Mr Market Basket has a bit of a love/hate relationship with his car. When he bought her about 5 years ago, you could say she was um well entering her twilight years I suppose. Nonetheless he took care of her and kept her going, even after completing the massive journey from Adelaide up to Brisbane.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a nice new shiny car but if I can’t be bothered getting one, I certainly can’t demand that Mr Market Basket does. He’s happy with his burgundy beauty for various reasons (I think the connection may have deepened on their extended getaway together across the country). Mr Market Basket and I have other priorities beyond a new car so it will continue to do us until it gives up the ghost for good.
There is one point though, where the hate part of the relationship is always guaranteed to rear its head. And that occurs when Mr Market Basket starts the car in front of other people. Now I don’t know if this car has some sort of twisted voodoo spirit going on but I’ve witnessed it myself so I can attest to the validity of Mr Market Basket’s claims. If no one is around, the car will start first go every time. It will roar to life. But if we happen to be departing friends, family or even a neighbour on the street, that danged car will splutter on that first go and fail to kick in. It usually gets going by the second or third time but by then Mr Market Basket’s mortification is complete. I can almost see the beads of perspiration break out on his forehead as we wave our farewells and then sit there. Not moving. As people awkwardly watch wondering what is happening. It used to be embarrassing, but I have tears of laughter in my eyes now recounting it. It reminds me of a stubborn mule, ignoring the commands of its owner. Invariably Mr Market Basket will issue a string of expletives towards the car and then finally we will mosey onwards. And then, every time, without fail, he will go on to say ‘I don’t understand, it started perfectly this morning, when I was on my own’…
At least it starts I guess, albeit if she likes to take her time and poke fun at her owner in the process. If you’re looking to make something that will be a success (the first time around) then look no further than these pinwheels. Who doesn’t love a good pinwheel? They’re so easy to make, and you can get really creative with the fillings. I’m tempted to try a peanut butter and jam pinwheel next… I went for a bit of a spanakopita vibe and they did indeed rock my world. I’m not going to get too much into the tasting notes on this one. You can’t go wrong putting anything in puff pastry in my opinion, especially the great combination of creamy Danish fetta with spinach.
All you do is lay your filling out over your pastry, roll it up nice and tight, whack it in the freezer for a bit, then slice thinly and pop in the oven until golden brown. You’ll end up with perfect party size bites that taste as good as they look.
100 grams frozen spinach, defrosted
100 grams Danish fetta
Zest of 1/2 lemon
1 green onion, thinly sliced
Pepper, to season
2 tablespoons grated parmesan
1 sheet puff pastry, defrosted
Heat a glug of olive oil in a small frypan over medium heat.
Add the spinach and cook for a minute.
Add the Danish fetta, lemon zest, green onion and pepper.
Break the fetta down and mix all ingredients until well combined. Remove from the heat and let the mixture cool.
Spread in an even layer over the pastry. Sprinkle evenly with the parmesan cheese.
Preheat oven to 200 degrees.
Roll the pastry up and freeze for 15 minutes.
Slice the pastry log into pieces about 1/2 centimetre wide and distribute evenly on a baking tray.
Cook for about 25 minutes until golden brown, rotating if necessary.