not
Life is full of maybe’s.
Maybe I’ll buy a cat…

Maybe I’m being too serious
Maybe I’m overthinking everything
Maybe, just maybe, I’ve screwed up
Maybe I’ve made the best decision
Life is full of maybe’s.
Maybe this time it’ll work…


Maybe I’ve got to choose
Maybe my indecisive days are over
Maybe I’m hopeless
Maybe I’m hopeful
Life is full of maybe’s.
Maybe I’m giving up…

Maybe I can’t stand any more maybe’s
Maybe I need to take a stand
Maybe I need to think about it more
Maybe I need to follow my heart more
Life is full of maybe’s.
Maybe I need to trust that God’s got it.

Maybe God put this feeling here
Maybe God is taking it away
Maybe God is faithful.
God IS faithful.
Life is full of maybe’s… and promises