All over the oven

 Well, this is grey, isn't it? November is just not my favourite time, even in a good year. I'm spending all of tomorrow and Thursday in a meeting which runs 9-5 with a cumulative 65 minutes per day in breaks, which means we are all going to be dead of brain before the end of Wednesday, let alone Thursday. The skies are dull and uninspiring. I have been sleeping badly, and getting a headache midafternoon as a result. 

Bleurgh. Time to put the oven on. I currently have potatoes, tomatoes, onions and vermouth warming and scenting the air. 

Last night it was more tomatoes, feta, onions, olives and ripped up stale sourdough with oregano. Oil, obviously. 30 minutes on fairly slow. It's very good, even with some random fennel whanged in to use it up. I can see playing with this recipe endlessly - perfect midweek food.

And I used the oven also for some baked quark, from the glorious German cookbook. It's just a tub of quark with parmesan, thyme and an egg. Or in this case, two, because it's the end of a box and I don't need any others this week. 

I...did not expect it to do that. That is a *lot* taller than when I put it in; a quark souffle apparently. I snagged a corner of it after dinner, though it had collapsed a bit by then. Very tasty, I thought. But it was meant to be lunch leftovers, really.

That... did not go so well.

 This plate is some beetroot, some roasted corn (in the same oven, obvs), a nice piece of raisin sourdough (a bit sweet for this but okay), and.. three sad slices of collapsed baked quark. Which were weirdly strong and sour, too. I don't know if that's a second-day parmesan thing or a baked, cooled quark thing or what but... Ooof. One more serving of this. In the middle of that looooong meeting.

It's nice to have something to look forward to. I am looking forward to finishing this.