The offender in question was a rib of beef that had been languishing in the freezer for longer than intended. You see, roasts don’t get much of a look in round these parts (I know, call myself English? Tut tut).
Round these parts, when illness strikes of the cold and flu variety, the first thing my mind turns to is soup. Nope, not chicken soup (though I am partial to a good chook broth) but aromatic, zingy, spicy Thai soups.
I’ve been in a bit of a recipe rut of late, but our recent family holiday to the beautiful white island has proven a new source of food inspiration. Ibizan food it seems is having a moment in the sun, scuse the pun.