tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071278073324792612024-03-14T04:44:20.190-07:00Green eggs and hamAll about trying new things: I am going to cook 111 recipes I haven't tried to do before by the end of 2011.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-22345237237298503802011-12-11T10:09:00.001-08:002012-10-07T04:53:28.601-07:00The first New Year's Resolution I've ever kept...So this is the final post. The last four recipes have been cooked, I can return to a life of beans on toast, with occasional fish fingers and chips thrown in for good measure. This is a four recipe post, so I'll jump right in.<br />
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Firstly: pheasant. I hadn't eaten this game bird in years, to be honest, I didn't think I liked it (for the reason that it did not taste like chicken). I wasn't even be supposed to be cooking it for Green Eggs and Ham, but the butcher was out of rabbit. I pot roasted it using <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/potroastpheasantwith_84171">this recipe</a> (it has white wine, cream and sweetcorn mash). The bird I bought was rather large, so I just used one, rather than the two suggested.<br />
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As bread has been my big victory of this project, I felt it wouldn't be right to write the final post without doing another loaf of bread. This week I tackled Dan Lepard's cottage loaf from <i>Short and Sweet</i>. The difference with this one, is that you use half of the flour to make a 'sponge' over a few hours before you make the dough. This did make nice bread, however I really couldn't taste the difference between this and his simple bread--perhaps my bread tasting palate is defective. Becoming able to make bread has taken the best part of this year, but now I am quite smug with the pleasure of being able to do it.<br />
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So, lastly: lasagne. My mum's lasagne is one of my favourite things ever and I've never bothered learning how to make it, as I always put an order in when I go home. I'm finishing up with Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's butternut squash and fennel lasagne, which is not at all like Mum's. This is from his <i>Veg Everyday</i> book. It has a bechemal sauce, which is infused with peppercorns, onion, celery and bay leaves, pasta, a layer of roasted butternut squash, a bit more sauce, another layer of pasta, a layer of sautéed fennel (I used a third of the 750g recommended, as I think massive amounts of fennel make food taste like soap, so I replaced with caramelised onions), goats cheese (lots), the rest of the bechemal and a layer of cheddar. Vegetarian lasagne is often an extremely dull meal of mean ratatouille slapped in between pasta sheets and a poor replacement for it's meaty, savoury cousin. Hugh F-W has come up with something altogether different, and it seemed to go down well with carnivores and vegetarians alike. Friends E and G and baby O came to join us for a final lazy blog lunch. The lasagne takes a while to make, so I made some vanilla ice-cream the day before, and also bought the starters from a farmers' market. It was the perfect to celebrate the end of 2012 and this challenge: with an old friend, her husband, their baby who was born this year and Sam. I may not cook as many new recipes in 2012, but I'm fairly sure that boozy lunches and dinners with friends will remain on the menu. Thanks so much for reading.<br />
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Firstly, this week, a clafoutis, which I made from Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's bread and pudding Daily Telegraph pamphlet that I have become so attached to.<br />
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I didn't technically make a clafoutis, as they are always cherry, apparently, and as the fairly unpleasant looking cherries which you can buy in November cost four quid a punnet, I used plums. So it was technically a flaugnarde. From the ingredients, I thought I was making some kind of plum pancake., but this was like nothing I've ever tried. Sort of like a warm custard, or possibly a pastry free flan. In the words of Greg Wallace, or what I imagine he would say if he got his chops round this: 'soft, sweet with a sharp kick of fruit'.</div>
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The second pudding I made was a beauty, but in all the hustle and bustle of taking part in A's Thanksgiving extravaganza, I forgot to photograph it. As you will know, darling reader, once I find a source of recipes that works for me, I'll cook a large number of recipes from it and bore you with them. So we're back to Dan Lepard's <i>Short and Sweet</i>. A, who I think I might have mentioned, is American, throws a magnificent Thanksgiving feast for his lucky English friends every year, and I usually make an American pudding for it. This year I picked banana cream pie. This was quite a bit of work, it involved making some very short pastry, then making a caramelised banana filling, which had huge potential for burning. I went to bed on Wednesday, having let A know that I had filled a pastry case with what looked like banana porridge, quite worried I'd made something inedible. The following evening, I introduced a layer of caramel into the recipe, to sit on top of the banana, (I figured it couldn't possibly hurt) whipped the cream to go on top, and folded in some flaked almonds. You should probably only eat it once a year, along with many of the delicacies on A's menu, but it worked very well. Greg Wallace (can you tell I'm glued to Masterchef at the moment?) would say 'sweet, rich, creamy, and amazing idea with the caramel, Sally, you are a genius'. </div>
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Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-59242750829425607782011-11-08T05:16:00.000-08:002011-11-08T05:17:31.901-08:00Whopping Whoopies!For those of you who are fans of my photographs, you know the ill-lit ones which divide my posts so you can get a rough idea of the aesthetic qualities of the dish, I'm very sorry, there aren't any this time. And, also, hello, it's been a while.<br />
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For starters, something so simple, I can barely believe I haven't ever made them: dumplings. These were to go in a buffalo stew. I really couldn't believe how easy they were. Just a combination of flour, suet and water. And so satisfying. I'm very glad I've discovered that there are absolutely no tricks to making these--or am I, this could lead to my rapidly becoming as wide as I am tall.<br />
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So, my love affair with Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's cooking continues. I have had a month of buying lovely new cookbooks, one of which is <i>River Cottage Veg Everyday</i>. I bought it because I want to eat less meat. Sam is also, currently, of the mind that a bit less meat might be good for us--I shan't bore you with our reasons. Anyway, I made porotos granados a hearty soup of squash, beans (green and canellini) and sweetcorn--straight off the cob, natch! This is quite spicy from the smoked paprika (and I could only find hot not sweet) but it's everything an autumn soup should be: filling, warming, and a bit like a stew, so you don't feel cheated out of your dinner on a cold night.<br />
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Ok, and lastly, the second cookbook I picked up in a post payday Amazon frenzy is Dan Lepard's <i>Short and Sweet</i>, an amazing baking bible, beautifully packaged and wonderful in its variety (there are also some savoury recipes in there). I decided to have a go at whoopies, as I like the name and they're not widely available in Leeds (beyond Harvey Nicks).<br />
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Some time ago, whoopies were heralded by certain foodie types as 'the next cupcakes', but I think they are nicer as they have a marshmallow filling, rather than diabetes inducing amounts of buttercream on top. I made Lepard's raspberry varient on these half soft cookie/half cake but a bit like a scone American mallow filled treats--although I used blackberry jam for the filling instead. These also had coconut in them. I mis-read a direction somewhere along the line, and instead of having several small and dainty mini cakes, I ended up with eight truly prodigious ones. No matter, they were good, and easy to make--certainly no harder than cupcakes. I would like marshmallow to glue more of my foods together.<br />
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So, I am now a mere dinner party away from completing my 111, which is quite exciting. See you next time.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-23087180048697104632011-10-17T12:16:00.000-07:002011-10-17T12:17:27.672-07:00I heart Hugh (he's bready brilliant)...A little while ago my mothership sent me a pamphlet of Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall's breads and puddings from the Telegraph. Much as I dislike the tory press, their cookery booklets are not to be argued with and this one has proved (hur, hur) a gem. I'm about to tell you about three recipes from it.<br />
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First off, his basic bread recipe. I actually looking at the kneading diagrams for this, and stretched my way into some of the lightest loaves ever to come from my hands. </div>
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I love bagels, they are one of my favourite things to eat of a weekend morning, and the fact that the dough needed poaching was intriguing enough to inspire me to have a go. The steps are thus: mix (quite a dry dough, presumably that is because they are soaked through in the pan of water), knead, prove, shape, prove and then BOIL. I shaped the ring-doughnut shape pushing a hole in the middle and then stretching, rather than Hugh's way of rolling a sausage shape and then sticking together, because, as he even admits to in the recipe, they can come apart in the water if made like that. Poaching them (one minute each side, and I timed it) was fun, not least because they smelled amazing. Once out of the water, glaze with egg (I left some glazed, topped some with sesame seeds and others with Malden Salt and black pepper). Brilliant, I am now a bread genius, these were delicious--despite every one being a slightly different size!</div>
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Finally: brown bread ice-cream. When I first heard of this a few years ago, I assumed it was some hideous high fibre version of my favourite food. Not so--the bread is toasted in the oven with lots of sugar, the ice-cream itself is made from a custard base, with no fibre in sight, just lots of cream, sugar, whole milk and egg yolks. the toasty bits are mixed in as the mix is firming up in the ice-cream maker. I really enjoyed this, it tasted like premium ice-cream, and the bread was sort of caramelised and, although its flavour was distinctly recognisable, it worked.</div>Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-88841854072257461782011-10-08T06:56:00.000-07:002011-10-08T06:58:11.403-07:00Tinker Tailor Sorbet PieI hope you will forgive the trial of a third focaccia recipe this week--in an effort to become a Jack of all trades and master of one, I have given myself focaccia to try and work on in this project. The other recipes, I can assure you, are all completely new to me.<br />
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This week I had a theme: literary food. I put out a call for this on Twitter and N came up with the Lamb Shank Redemption and, between us, Tinker, Tailor, Sorbet, Pie. (Actually, I meant food which had appeared in books, such as Proust's madeleines--but N's ideas made me laugh, so I was game.) I'm not really a fan of Nigel Slater's shows--the faux notes on notice boards reminding him to cook for a fisherman he probably met at a production meeting two weeks ago being one good reason for this--but he does produce recipes that work. He came up with <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/lamb_shanks_with_anchovy_36460">Lamb Shank with anchovy</a> last week on his new series, which I nicked and applied our much more fun title to.<br />
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The butcher had sold out of lamb shanks, so it had to be the Lamb Shoulder Redemption. I scaled up the recipe for five. The anchovies merely flavour the sauce in which you braise it, so you don't end up with fishy meat. It's extremely easy, produces lamb so tender that you can cut it with a spoon, and--even though I hit the white wine before I'd finished cooking and therefore the sauce was somewhat thinner than I might have wanted, and the parsley stayed in the fridge and never made it into it--it still elicited these words from H when she was polishing it off: 'I'm a bit sad my dinner's ending'. I served it with Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's foccacia. This is less messy than Paul Hollywood's version, and more authentic than the recipe I tried a few months ago. However, Paul Hollywood's recipe, despite the fact that my kitchen table was resurfaced in sticky, sticky dough, wins on taste. (Hugh F-W's is much easier to make when you're doing other things, like cooking the rest of dinner.)<br />
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And finally: Tinker, Tailor, Sorbet, Pie, or Baked Alaska. As plums were in season, I went for a plum middle, and made the following: <a href="http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/plum_sorbet/">sorbet</a>. Which I then spooned into a large novelty coffee cup (lined with cling film so I could get it back out) and froze for an hour. While the sorbet was freezing in its 'mould' I chilled an all-in-one, two-egg sponge cake in the fridge (I'd made it whilst the ice-cream worker was doing its work). The trick to a Baked Alaska is to keep everything really cold till the eleventh hour, so I lifted the sorbet out of the cup after an hour, turned it upside down to make a dome, put it on the cake, covered the whole lot in more cling film, and stuck it in the freezer for three more hours. When it came to nail-biting cooking time (and I admit at this point I wasn't at all sure it would work: images of weeping meringue and melting sorbet haunted me all day, and there was some back-up Ben and Jerry's in the freezer) I whipped up the meringue from this recipe from <a href="http://www.waitrose.com/home/recipes/recipe_directory/b/baked_alaska_with_raspberry_sorbet_and_peach.html">Waitrose</a>, quickly took the sponge and sorbet out of the freezer, smeared the meringue on, stuffed it on the oven as fast as I could, and started praying!<br />
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This was the best dessert I have made all year. The sorbet was fruity and sharp (and, praise be, frozen), the meringue did not weep and was crispy and fluffy and you could taste the cake was home made. I am blowing my own trumpet, but this was a day on which I made sorbet, cake, and meringue for one dish, so I feel as though I deserve it!Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-57863572138121230372011-09-29T11:55:00.000-07:002011-09-29T11:55:57.076-07:00Pollocks to it!I'm getting more lax than ever with these posts--nevermind, be assured that cooking is continuing and I'm grinding my way onwards to culinary enlightenment (or at least expanding my imagination beyond cooking pesto pasta three times a week). Although, the first of the dishes for this week is not so exotic: fish fingers.<br />
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Fish fingers are one of my favourites, perhaps because they were one of the few convenience foods that were allowed over the threshold when I was little (how I yearned for Findus crispy pancakes and chicken kievs [Mum I am grateful you didn't make me obese, really]). ANYWAY, there have been a few recipes around for home made ones and I've been, as a new age (desperately scrabbling for a word which isn't 'foodie') nibbler, I wanted to know if homemade meant better.<br />
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I failed to make them uniform in size, so Sam referred to them as goujons, H, who was visiting for supper as fish finger pieces. Anyway, they were good, despite the fact that they cooled extremely quickly and were tepid when we ate them. They were crispy, and the taste of the fish was much more present than in Captain Birdseye's variety. Excellent chips by Sam.<br />
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The other dish for this post was in honour of F, who popped over from Australia for a visit. As it happened to be her birthday I created a sticky ginger cake with lime icing. It's this <a href="http://www.goodtoknow.co.uk/recipes/449945/Sticky-ginger-cake">exact recipe</a>, but I was using a cake pamphlet from <i>Olive Magazine</i>. The biggest problem with this one is the self restraint it requires, as after baking it has filled the kitchen with a lovely gingery cakey smell, and it has cooled and it looks ever so inviting, you have to pack it up to mature! No eating allowed. Until that is, you unwrap it two days later, cover the top in butter icing flavoured with lime zest and juice.<br />
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It's nice. No scrap that, it's delicious and several people have verified this. I recommend this it's sticky, the treacle gives it a dark toffee flavour and the lime icing, despite it being a buttercream, stops it from being all too cloying, and, please forgive me for sounding like a second-rate food critic, gives it another dimension. This is one for the list of favourites.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-87112695771665998682011-09-18T09:52:00.000-07:002011-09-18T10:18:56.644-07:00A tale of a tea loafAnd so back to the more chatty style of post. This week I have returned to that which I am most comfortable with: baking.<br />
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New recipe number one was supper on a miserable Thursday evening and cooked as comfort food for the other half as he found himself bogged down with work. We whittled red meat out of the things we fancied and settled on some kind of pie--I had just been paid so this <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/2185/artichoke-and-wild-mushroom-pie">pie</a>, complete with a near full jar of Waitrose's grilled artichokes, was slapped on the evening's menu.<br />
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It is also a recipe which I thought might go wrong: all the measurements were imperial; I had to guess at the cooking times, as I knew my thermonuclear oven would char on the time and temperature stated (it was cooked in 30 minutes under the time, so my caution paid off); and I had never made a cake that doesn't contain fat before. What it does contain is sugar and dried fruit which have been soaked overnight in tea, and a flour and some egg which are stirred in in the morning. There is no creaming, no folding, no whisking--it is so simple. It is also the best use for dried fruit I am yet to come across and I have eaten slice after slice slathered in butter this afternoon.<br />
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Here I will leave you. I need to work out how to skin some pollock fillets, but that's another story for next week.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0Leeds, UK53.7996388 -1.549122153.649589299999995 -1.8649791 53.9496883 -1.2332651tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-34986812055519113902011-09-14T12:49:00.000-07:002011-09-14T12:50:13.079-07:00The world in ten wordsOk, so, a bit of a break, I was off enjoying a staycation and intimidating myself by reading <i>Julie and Julia</i>, although it didn't really intimidate me as she seemed to spend a lot of time whining and didn't really say that much on the food--more about her tantrums. So I am not going to waffle about my personal problems--you can have a round up of the recipes in 10 words or less--per recipe. (I made another recipe for focaccia, as I realised, having watched <i>The Great British Bake Off</i> that nice as the rosemary one which I made earlier this year it did did not actually produce focaccia, I shan't bore you with details of an uneven crumb structure which should happen.)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaNGQSVOp84aK5-SNm0IYHwp6tT-KWD3ob3-Mxr1R8LQ7UCeQF_GH_3mu36LXyrkWI6tLrff9_0R-Zt7nQQKfD8vj94J7rPiIWk7V1-FUznneeRZu-A9azF78MtDuI960fC1DqcPbTCVI/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguaNGQSVOp84aK5-SNm0IYHwp6tT-KWD3ob3-Mxr1R8LQ7UCeQF_GH_3mu36LXyrkWI6tLrff9_0R-Zt7nQQKfD8vj94J7rPiIWk7V1-FUznneeRZu-A9azF78MtDuI960fC1DqcPbTCVI/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a>A's birthday: sponge, brandy, chocolate ganache. Peculiar candles.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-60710974638594993302011-08-28T12:32:00.000-07:002011-08-28T12:32:01.225-07:00Feeling crabby?<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaYvDGL-WA2KVCznkSBhzc_Mlm62icghO8CYkHcNbM78K652YG40vTZ9XRgA5e990PPxVwnQkoNp-LQDw4w3k88DgfALH1PMPuC1qgqb3Ev2gtfh0XQxkfv38mfOOZl94oJljkS8XaO1W/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaYvDGL-WA2KVCznkSBhzc_Mlm62icghO8CYkHcNbM78K652YG40vTZ9XRgA5e990PPxVwnQkoNp-LQDw4w3k88DgfALH1PMPuC1qgqb3Ev2gtfh0XQxkfv38mfOOZl94oJljkS8XaO1W/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>For some time now, I have wanted to tackle a crab. It's one of those foods--along with lobster, raw artichokes and snails--which intimidate me, as I have no frame of reference for how to deal with them. However, I like crab, it's tasty and sustainable, and cheaper than lobster, so when I was last in the supermarket I slid one into my basket. I did have a recipe in mind: September's <i>Olive Magazine</i> not only had a recipe for garlic, black pepper, and butter crab and paratha, but also a guide to how to deal with my six-legged friend.<br />
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So, I carefully read the directions and gathered my equipment, which involved a raid on Sam's DIY kit for a hammer. Opening the crab and getting his brown meat out was straightforward enough. But I was slightly worried that, as the hammer was on the large side, the crab's claws would shatter and I would spend the next seven hours trying to separate meat from shell fragments. Not so: while they required quite a whack before they gave out, they then cracked in such a way that getting the meat out was really rather easy, although--and perhaps this is because I have particularly delicate lady hands--I generally found it easier to get the meat out with my fingers than a skewer. <i> </i><br />
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<i>Olive Magazine</i> omitted to say that there was any point in picking the legs out; fortunately, I also had the packaging from <i>Morrisons</i>, which told me that 'there be meat in them legs', or something like that. Granted there isn't pounds and pounds, but enough that it would be a shame to throw it away, even though it is fiddly to get at. Perhaps this is a symptom of the North--South divide: pampered Southerners will just buy supersized luxury crabs with so much bounty in the claws the legs aren't worth considering, whereas we Northern folk need to pick the legs out and can't bear the concept of waste!<br />
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I feel I've achieved a lot in the last week: in tackling picking a crab and making jam I've successfully made two things for which I had no frame of reference whatsover (I'm sure that those of you who remember the weeks when I was cutting the tops of burnt things will excuse this ballyhooing).</div>Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-73958284250435965312011-08-21T12:54:00.000-07:002011-08-28T10:51:31.813-07:00FantineI was calmly listening to 'Woman's Hour' this week when, to my alarm, a small boy came over the airwaves explaining how he was cooking a hundred recipes in his school holidays as part of a school project. 'No, no, no!' I thought, 'not only am I going to be asked till the end of time whether I'm copying Julie out of <i>Julie & Julia</i>, but now I'm being beaten to my rather modest target by a pre-pubescent! I must up my game!!' To which end: puff pastry.<br />
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I went for Lorraine Pascale's <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/puff_pastry_22280">puff pastry recipe</a> from <i>Baking Made Easy</i>. Now I know the name of this show belies the fact that this is difficult, but bear with me--what I have learned this week is that puff pastry might not necessarily be hard, but it does take time and patience.<br />
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The rolling and folding is repeated twice more, before it is rolled out and chilled--yet again--before use. See a kid's attention span would be far too short for all that. Ha!<br />
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So, in going all out to beat a nine-year old, I have only cooked one recipe! However, coming up I have jam, crab, and sour dough bread (I am maturing the starter for this at the moment--it smells and looks like baby sick). Over and out.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-7210974516823830502011-08-14T07:33:00.000-07:002011-08-14T08:15:42.374-07:00PulsingFor the vast deal of my life, the only pulse I liked was haricot beans covered in tomato sauce; all other pulses I had disdain for, considering them to be the blandly served fodder of worthy vegetarians. These days, however, I think nicely seasoned beans or chickpeas are in some ways preferable to meat, their nutritional value certainly beats that of a sausage, and they are much cheaper! Although, as you will see, I have combined the two to great effect this week.<br />
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The first recipe is entirely suitable for any vegetarians out there amongst you: <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/2940/moroccan-aubergine-and-chickpea-salad">Moroccan aubergine and chick pea salad</a>. This was chosen partially out of necessity (it was cheap), partially because I was astonished at how little I had enjoyed the last dish I made from aubergines (I know they are delicious, and do not actually taste of slippers), and partly because I had a hankering for chick peas (I am aware of how odd that sounds). This is a really good demonstration of chick peas and aubergines at their best, soaking up strong flavours--in this case, cumin, coriander and chilli--and delivering a tasty meal for not much money. Lovely.<br />
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Following a weekend which saw the consumption of a lot of rich food, this week Sam and I fancied something a little plainer. <i>Olive Magazine's </i> recent booklet of £5 suppers supplied us with black <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/666663/black-bean-and-chilli-soup">bean and chilli soup</a>. I have to put my hands up and say straight away, I couldn't find black beans, so I used their tasty cousin, cannellini beans, as these are also good in soups. This was nothing special, just a hearty bowl of homemade soup. I wouldn't serve it to impress, but that wasn't what I was trying to do; I wanted simple, and it was. Success.<br />
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Finally, finally, <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/786651/sausages-with-boston-baked-beans">Boston baked beans with sausages</a>, another one of <i>Olive Magazine's </i>meals for a fiver. I can't see how this is a recipe for two, really, as it's got six sausages, bacon and a load of beans in it. ANYWAY, putting that to one side, it's very good, the mustard in it makes it taste much more grown up than baked beans, and it tastes lovely and smoky, in a sort of barbeque sauce kind of way. I served with olive-oily roast potatoes and A, H and I agreed that it seemed to herald the start of autumn, along with the rain was also lashing down in Kirkstall that night. Oh and by adding an extra can of beans, I made it stretch round four of us--Sam ate when he came home, and I also had some for lunch the next day. It relieves me to see that even the BBC's publishing team couldn't make it look nice though!<br />
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I think after this week's successes I shall perhaps turn to being a professional pulse chef, bringing their nutritional wonderment to the masses. On the other hand that might make me into the next Gillian McKeith, and no-one wants another one of those! (Gillian, I know you like suing people, so this is my own subjective opinion and probably wrong. Ahem.)Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-31955982849223824532011-08-09T10:51:00.000-07:002011-08-10T10:21:59.629-07:00Birthday GirlYou may remember some weeks ago, I made a gigantic fruitcake for my grandmother's 90<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">th</span> birthday, which I had been maturing in a box and feeding brandy. Well, last week the birthday cake construction continued. On Thursday I made a scaled back (so's it would go in a 15cm cake pan) version of <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/4576/wedding-cake--zingy-lemon">this</a> lemon cake, the idea being it would be the top of a three tier cake (this is the same recipe I made for A's graduation cake a while back).<br />
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Shortly afterwards, in a glorious victory of optimism over common sense, I, pressed for time, thought it was cool--it'd had two hours by the open window--cut it when it was still a little warm and soft, and ended up with a structurally dubious cake. This led me to abandon the stacking plan and just make three differently decorated cakes, which actually worked fine. (Never have I been so grateful for a flower cutter.) Grandma liked the fruitcake, and fortunately the brandy in the cake did not get her tipsy and my cousin CD methodically ate two slices of chocolate cake in front of me to show how good it was (she is 8). I must thank cousin R for help in displaying them (the fresh flowers would never have occurred to to me) and a couple of wise friends who advised me what to do when the fruitcake looked as though it might be more booze than cake. Grandma, it was a pleasure to do for you, and I'll need at least fortnight off to make what I have planned for your hundredth birthday!<br />
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This dish is economical: as our store is well stocked, I was able to buy everything we needed for £6.07 (including a re-stock of olive oil). I did make some alterations to this recipe--I thought that a tomato sauce consisting of just tinned tomatoes, a clove of garlic and oil was miserable, so I chucked in a pinch of sugar, some balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper (obviously) and stirred through some basil that was hanging about. (<i>Olive </i>could suggest all of the above, bar the basil: there isn't anything there that might not be in one's store.) ANYWAY, this is not a fast dish to make, as grating three courgettes takes a while--however, it is a nice comforting dish, and the pasta stays firm, although the filling could perhaps do with a little less lemon. And I think it photographs very well for the blog.<br />
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Next on the list for this week is an accidentally delicious cake. I'd seen a feature in <i>Olive</i>, in the July issue, on Matcha green tea powder, and there was an accompanying recipe for a green tea loaf. I don't like green tea as a drink, but I thought that a note of green tea in a loaf might make a nice sophisticated dessert for a dinner party--in the way that fish sauce is foul but can make a dish delicious. The only Matcha powder I could find in Leeds city centre cost £25 from Harvey Nichols. Such is my dedication to this blog I was looking at it and thinking about buying, when it was removed from my hands and I was removed from the store by Sam who couldn't believe I was even countenancing it. (Neither can I, with hindsight.) Anyway my solution to the tea problem was to make some strong green tea and add that to the loaf mix whilst also dying the cake green to get the required visual effect.<br />
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The green tea was utterly undetectable. There's no other way of putting it. However, as the cake had almonds in it, I thought it would go well with caramel, and I just happened to have a can of dulche de leche in. I served it in large chunks with a bowl of dulche de leche on the table. In the words of one of our guests, W, it was green for no reason, but it was delicious.<br />
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Now onto the recipe I tweeted my way through this morning: <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/4583/lemon-sorbet">lemon sorbet</a>. This will be served as a desert to follow a raclette party tonight. Much as I love raclette, it doesn't leave much room--or desire--for a pudding, but I thought that a sorbet might be nice to clear palates and make us all feel a bit less dirty after all the cheese. I've had a teaspoon of it for sampling purposes and it is delicious, very refreshing. I think it'll work a treat tonight.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-67501919619650882572011-07-25T10:08:00.000-07:002011-07-25T11:34:23.221-07:00Summer slippersI'm ever so sorry, there was an impromptu publication break this week. Better late than never, though, here is your round up.<br />
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So, that's all folks, for this week, save to update you that Grandma's cake is maturing beautifully and I have nearly crammed in a half bottle of brandy during its 'feeding' sessions. Same time next week. *Goes shopping for cream to go with the summer pudding.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com1Leeds, UK53.7996388 -1.549122099999976953.6848518 -1.8330430999999767 53.9144258 -1.265201099999977tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-29268222630958645262011-07-03T10:32:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:32:29.955-07:00Winging itSo I promised to report all flops and failures as well as the romping successes. Well, one has snuck in this week--see if you can spot it. All of the dishes have a running theme this week: I didn't have a recipe for any of them. I know, I know it <i>says</i> on the top of this blog that I'll be trying out recipes, but if you think I am so anal as to keep strictly within semantics so rigidly you must either never have met me, or this is your first time here--if so, welcome. ANYWAY, these were all things I hadn't made or cooked before.<br />
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I love Jamie Oliver. I can't cook a 30 minute meal in 30 minutes, and some of his early books have slightly odd amounts of ingredients, but I have enjoyed everything of his which I have ever made. And so, running mistrustfully from Delia, I opened <i>Happy Days with the Naked Chef</i> for solace. Sam and I had the great joy of a Friday night dinner with AC, CB, A and J, and we wanted to show off. Sam did his award-winning risotto for a starter and chicken stuffed with all sorts of nice things for a main, and I was in charge, first of all, of side dishes; the cookbook has a recipe for <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/jamie-oliver/tomato-and-runner-beans-recipe/index.html">runner beans with tomato sauce</a>.<br />
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I don't like runner beans very much, so I used green beans. Also I prefer the <i>Silver Spoon</i>'s method of of making a tomato sauce, which involves adding crushed garlic, a pinch of salt and sugar, in my case a splash of balsamic, and a tin of tomatoes to a pan, putting the lid on, and leaving it over a low heat--don't touch, stir or anything for 15 mins. Then give it a stir to break them up, and then give them another 15 minutes, still with the lid on. This method means the tomatoes lose their tinned flavour and take on an intensely garlicky flavour. Splash the sauce over the beans, which you will have steamed with lots of olive oil. This recipe typifies why I love quite a few of Jamie's recipes, especially from the Naked Chef/Ministry of Food era: his recipes work very nicely as they are, but also adapt beautifully to personal tastes.<br />
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</div>Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-20305728671233969792011-06-12T11:04:00.000-07:002011-06-12T11:20:02.673-07:00Offally badPlease excuse the terrible pun, but I feel I deserve my dodgy jokes even more than usual this week! In the name of trying to make new things, I decided to try cooking things I don't like. I hadn't eaten liver in years, and the last time I did I was in a situation where I really felt I couldn't refuse, and I did at least manage to smother it in gravy. Anyhow, I thought, with the recent renaissance in cheaper cuts of meat and offal, and my rapidly expanding eating horizons maybe now was the time to give it another chance. (A spell as a smoker has also killed of several of my tastebuds, so I was in hope that I wouldn't be able to taste it.) Anyway, armed with this <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/778677/chicken-liver-salad-with-mustard-pears-and-crisp-s">recipe</a> for chicken liver salad with mustard pears and shallot rings from Gordon Ramsay, which had lots of nice sounding bits to go with the organ (can I just say at this point, I wanted to make pate, which I know I do like, but the gentleman I live with vetoed this strategy), I decided to try it again.<br />
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Not being a complete masochist, I decided I would also make something I knew I would like: iced buns, or 'sticky buns' as we say in Yorkshire. Once, when out with best-friend-now-in-Australia F we bought a couple of iced buns and I vividly recalled her saying that they were a crap treat. I think this is a very fair assessment: there is no chocolate, no fruit, no jam, custard or cream, but those fluffy bready buns with a stripe of icing are a treat nonetheless, and I had all the ingredients for this <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/lemon_iced_buns_24468">lemony variation</a> on them in the house, so I thought I'd have a go. They were nice and simple to make--the usual knead a bit, wait a bit, knock back, divide up and wait a bit more, that you get with bready things.<br />
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Au revoir for this week, and adios to liver for good. I have no idea which direction the blog is heading in next week, so it'll be a surprise for everyone concerned.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0Leeds55.378051 -3.4359729999999942.200901 -24.84370049999999 68.555201 17.97175450000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-80795192001630639772011-06-05T12:10:00.000-07:002011-06-06T01:32:53.918-07:00On picnics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGqGLemCvXLkpzKYbXk2JU8gPxN_zC8ajBlzTaKKbgyidbr6f08HE5CwxXis0685TKXwmgNiN2pv82k_6MMmcrin0EF753AhP5cS9UQpPB9_3Th8S-IGMlcEQ4w41qw52uYstFDNH_NIN/s1600/DSCF1323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGqGLemCvXLkpzKYbXk2JU8gPxN_zC8ajBlzTaKKbgyidbr6f08HE5CwxXis0685TKXwmgNiN2pv82k_6MMmcrin0EF753AhP5cS9UQpPB9_3Th8S-IGMlcEQ4w41qw52uYstFDNH_NIN/s320/DSCF1323.JPG" width="320" /></a>Fairly early on in this project I did part of a post on picnic food, to be eaten at a sporting event. I'm afraid that this is more of the same on that score. But I make no apologies for that, I love picnics, and I particularly like swerving the expensive and usually disappointing food vans at sporting venues. We were outdoors this time though (last time I was at the velodrome in Manchester) and the sporting event, which I attended with HR, was rather more up my street: Bramham horse trials. I'm afraid that I was one of those 'Mummy I want a horse; Mummy I need a horse; Mummy I'll DIE if I don't have a horse' children, and I still love a day outdoors watching horses go over fences. ANYWAY, this is distracting from the cooking-it-for-the-first-time theme of the blog.<br />
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For afters, I made ginger loaf with butter icing, also from the picnic section in this month's Olive. The recipe produces enough for two large loaves, although they apparently keep rather well, so I'm sure they'll get eaten! This was easy peasy to make, especially with a food mixer to do all the hard work. The recipe produces flavoursome moist cake, shop bought ginger cakes tend to lack the punch which the stem ginger brought to the loaves I made. HR and I demolished rather a lot of it whilst watching John Whittaker do his stuff in some show jumping.<br />
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I heard a very interesting edition of Radio 4's Food Programme with the chomping-extra-loudly-so-you-know-she's-eating Sheila Dylan recently, in which they explained the difference between gelato and ice-cream: basically ice-cream is made with egg yolks and cream and gelato is made without egg yolks, rather less (or no) cream, and less sugar. If you've been to Italy, you'll know how good it is. As a child of the flavouring and colour fuelled 1980s, I thought I hated strawberry ice-cream for years, and would regularly swerve the pink stripe in Neapolitan cartons (remember them?!). This version had a lot of actual fruit in it, and tasted very nicely of real strawberry, rather than that sickly, bubblegum-like fruit approximation called 'strawberry flavour'.<br />
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Some recipes I undertake for this task are easier than others, and sometimes I make it easier for myself -- I'm not really a masochist. The <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2007/feb/25/foodanddrink.features9">quail eggs</a> meant I covered both these bases: the salt I made to go with them simply involved a bit of grinding, and I didn't bother boiling the eggs myself. (In my defence, not only would raw quail eggs be rather hard to find in Leeds, but the idea of peeling 12 tiny eggs [I made half quantities] did <em>not</em> appeal.) Despite my middle-class cheat of ready cooked and peeled eggs, they were very good.<br />
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I cannot serve a meal for beloved friends and not make a pudding -- it feels like I've made half a dinner -- so I made my Mum's mille-feuilles. Or rather my version of this dish, because when I rang up to find out how to make it there was 'no recipe, I just made it up to use up some pastry'. What I did was this (it made 8): I carefully divided up a piece of pre-rolled puff pastry into sixteen (using a tape measure so I got evenly sized pieces); oven-cooked the pastry for 5 minutes; microwaved a handful of raspberries and a handful of blackberries with some sugar to make 'jam'; sighed when the oven warped the pastry into different sizes; whipped some cream and halved 16 raspberries; carefully split each piece of pastry into two pieces; and then assembled them. This involved putting a layer of 'jam' on top of one pastry slice, adding cream and a halved raspberry, and finishing with a lid sprinkled with icing sugar. This is C's elegant hand enticing with you with the pudding of the day.<br />
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So that's 55 dishes down and 56 to go: next week I'll flop over the halfway mark, like the baby whale I am becoming -- expect mung beans and air on next week's menu -- and remain on track for not having to cook a thing over Christmas! Phew, and thank you so much if you read to the end of this outsize post.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-30034006512344897612011-05-20T06:32:00.000-07:002011-05-20T06:32:27.572-07:00Food for the body and soulThe healthy eating continues this week, in part at least. Wednesday saw another dinner, the focal point of which was to be the country's favourite grumpy millionaire and his troupe of wannabes scratching each other's eyes out for a £250 million investment in a business of their choice. I'd been longing for halloumi for some days so H visiting for supper was a perfect opportunity to try a new way of serving it (as well as preventing me from eating an entire block!). H is also a halloumi fiend, so the fact that we ate the entire block of cheese between us renders this <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/1167647/halloumi-with-chickpea-salsa-and-couscous">Halloumi with chickpea salsa and couscous</a> rather less healthy than indended.<br />
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So onto something once again from <i>The Hummingbird Bakery</i> <i>Cookbook</i>, and definitely not part of my current eating regime: blondies. These little delights are the white chocolate counterpart to brownies, and I made them for a bake sale at work for the <a href="http://www.mssociety.org.uk/">MS Society</a>, a cause close to my heart. So if not good for the body, they were good for the soul, and could in the long term do someone else some good.<br />
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They are very nice (Sam and I had to carry out some quality control tests before I could possibly think of donating them). As I think I've mentioned before, I can't really eat chocolate; I can have the white stuff, but generally I do find it a bit sweet. Because of the pecan nuts in these, though, they don't become sickly. <br />
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Next week I'll have a tot up and see how many dishes there are to go, but I reckon I'm still on course! And a note to C, who commented last week: I am looking into no-fun, wheat-free, gluten-free, sugar-free cakes, and will make one, but you have to come up and do some tasting!Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-32243414923932356182011-05-15T13:04:00.000-07:002011-05-15T13:04:33.524-07:00Of Human Error and Technical HitchesSo, another week, another three recipes tried, and, without wishing to sound like a Big Brother contestant, I'm learning more and more each week. This was week number two of our healthy eating regime, so recipe one was soup. I'm afraid this is another green soup, and looks not unlike the herb soup I made back in January, but I assure you this <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/2128/15minute-summer-soup">summer soup</a> is quite different. I have to own up to changing some of the ingredients. The well-known supermarket who deliver to Kirkstall Towers every week failed to bring me watercress and brought rocket instead: the horror. Also, I had some asparagus in the fridge which I concluded would be tastier, and would go off sooner than the peas in my freezer, so I switched half the amount of peas to asparagus.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7l_Bq9tDMrIkuNb1gfJYaWPAq6zjfv9VAvoVUaHzKvuIypUNlA_CFdRWg70v2FZkAvX1CTp4nnRCNMp3it8LEFBmZvWaSHCmp2sbhobTgGoEc76uEV87fPjs7UEgyVB4zNpfd-5wRYVn/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7l_Bq9tDMrIkuNb1gfJYaWPAq6zjfv9VAvoVUaHzKvuIypUNlA_CFdRWg70v2FZkAvX1CTp4nnRCNMp3it8LEFBmZvWaSHCmp2sbhobTgGoEc76uEV87fPjs7UEgyVB4zNpfd-5wRYVn/s320/049.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I served it with Nigel Slater's lazy loaf: admittedly not a new recipe, but it was a weeknight, so there. HR came round for some supper and a dose of Lord Sugar and his embarrassing underlings. I'm hesitant in saying this, as I did enjoy it, and HR and Sam made noises that indicated they did too, but I think that, like herbal tea, it smelled much nicer than it tasted. That said, no one used seasoning, it took 20 minutes to cobble together, and it was a filling, low salt, low calorie supper.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoVQ8L_UAM0A3t0CBPtCclspleCJjsmIdcx1vr5yrP3hxSL7BFStHAzRO-dioXKJgt3sgtnjiHqQhbBcjQwjJACxsLxDUYK7wH9fK1VN78XcgcC40LKbAtAN8l_E_NatOX2wBfuOR5CIR/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoVQ8L_UAM0A3t0CBPtCclspleCJjsmIdcx1vr5yrP3hxSL7BFStHAzRO-dioXKJgt3sgtnjiHqQhbBcjQwjJACxsLxDUYK7wH9fK1VN78XcgcC40LKbAtAN8l_E_NatOX2wBfuOR5CIR/s320/053.JPG" width="320" /></a>Recipe number two is a side dish. I have been experimenting with couscous for many years now, and generally find it bland and not worth chasing round my plate. However, I decided to make a tapenade style version of it, to accompany a roast chicken. I didn't have a tin or jar of anchovies to hand, but this is my recipe (I tell you because it was delicious, though I do say so myself).<br />
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Put 100g of couscous in a pan, cover (only just) with boiling water and stick the lid on. Next, get your blender out and put the following things into it: the juice of half a lemon, 90g of olives, a dessert spoon of capers, and 2 1/2 tablespoons of the oil from a jar of sun-dried tomatoes and whizz till you have a coarse paste. When time on the couscous is up, loosen it with a fork and stir through the tapenadey sauce, adding a little more oil if you think it needs it.<br />
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This made a really good side dish to accompany a basil roasted lemon chicken. It was tasty and tangy, but didn't upstage the chicken (it is my own personal belief that few things can upstage a whole roasted chicken). And boy did the tapenade make boring couscous interesting.<br />
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Lastly, I made ice-cream. My mum has always been most generous with practical gifts and I got an ice-cream maker this week for my birthday. A combination of mechanical failure and my own incompetence has meant that I ended up churning by hand (the churning was what had put me off making ice-cream before: seemed like a lot of effort!). I thought that this recipe for <a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/10955/double-honey-ice-cream">double honey ice-cream</a> was a suitably flash debut for my ice-making efforts.<br />
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Good Food rates this recipe as 'moderately easy'. I'm not sure who--certainly not those breaking their duck as an ice-cream maker--would find it anything other than 'slightly tricky'. The custard mix requires lots of attention and careful tending to ensure that there are no curdling or egg scrambling issues. I was successful in making it and it tasted good. Then I double-checked that my ice-cream maker was good to go and realised that the bowl of my ice-cream maker had to go in the freezer for 14 hours before it would freeze anything. Rookie error.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVTy0f5EQ1ILdLXzbi3yMKowCc-VRKlbEisplQ1f_tPx9x5yEoitIJLGg5-SOhyphenhyphentj0iHpaur-tJXDhPP9aRpzSDQQYK48OFzS3KDVEAHuz_EBdnwpV1crbPFTf7dadBMVMHt1OmvuUzL_/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVTy0f5EQ1ILdLXzbi3yMKowCc-VRKlbEisplQ1f_tPx9x5yEoitIJLGg5-SOhyphenhyphentj0iHpaur-tJXDhPP9aRpzSDQQYK48OFzS3KDVEAHuz_EBdnwpV1crbPFTf7dadBMVMHt1OmvuUzL_/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I froze the bowl over night and re-commenced this morning. I started by making the honeycomb. Now, Good Food usually produce flawless recipes, but the instructions for the honeycomb, which I think is essentially cinder toffee did not tell me how hot the sugar should go. I heated it until, to me eye, it was honey coloured, added the bicarb, swirled, tipped it into my baking tray, and wham bam made some rather unpleasant, sugary, chewy, sticky stuff. As I started with a very clean pan and measured my ingredients carefully I can only assume it was the temperature.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6VDxUVgiLOYGMu6rHXhvMoJ760xtPmL2C5ywQG45aKlu9cc6cU8dt8uyK_sVWSaWpqEgKajwuZzAVs00LE5gHnfoG_LOpriK9huJmWigjiPGcuG0h8BP2nE9OaOxunRrvhB0qjDrvpzM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6VDxUVgiLOYGMu6rHXhvMoJ760xtPmL2C5ywQG45aKlu9cc6cU8dt8uyK_sVWSaWpqEgKajwuZzAVs00LE5gHnfoG_LOpriK9huJmWigjiPGcuG0h8BP2nE9OaOxunRrvhB0qjDrvpzM/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The next hitch in my quest to produce ice-cream was that having frozen the bowl and assembled the ice-cream maker, its motor didn't work. So elbow grease was deployed and, even with the fumbled cinder toffee making and the failure of the machine, I produced some pretty delicious ice-cream. (N.B. I know that strictly speaking the ice-cream fails the healthy eating test, but two out of three ain't bad, and it was my birthday last week!)Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807127807332479261.post-12574221626002882552011-05-07T08:05:00.000-07:002011-05-09T03:09:33.616-07:00It doesn't have to be unhealthyI appalled my friend AP last weekend with the revelation that I had used an entire, although small, bottle of olive oil in a week's cooking. This revelation followed a protracted whinge about how all this cooking has taken a toll on my waistline -- there's no escaping it, I'm fatter than I was in January. AP then astutely pointed out that the food for this project does not have to be elaborate and rich, just new.<br />
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Sam and I were away last week, and came home laden with Italian nibbles and keen to catch up with friends A, H and M. So as part of my new not-eating-myself-to-death regime I decided to do a meal that started with salad, continued with a main, and had no dessert (the last part of that decision hurt me). For the main I dipped into <i>Happy Days with the Naked Chef </i>and made <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/jamie-oliver/chicken-in-salt-with-fennel-thyme-and-lemon-recipe/index.html">chicken in salt with fennel, thyme and lemon</a>. At this point I should tell you that you don't eat the salt -- it's discarded after cooking -- so I haven't fallen at the first hurdle of eating better!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizABfAyeEnN7fUPQ7dovrQecyHw0bsuiBQepLuN7qXOkc4rwbY3coCy4C3FmbYwt9bJs3su8lUR-h9XwttzNDiV7vJ5DITElLh55N17mcyXNQuVyip_sS34sO0oDit0TNwm7QQC6i-ep4t/s1600/DSCF1239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizABfAyeEnN7fUPQ7dovrQecyHw0bsuiBQepLuN7qXOkc4rwbY3coCy4C3FmbYwt9bJs3su8lUR-h9XwttzNDiV7vJ5DITElLh55N17mcyXNQuVyip_sS34sO0oDit0TNwm7QQC6i-ep4t/s320/DSCF1239.JPG" width="320px" /></a>Now, burying a bird in salt takes slightly longer than you'd think. Allow half an hour to make your salt coating and stuff and bury the bird. Also, the measurements in the recipe seem to be incorrect. Firstly, you do not need three kg of salt. In fact, you can tell from the pictures in the book that nothing like that much is used. I used one and a quarter kg to create a crust that looked identical to the pictures, and was as thick as they requested. Also, you do not need eight heaped tablespoons of fennel seeds. You just don't: eight tablespoons is more than a tub! I used six heaped teaspoons and we still tasted it in the meat. Anyway, having painted the chicken in a (thin) layer of olive oil, stuffed it with herbs, and buried it in salt, it looked like this.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimt3Ne1pYhp3YyESQL_6Z2x72IVEaPGArUxOw-DeY7_nD5W6Ck4Y-IQCuzwDXDn3F6axslfW2SPjF8HRCVrUohXqD4AOVL3_c3QbledEB1e2N12hVh8CcEycOHZGaPcu1gXDAz4sX8cFg5/s1600/DSCF1240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimt3Ne1pYhp3YyESQL_6Z2x72IVEaPGArUxOw-DeY7_nD5W6Ck4Y-IQCuzwDXDn3F6axslfW2SPjF8HRCVrUohXqD4AOVL3_c3QbledEB1e2N12hVh8CcEycOHZGaPcu1gXDAz4sX8cFg5/s320/DSCF1240.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div>This is a fabulous dish to bring to the table when you have people over. The eggs used in mixing the salt coating cause it to harden and form a crystal-like crust -- it peels away in huge sheets. The chicken itself was delicious. The herbs, lemon and fennel all permeated the meat (actually, so did the salt underneath the chicken, but it wasn't unpleasant). The meat was incredibly tender, with not a hint of the dryness that a roast chicken sometimes has. I have a fan oven and cooked it for an hour and 45 minutes on 180 degrees C. Here are pictures of my beautiful bird. Common sense shows the way with the recipe mistakes, and I'm still counting this one a winner. Thanks Jamie!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZExqviaSYNi0Wrs9MwLJ3YOKn8aaXH4mHA6Tn-aR3088yj7db64x4A3JE_kRwvj1H1mIHgRkJby-X_8USmgQWUhyphenhyphenXHsacrOuCnuHGRd3glMM_UZIvhljX5e7Z06o8_og7LOduMGiXuKQ/s1600/DSCF1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZExqviaSYNi0Wrs9MwLJ3YOKn8aaXH4mHA6Tn-aR3088yj7db64x4A3JE_kRwvj1H1mIHgRkJby-X_8USmgQWUhyphenhyphenXHsacrOuCnuHGRd3glMM_UZIvhljX5e7Z06o8_og7LOduMGiXuKQ/s320/DSCF1241.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div>Getting healthier still, on Tuesday this week I grilled fresh mackerel. Fish hasn't yet appeared here: Sam and I tend to avoid it, as ethically caught fish is hard to come by. Although mackerel are fine to eat in terms of fish stock levels, the ones I bought disappointed me, as they were caught by pelagic, mid-water trawling -- while this doesn't damage the sea bed, it is still liable to catch other creatures, like dolphins. For more information on fishing techniques, <a href="http://www.greenpeace.org/international/seafood/understanding-the-problem">Greenpeace</a> have a good site on it. (I'll climb off my soapbox, now, it's giving me vertigo.)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyYGju4cNupI26TS9JesyqOWnNGxEdeeazDMLv5yShKRT-HZiO4sqm6D6AUi81cs-XBFS3uJb1qeh9IGCvpXybN0SnGSBjT2IbNCQAl4x3FlBNQncCfxbVbZaNKqIrIUrQ1h3D9y6L5No/s1600/DSCF1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyYGju4cNupI26TS9JesyqOWnNGxEdeeazDMLv5yShKRT-HZiO4sqm6D6AUi81cs-XBFS3uJb1qeh9IGCvpXybN0SnGSBjT2IbNCQAl4x3FlBNQncCfxbVbZaNKqIrIUrQ1h3D9y6L5No/s320/DSCF1244.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div>Anyway, the fish was bought, so it had to be cooked. I didn't bother with a recipe for this, although I took a hint from a James Martin recipe and spread my fillets with wholegrain mustard before I shoved them under a hot grill for between five and ten minutes (sorry, I forgot to time it). AP told me that a healthy plate of food should be 50 per cent vegetables, 25 per cent protein and 25 per cent carbohydrates (I should mention, here, that she is qualified to give advice on the topic). I served the fish with some boiled new potatoes: putting them into a bowl after cooking, I stirred them roughly with a fork and added a squeeze of lemon juice, a drop of olive oil, and some ground pepper and a tiny bit of salt. The combination of potato starch and lemon and olive oil made a creamy coating on the potatoes, and I recommend this to you. I also served with tomatoes (nice for cutting through the oil in the fish) and asparagus. It was a lovely meal, which we felt very smug eating in front of the telly watching <em>Supersize vs Superskinny</em>.<br />
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Butter will definitely be taking a back seat in my kitchen for a while: despite the fact that it makes everything taste so nice, I really don't want to end up the size of a baby hippo. Forty-two down.Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135454594637096429noreply@blogger.com0