Recovery recipes

Gallant Husband is having a few weeks learning how to be an invalid after hernia surgery.  Little One has been surprisingly understanding about his ‘tummy holes’ from the keyhole surgery and is refraining from using him as a human climbing frame! Eldest is teasing him about his shuffle and uniform of pyjamas…

We’ve had a couple of delicious meals focusing on protein for muscle repair (!) so I thought I’d share them with you

Spiced roast chicken with vegetable freekeh

  • 1 free range chicken
  • Salt, garlic powder, smoked paprika and cayenne pepper
  • 100g freekeh (green wheat)
  • 1 glass white wine
  • 500ml vegetable stock
  • 1 red pepper
  • bunch radishes, diced
  • green beans, finely sliced

Roast the chicken coated in the spices for 1-2 hours depending on size

Take the chicken out of the oven to rest

Deglaze the chicken roasting tin with a glass of white wine

Pour in the vegetable stock

Cook the freekeh with the stock for 15 minutes

Meanwhile, steam the green beans and sear the red pepper over a hob flame

When the freekeh is cooked, drain and reserve the cooking stock for gravy

Stir the roasted red pepper, steamed beans and radishes into the freekeh and serve with the roast chicken

Lamb and pearled spelt hotpot

  • 1 large onion, diced
  • 500g minced lamb
  • handful pearled spelt or pearled barley
  • 3 sticks celery, diced
  • 2 carrots, diced
  • vegetable stock cube
  • worcestershire sauce
  • soy sauce
  • herbes de provence
  • 2 large potatoes, thinly sliced

Fry the onion, celery and pepper in olive oil over a medium heat for 10 minutes

Brown the lamb along with the vegetables, and add the vegerable stock, worcestershire sauce, soy sauce and herbs

Stir in the pearled spelt or pearled barley and bring to the boil

Top with sliced potatoes and bake in a low oven for 1.5 hours

The Tao of Tangled

This is the story of how I died. But, don’t worry, this is actually a fun story and the truth is it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel, and it starts with the sun. Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens. And from this small drop of sun grew a magic, golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.

Disney’s retelling of the story of Rapunzel has always been very special to me.  Almost five years ago we took Eldest to see it in glorious 3D while Little One was in hospital.  I think the story of a tiny baby with magic golden hair which could heal and restore felt all the more poignant as we had come so close to losing our own baby girl.

I don’t believe in ‘magic flowers’ any more – the lines between truth and reality were somewhat blurred for me in those days as I struggled to manage my own relapse of postpartum psychosis – but I do still believe in happy endings.  Restoration, healing, love, families being put back together.

My heart soars every time I watch the scene where Eugene and Rapunzel sit in their little boat on the water and watch thousands of floating lanterns.  I still believe in a Father who doesn’t give up on us; who sends out thousands of lanterns every year in the hope of calling us back to Him.  I believe that dreams can come true and sometimes, Like Eugene, we need a new dream.