tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147811145537248322024-03-06T07:01:35.954+00:00Experimental ThursdayWhat if you could cook? What if you had literally dozens of cookbooks sat on your shelves? And what if one night a week, you took down one of those books and cooked one of those recipes for the very first time, just to see what would happen?Lyn Colletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730146895303181300noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-56374528906400388932012-09-12T13:24:00.000+01:002012-09-12T13:24:01.691+01:00The Year Gone ByThe arrival of the first big bag of rainbow chard in last week's veg box gave me pause for thought. Could it really be a year since I ordered that first box? And could it really be a year since I tried to institute Experimental Thursday and began this blog? Surely not. But a quick look here confirmed that indeed it was and, more importantly, it was also a very long time since I had written here at all.<br />
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I don't intend to apologise - it's been a busy year and since I'm writing this for myself rather than anyone else (and noone's really read it anyway), all I intend to say to myself is "Life has been busy this year and blogging is meant to be fun, not a chore". What did make me a little sad though was the realisation that our second attempt at ET, which we kicked off in the New Year, lasted a lot longer than the blog suggests as we definitely made it all the way through February and a little way through March too. Not covered here are such treats as Upside-Down Vegetable Cake from Leith's Vegetarian Bible, a Morrocan vegetable tagine served with giant couscous, which I sort of invented myself, and Ina Garten's fruit soda bread (all of which were delicious) and then the surprisingly disappointing Eli's Asian Salmon from the same book, which I did with orange-honey glazed carrots and noodles. It all sounded great in theory but didn't quite work in practice. There was also the wonderful sweet corn and salmon chowder from Cooking for Baby and the tasty corn and red pepper muffins from Kitchen Classics: Soups and Breads, the lovely Battered Amritsari Sole from Anjum's New Indian and a very tasty Marzipan Fruit Cake that Baby Bird and I made for Daddy's birthday at the start of March. That was lots of fun although I can confirm that marzipan is very hard to wash out of a toddler's hair and you should never leave them playing with the mixing bowl while you turn round to pop a cake in the oven!<br />
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Later in the year, the idea has occasionally resurfaced and we've had a random little experiment. We've made homemade pizzas with the help of Linda McCartney, something which has become a family favourite, and have also tried out Valentine Warner's langoustine risotto and Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's roasted squash with shallots and merguez chickpeas (the latter proving more popular than the former) and just the other week I tried out a couple of really tasty courgette tarts, one with tomatoes and the other with ricotta. <br />
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It's a shame the stories that went with the recipes have largely been lost as so many day-to-day moments are. Still, there's a few pics to mark these simple meals and if this is the worst thing I can thing of in my life to complain about, things really are pretty great.<br />
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However, standing in the kitchen, wondering what to do with that bag of chard, I did think that it might be nice to come back here and start up again. Maybe it will be third time lucky? We certainly cook more adventurously now than we did a year ago, so in one sense, Experimental Thursday has been a great success, even if we did not manage to maintain the discipline necessary to make and write about something every week. What we have done has been fun though, and it's time once more to come up with something interesting to do with chard. So let's step into this new season with renewed purpose and see what happens.Lyn Colletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07730146895303181300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-86595198607720050182012-01-31T23:07:00.002+00:002012-01-31T23:07:38.495+00:0052 Cookbook Challenge, Week 4: Annabel Karmel's Family Meal Planner<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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This book was a gift from a well-meaning friend with older children. It was very thoughtful of her (and also no doubt served to clear some space on her shelves, relieving her of a book that I doubt she will have used in about ten years!) and I didn't wish to appear ungrateful. I was also pretty new to feeding Baby Bird and had heard so much about the guru of UK babyfood. "Everybody" swore by her.<br />
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All I can say is, I can only imagine that those who swear by her don't eat her food themselves. I'm not in the least bit in love with her recipes. I started off with the <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0091924855/ref=s9_simh_gw_p14_d0_g14_i2?pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_s=center-2&pf_rd_r=0Y7J1PXWN4WGKB8VQYJ2&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=467128533&pf_rd_i=468294">Complete Baby & Toddler Meal Planner</a> and made a quite a few of those recipes in the early days. Some were ok, others were pretty bland but, hey, I thought babyfood was meant to taste that way. Then I did <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Baby-led-Weaning-Helping-Your-Baby/dp/0091923808/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1328049392&sr=1-2">a bit more reading</a>, and a bit more thinking. I did a bit more experimenting and found some far tastier recipes that followed <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cooking-Baby-Wholesome-Homemade-Delicious/dp/1845432886/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1328049509&sr=1-1">the more conventional approach to babyfood</a>, but I also embraced baby-led weaning. I have to say, since then, I haven't looked back. Life is much easier now I cook one meal for all of us and Baby Bird is proving adventurous in her eating at the moment. I think I've said before that she tends to only eat quite small quantities of food, but she seems enthusiastic about trying new things and will generally take at least a mouthful before dismissing a meal. It also turns out that she enjoys far stronger flavours than I expected. I'm now firmly of the view that children prefer bland food because that is what we feed them as babies. We condition them to eat food that tastes like wallpaper paste, then they hit 4 or 5 and we suddenly decide they can eat what we eat and wonder why they balk at the overwhelming array of strong flavour on offer. I'm realistic enough to realise that an adventurous eater now may not be an adventurous eater in a few months or years time, but I do hope that by at least giving her a chance to try things now, it will sow the seeds for a broader palate in later life.<br />
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The more I cooked for my daughter, and the more I discovered what she was capable of enjoying, the more I realised why I had been so uninspired by those early Annabel Karmel recipes. Everything is so bland. It's like eating watercolour paintings of family favourites, rather than the family favourites themselves. I'm sure there are plenty of people who will disagree with me (if you do, please tell me all about it, I'd love to hear), but I'm going to come out and say it: I don't care for her recipes. While Popeye Pasta continues to be popular and Annabel certainly gives you the bones of a great cheese sauce, I haven't returned to her books other than to glance through the lists of foods that can be introduced at different stages and, occasionally, when I'm struggling for ways to introduce meat to my small person's diet. In fact, now I come to think about it, I haven't even stuck to her Popeye Pasta recipe (I do a hearty cheese sauce and then stir loads of frozen spinach into it and season with pepper and nutmeg and sometimes some garlic powder). Still, I knew I was going to have to use some of my less popular books at some point (that will teach me for hoarding things I don't like and never use) and I figured I may as well get one out of the way early on. No sense using all the good books now and being left with the run into Christmas being the boring, the unloved and the unlovely.<br />
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So, trying to keep an open mind, I pulled down Annabel's Family Meal Planner. It is freezing cold today and I wanted a quick, simple soup to serve for lunch with some Red Leicester and Onion rolls that I had picked up in Sainsbury's. I also wanted to squeeze in one last challenge recipe before the end of January, to make up for last week having passed me by before I even realised what had happened. So what if technically I missed last week completely - if I do two books this week, one in January and one in February, I think we can call it good. After all, it's my challenge and I can fudge the rules a bit around the edges if I want to. The lentil soup looked promising: Baby Bird is a fan of lentils, Lovely Lentils was one of the few meals that we both enjoyed, and I had everything I needed hanging about in the fridge and pantry. Score!<br />
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Hmm. Maybe not. While you certainly have the bare bones of a good lentil soup here, the addition of parsley doesn't really cut it for me. I think lentils needs bit more oomph. The flavours were clean and fresh, which I enjoyed, but there was nothing particularly memorable about this soup. It perhaps needs a touch of fennel to really play up the freshness, or a touch of spice to play up the earthy lentils, or perhaps the addition of a handful or two of green lentils for added depth and texture. I'm tempted to melt some cheese into it next time, as it definitely tasted best when we dunked the cheesy rolls. I'll give it one last skim in the morning, but I'm planning to send this book to the charity shop I think. Someone else may love, I never will.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-74483589055592995302012-01-31T22:23:00.001+00:002012-01-31T22:23:45.554+00:0052 Cookbook Challenge, Week 3: Ursula Ferrigno - Real Fast Vegetarian Food<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRdIZNMaoFomWLd6_KNzAuwsk1VeaUh9ll7xPfE2HxmObY-u3vl5KlweliJjEOqjSgXrTYeKvKCcHNH4MR-v6b55nxBntSr-8WhUQCh1YgDLfxpr2V-8umphtX7O-7eBeQ1L_GgsR9nze/s1600/IMG_1310.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/AVvXsEjFRdIZNMaoFomWLd6_KNzAuwsk1VeaUh9ll7xPfE2HxmObY-u3vl5KlweliJjEOqjSgXrTYeKvKCcHNH4MR-v6b55nxBntSr-8WhUQCh1YgDLfxpr2V-8umphtX7O-7eBeQ1L_GgsR9nze/s320/IMG_1310.jpg" width="240" /></a>I've had <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Real-Fast-Vegetarian-Ursula-Ferrigno/dp/1843580071/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1328047419&sr=1-1">this book</a> for years. I bought it back in my hardcore veggie student days and it has seen good service. However, despite owning it for about 14 years and being a massive fan of it's Mediterranean style, there's still tons of things I haven't made. I do highly recommend the mushroom tart (I've spoken of this before, <a href="http://www.experimentalthursday.blogspot.com/2011/09/shallow-tart-of-chard-and-cheese.html">when talking about quiche</a>) and there is a delicious fennel soup recipe that I love - it is soothing, piquant and, ahem..., very cleansing, perfect if you are feeling a little under the weather. There's a lovely spicy aubergine pasta that has been up several mountains with me (tastes great cold, even better kept hot in a Thermos, and is a great source of energy on a long walk), and I've made a bunch of the other pasta sauces and the melanzane a few times too. However, as so often with a long-used book, I find I go back to it for the same few recipes, rather than taking it down to browse a-fresh and see if things grab me now that didn't previously or to remind myself of the many things that almost made it onto the plate but were passed over in favour of something else. (one of the nice things about the challenge so far is the first two books are now littered with post-it notes to remind us of the other things we wanted to try but for various reasons didn't choose for our Experimental meal.<br />
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Anyway, the decision to pull this book down off the shelf was partly due to wanting something quick and easy for Thursday's supper. It had been a busy week and it was just me and Baby Bird so I also wanted something appealing to my little bean-muncher. I opted for Bean Hotpot. A delicious blend of three types of bean (butterbeans, cannellini and kidney beans went into ours), with tomato, garlic, onion. It was great. We covered it in Parmesan and both happily tucked in. The leftovers reappeared for Saturday's supper, this time with Hubby in attendance and a garlic bread accompaniment. Again, massively popular with all family members. We will be making this again. It will make a great packed lunch for Hubby on those days when he is unlikely to make it home for dinner and can't face another take-away and it is so quick and simple to make that I can make it while Baby Bird potters around without too much bother. I'd love to show you a pic so you could see how tasty it was. Sadly, they were lost in The Great iPhone Update Debacle of January 2012, which has taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of regularly backing up my phone to my PC, and also about how wise it is to just get on a blog about things before I have a chance to get distracted (or to lose things). If I hadn't got three weeks behind, you'd be looking at a pic of a bean hotpot right now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-24352728234619006452012-01-31T22:01:00.002+00:002012-01-31T22:01:39.459+00:0052 Cookbook Challenge, Week 2: Rachel Allen - BakeSo, week 2 saw me baking. Hubby's team at work were all putting in massively long hours dealing with year end and were in need of a little motivation. This is usually furnished in the form of cake, and this week was no exception. Hubby selected two tempting treats from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bake-Rachel-Allen/dp/0007259700/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1328045434&sr=8-1">Rachel Allen's Bake</a>: Finnish cake with crystallised ginger and Dutch Apple Cake.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwBdJur5de6u3Jeg4hqsF-UAfYL-xrPWeYAn-fsH9dhB_krxglonZTagOt86tCMRL3_-YS9yfVqHzt8mDtso9UctCTyG84x_Ks1FnMq32VTPKbKjpp0rGwaDycVVRnOrosMNeiYbUyb5C/s1600/IMG_1500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwBdJur5de6u3Jeg4hqsF-UAfYL-xrPWeYAn-fsH9dhB_krxglonZTagOt86tCMRL3_-YS9yfVqHzt8mDtso9UctCTyG84x_Ks1FnMq32VTPKbKjpp0rGwaDycVVRnOrosMNeiYbUyb5C/s320/IMG_1500.jpg" width="240" /></a>Still, it went down ok with a cup of coffee the next morning. I wouldn't say this was a favourite - I personally don't like crystallised ginger (it reminds me of soap for some reason) and it wasn't as popular with Hubby's work colleagues as some of my other offerings have been. However, the cake was light but with good texture and I liked the spiciness (cinnamon and mixed spice feature prominently in the mix as well as ginger). I'm thinking I will try this again but with cherries instead of the ginger pieces.<br />
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On to the Dutch Apple Cake. This was a bit fiddly to make and involved eons of hand whisking. I'm very glad I have an electric hand-whisk as otherwise I think my arm would have fallen off. I'm not convinced I quite got the mixture right. I'm not sure if I underwhisked or if I didn't understand the comment about whisking until the beaters traced a figure of eight properly (should the figure of eight remain visible?). Either way, I found it a little fiddly to make the batter. I'm more from the school of lump it in a bowl and mix it up and this called for a little more finesse. I'm not entirely convinced it needed to be as complicated as it is though, and that is probably a comment I would level at many of Rachel Allen's recipes. (Her buttercream recipe, for example, is significantly more complicated and involved than any other recipe I have ever seen, and I'm not at all convinced the added complications result in a better flavour than my granny's tried and tested "mix butter and icing sugar until blended, add flavour and/or colour, ice cake" approach.) Still, I persevered and followed the recipe as carefully as I could. Here is my cake before baking.<br />
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The recipe informed me that the apples would sink but not to worry, they were supposed to. I was therefore more than a little concerned to remove this from the oven.<br />
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Hmm... I tweeted Rachel herself seeking guidance. (Yes, I'm that sad!) Where had I gone wrong? The response? "Don't worry, sometimes mine don't sink either". Well, it was comforting to know the cake wasn't likely to kill anyone, but did leave me rather questioning the consistency of both recipe and cook... The book is beautiful to look at and has some very tempting recipes, but I think I may be a little more willing to go off-piste and to simplify them in future. I very much want to try the red velvet cake though - that looks divine - but I shall have to leave that to another week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-13059624000716618232012-01-21T20:00:00.000+00:002012-01-21T20:00:04.554+00:0052 Cookbook Challenge, Week 1 Part 3We were really gripped with enthusiasm this week so Sunday supper was another Experimental offering from Feed Me Now. This time, Baked Whole Fish and Lemon Potatoes. <br />
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We opted to use fillets of plaice rather than a whole fish, on account of the number of us vs. the size of whole fish and also the bones - it is far less faff to check a fillet for bones before giving it to the little one than it is to debone a whole fish. This was another really easy make. <br />
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The fish was similarly easy. Coriander, spring onions and chilli flakes (dialled down a little as Hubby doesn't like too much spice and Baby Bird is interested in spice but i didnt want to put her off by going too nuts) are blended with a little olive oil and then rubbed all over the fish. <span style="text-align: left;">I put some of the paste between the fillets, which I rested on top of each other, skin-sides out. Then pop the lot in the oven and bake until just cooked.We added some steamed broccoli and then both adults happily tucked in.</span><br />
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Baby Bird was more sceptical. I had expected her to like the potatoes (she usually adores roasties) but I think she found the lemony flavour, which thanks to the style of cooking permeates each chunk completely, a bit over-powering. She did eat some of the fish and seemed to quite enjoy that, but mostly ended up with cheese and breadsticks again.Overall, this one was less popular than the previous night's filo pie, but I will definitely make the potatoes again and will be experimenting with different fish.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-10049098431744938202012-01-11T13:40:00.001+00:002012-01-11T13:40:05.527+00:0052 Cookbook Challenge, Week 1: Bill Granger, Feed Me Now<br />
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We decided to begin with <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Feed-Me-Now-Bill-Granger/dp/1844007065/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1326288533&sr=8-7">our most recent Bill Granger purchase</a>. I think Hubby bought me this for my birthday or maybe our anniversary a year or two ago but (shamefully) I don't quite remember. Either way, we haven't actually made anything from it yet, despite taking it down and salivating over the pages on a number of occasions.<br />
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This is a lovely coffee table sized book filled with gorgeous photos. Bill's intro and chapter headings are as warm, inviting and encouraging as in all his other books and I found myself commenting to Hubby as I do whenever I see his TV programmes that I both love and hate him. The mixed feelings are born entirely from envy: he seems so at ease, so comfortable and thoroughly blessed, with his cute wife and his cute kids and his lovely beach house and, well, you get the picture.<br />
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Setting aside his practically perfect "Mary Poppins" persona, which could border on smug if he didn't seem like such a thoroughly nice guy, the guy knows how to cook. His style is relaxed, family fare; the kind of thing I would serve in the imaginary picnics that I create in my head where all my friends and family somehow appear and the sun shines long into the evening and we all sit around nibbling on this and that and everyone laughs and... Oh, yes, the imaginary picnics where all of us, including me are other than we actually are and the weather comes from the mythical "olden days". More realistically, Bill offers a tempting mix of Mediterranean and Oriental/Pacific Rim flavours, with lots of perfect BBQ foods (as you might expect if indulging Australian stereotypes). His ethos is healthy, balanced eating. Just leafing through his books inspires me to eat better, lose weight and generally get outdoors. The Tabbouleh recipe from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Simply-Bill-Granger/dp/1740453638/ref=pd_sim_b_5">Simply Bill</a> has featured at most of the summer parties and BBQs I have hosted over the last three years and I've already blogged about his healthier take on <a href="http://www.experimentalthursday.blogspot.com/2011/10/home-made-fish-fingers-and-home-baked.html">fish & chips</a>, which was popular with all three of us.<br />
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So, we were pretty excited about this week's challenge (this may have had something to do with Hubby's suggestion we start with this one...)It took us quite a while to pick what to make. It was tempting to start with breakfast, it being our favourite meal of the day (more on this anon) and it took a lot of willpower not to dive into the afternoon tea and dessert chapters. A number of post-it notes have been left in the book from the shortlist for this week's challenge in the hopes of reminding us to look in here again and we have already worked out the menu for the next time our best friends and their kids come to stay!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMqdmWPsTZzQwyAdDQpEDSPBuyLHBHNsv7vhbXoD6X-28UiritWoRJP-NCqQem-mTawBARcdA5L6YhYMQZhsIL5FaX6NYGo4-l-3hKx-cVwkWyFf3XZ0gyZeomh_icyzvqJ4P3pkaAV4x/s1600/IMG_1470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMqdmWPsTZzQwyAdDQpEDSPBuyLHBHNsv7vhbXoD6X-28UiritWoRJP-NCqQem-mTawBARcdA5L6YhYMQZhsIL5FaX6NYGo4-l-3hKx-cVwkWyFf3XZ0gyZeomh_icyzvqJ4P3pkaAV4x/s320/IMG_1470.jpg" width="240" /></a>What did we end up with? Well, we wanted something for Saturday dinner that would be satisfying but not too heavy as we had already eaten a fairly big brunch. We also wanted to use up some veggies from the latest box, so we ended up choosing the Cheese and Mixed Greens Filo Pie from p.166.<br />
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With only two and a half of us, I halved the recipe which gave us enough for dinner and a small amount for Monday's lunch. If I had space in the freezer, I would have made the full amount but in two small tins rather than one big one, as Bill informs us you can freeze this before baking and I think it would be pretty great to have one of these lurking in the freezer for when you need an impromptu lunch for guests (these things DO happen!), especially in the summer. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8fgEgscCXNQceJJxBV_HZkUQUD8yVW0BvqNjFbd0DxymfKypKeNZYopEXahmKcY61_JskQPrZcEGCtAe3I_Y0Hw0zkChjF1rFJs8uz8XGtJ4dPz6foRvX3Os959nuJYC8e4XsiWm9_UfL/s1600/IMG_1472.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/AVvXsEg8fgEgscCXNQceJJxBV_HZkUQUD8yVW0BvqNjFbd0DxymfKypKeNZYopEXahmKcY61_JskQPrZcEGCtAe3I_Y0Hw0zkChjF1rFJs8uz8XGtJ4dPz6foRvX3Os959nuJYC8e4XsiWm9_UfL/s320/IMG_1472.jpg" width="240" /></a>It is an easy make. The only snag I hit was with wilting the mixed greens (we used spinach and Swiss chard). I'm not quite sure what happened but I must have been a little too thorough with drying the leaves after washing as some of them stuck and charred a little in the bottom of the pan. I made one slight tweak to the recipe, using Philadelphia instead of ricotta, owing to the latter not being available in the supermarket this week while the former was in the fridge. I was really pleased with the finished result. It looked and tasted great. When sliced, it held together well and was moist without being watery (a problem I've had with previous pastry/spinach combinations). The feta and mint gave it a pleasant flavoursome punch, while the filo added crunch and the greens gave it peppery substance. We accompanied it with a simple roast pepper and tomato salad as suggested by Bill. This meal will definitely reappear as we head into summer. We could practically feel the warm sun on our backs and taste the chilled white or iced rosé that would accompany it. Hubby was incredibly enthusiastic about a meal that lacked any meat at all and included a large amount of very healthy veg. I had expected to like this, but was surprised when he agreed to try this over a host of very tempting meaty and fishy alternatives.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-75599355137882636102012-01-07T18:21:00.001+00:002012-01-14T20:59:33.592+00:0052 Cookbook Challenge: Week 1 Part 2Spurred on by the success of the filo pie and the enthusiasm of a new endeavour, we made not one but three recipes last week. We continued with cinnamon crunch muesli (I told you breakfast would be a recurring theme). <br />
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This was easy-peasy, involving melting butter, sugar and cinnamon in a pan, combining it with rolled oats and chopped almonds, and baking the whole lot in the oven for half an hour, stirring regularly. I whipped it up while waiting for the filo pie to cook and baked it while Baby Bird and Hubby watched Waybuloo. <br />
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Cut finger notwithstanding, this was a big success. We've added it to yoghurt and fruit for breakfast, stirred it into rice pudding, vanilla custard and apple purée for quick desserts for Baby bird and even sprinkled it on Carte d'Or Cinnamon Caramel Waffle icecream for a naughty treat for the grown-ups after she has gone to bed. I can see this becoming a permanent store cupboard fixture. Might add dried cranberries next time...<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EfvSxbfS2jfICJyjw9BQaCYt7Xu7wJjVXrQqRCra2Oo2OU-ppr12YkTqXrplSq8C2ZJSGwpDykiqNv5rFNqrVhp_5s8uoT5UkFNiC2UhqiIOOwT6fnMcCR1-KP1x5VWCG2HWUN4hXygv/s640/blogger-image-897416772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EfvSxbfS2jfICJyjw9BQaCYt7Xu7wJjVXrQqRCra2Oo2OU-ppr12YkTqXrplSq8C2ZJSGwpDykiqNv5rFNqrVhp_5s8uoT5UkFNiC2UhqiIOOwT6fnMcCR1-KP1x5VWCG2HWUN4hXygv/s640/blogger-image-897416772.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-66267741625321284062012-01-01T17:03:00.001+00:002012-01-11T13:40:43.379+00:00A fresh startHappy New Year! <br />
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I've been catching up on some blog reading. Seeing all the promises of improved blogging endeavours and new challenges being proposed got me wondering: how many new blogs get started on in January? Or how many are, like this one, resurrected, with promises of regular updates. I'm loathe to join the usual round of overly ambitious commitments made at this time of year, triggered no doubt by a combination of the irresistible fresh start offered by a new year and the feeling of overindulgence and lethargy that overtakes us at the end of the festive period.<br />
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Things kind of petered out last year. Not so much on the cooking front, but definitely on the blogging front. I kept on cooking, but didn't take pictures and didn't bother to write things down. So there's quite a lot missing. For instance, Baby Bird's birthday in October featured ham and mushroom muffins and Hubby's first foray into baking, some very delicious (if a little spicy) cheese and onion muffins, both taken from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hummingbird-Bakery-Cookbook-Tarek-Malouf/dp/1845978307/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1325951746&sr=8-2">The Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook</a>, along with carrot cupcakes from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cooking-Baby-Wholesome-Homemade-Delicious/dp/1845432886/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325951830&sr=1-1">Cooking for Baby</a>. I also made two batches of cupcakes that don't strictly count as Experimental Thursday recipes, since they were adapted from loafcake recipes (lemon drizzle, taken from a recipe in <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/How-Be-Domestic-Goddess-Comfort/dp/0701171081/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325952004&sr=1-1">Nigella Lawson's How to be a Domestic Goddess</a>, and beetroot, <a href="http://experimentalthursday.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-to-do-with-beetroot.html">about which I blogged earlier</a>). Main lesson: I need to practice making cream cheese frosting. You see, if I'd just taken some pics, that would have been a great blog-post right there. Baby's Experimental Birthday.<br />
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Other highlights were a gratin of Cavolo Nero, a Bill Granger fish curry and <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Nutmeg-Custard-Marcus-Wareing/dp/0593062116/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1325952780&sr=8-3">Marcus Wareing</a>'s Pumpkin and Spinach Cannelloni. Will have to make the last one again and take some pics this time, since it was utterly delicious and really deserves to be raved about. It was a fiddly make, but well worth it.<br />
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So, let's see if I can do a little better this year. No promises, but let's try.<br />
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To reinvigorate things, I'm using the New Year as a fresh start and setting myself the 52 Cookbook Challenge. You see, I was inspecting my shelf of cookbooks a couple of weeks ago.<br />
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Yep, there they are. There's quite a few. Around 60 in fact. Most are much loved. Many are often thumbed through in quiet moments over a cup of tea. Far too few are actually used. Experimental Thursday was cooked up in part to remedy this, but glancing back at my forays so far, I'm mostly picking up the same one or two books. So this year, the aim is to cook something new from a different book each week. Hubby is very much on board this time, and appears quite excited about the 52 Cookbook Challenge. He has been thumbing through the first book with gusto, and making a shopping list for this week's offering. Hopefully his encouragement will be the spur I need to actually keep going, as I do enjoy writing about what I am cooking.<br />
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Will we manage all 52 weeks? Possibly not, but let's not sweat it. It's only a bit of fun. Let's not write ourselves off before we start though. We're admittedly starting a little late (this week will be an Experimental Saturday) as Baby Bird and I were away, but the Thursday aspect is hardly the most important! Let's see what happens.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-72849760383914035352011-10-19T21:45:00.000+01:002012-01-11T13:41:45.376+00:00Autumn on a plate - butter bean and butternut bake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I felt so bad about forgetting to take pictures of the fish and chips, that I decided to give you some action shots of my next Experimental Thursday offering. It also gave me a chance to try and practice my food photography, which I will concede is currently pretty poor. I was looking back at the Scallops with Pea Pesto. That photo really does not come close to conveying how incredibly yummy that plate of food was. I have a lot to learn. Bear with me though and I will give it a go.</div>
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So, last Thursday, it finally felt properly like autumn. We woke to my favourite kind of autumn morning - beautiful bright sunshine in a cloudless, almost aquamarine sky, but deceptively crisp and fresh once outdoors. The kind of morning when you need a hat but a good cardigan (of which, as a knitter, I am pleased to say I have many) will suffice instead of a coat. Baby Bird and I headed to the park early in the morning and returned home chilled but not cold. After snuggling her down for a nice nap, I headed to the kitchen to steal a march on dinner (safe in the knowledge the freezer was already full of soup options for lunch). </div>
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Making dinner while Baby Bird is sleeping is infinitely easier than trying to contain or distract her while I make it when she is awake. It means that I can serve her meal within a few minutes of it being required later in the day, either by standing it in a bowl of hot water or reheating gently on the stove, rather than having to wait for a volcanically hot oven fresh meal to cool enough for her to eat. Plus it gave me a chance to properly road-test whether the latest Experimental Thursday meal is a candidate for becoming a family regular. With just two and a half people, meals need to either be capable of being made quickly and in small portions or capable of being reheated or frozen so that they can feed us for a couple of days. I find autumn lends itself to the latter kind of dish both in feel and in produce. Lasagne, casseroles, stews, gratins, bakes. All meals which could easily tip over into stodge; in fact, meals that should be a little stodgy, since the cold and the dark demand comfort and succour. All meals that benefit from the addition of the plethora of beautiful root vegetables that start to appear in our shops and markets as the nights draw in and we head towards the pumpkin's annual moment of glory.</div>
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So, with that in mind, and after rooting around in the fridge and pantry to see what needed eating up, I pulled out <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Leiths-Vegetarian-Bible-Polly-Tyrer/dp/0747557160/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1319053842&sr=8-2">Leiths Vegetarian Bible</a>. This is not a book I use often, and as I leafed through its many, many pages I simultaneously wondered and knew why. This is not food porn, like most of my favourite cookery books. There are no witty anecdotes, no unctious descriptions, but, most strikingly, there are no pictures. This is a serious, hardcore cookbook in the old-fashioned style. There is no celebrity chef's personality getting in the way of the food and no overtly preachy message. Instead there is page after page of things you can do with vegetables. There are salads, salsas, side dishes a plenty, but also page after page of dishes that would make any vegetarian house-guest sing your praises for years. Dishes that can rightly and legitimately claim to be complete in and of themselves, without any pesky animals intruding on the action. Looking at this book reminded me of why I loved being a vegetarian (back in the days when I did things properly and avoided fish) and why I should really make more of an effort to introduce Hubby to the wonders that can be achieved with a few veg and a little thought. So, I knew I didn't use this book more because I get caught up in salivating over the luscious photos and the oozing prose in many modern cookbooks, but I resolved to look beyond the window-dressing more regularly and explore this fabulous vegetarian encyclopaedia more often.</div>
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What did I come up with? Well, amongst the things lurking in the larder was a butternut squash. What could be more autumnal than the bright orange flesh of this lovely tasty veg? A gentle browse through the squash recipes yielded the Butter Bean and Butternut Bake on pg 320. Since discovering succotash in a <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cooking-Baby-Wholesome-Homemade-Delicious/dp/1845432886/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319054759&sr=8-1">baby food cookbook</a> a couple of months ago, I have usually got a tin of butter beans in the house (I know I should probably by dried and soak them but I rarely plan far enough ahead for that - I have the same problem with chickpeas and other pulses so mostly go for tinned unless you can cook them from dried). As my eyes wandered down the list of ingredients, I got more and more excited. This is a bright, colourful dish which includes many of my favourite vegetables. </div>
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But look at it. Seriously, if this dish isn't autumn on a plate, I don't know what is. <br />
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The best bit comes after you gently brown the veg, when you add stock and tomato purée, cover and simmer for fifteen minutes. When you take the lid off to give it a stir, the most amazing fug hits you in the face. Warm, sweet and soothing, with an fresh aniseed top-note. This is like wearing an alpaca cardigan on a cold crisp morning - comforting and invigorating all at once. <br />
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That, however, really is nit-picking about was a very tasty and wonderfully cosy supper, served (successfully) reheated along side some green beans and peas and enjoyed by the whole family (although, as often happens, in three separate sittings). The dish is complete in itself and even the carnivorous Hubby conceded that he didn't miss the meat. If you have a vegetarian friend coming for supper, be brave, be seasonal and serve this to the whole party. I really don't think anyone could be disappointed with this cheeringly colourful and wonderfully flavoursome dish. Hell, even if you are all confirmed meat-eaters, you might still enjoy it.<br />
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Two Thursdays ago, I told you about Hubby's request for fish and chips and my search for a version that did not involve a deep-fat fryer, both for the practical reason that I don't own one and the heart-attack preventing reason that I don't think it is a terribly good idea to put that kind of temptation into your own home. It's rather like buying a packet of biscuits - once they are in the house, they call to you and before you know it, you've devoured the whole lot in an afternoon.<br />
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Anyway, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/1740453638/ref=s9_simh_gw_p14_d14_g14_i1?pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_s=center-3&pf_rd_r=07GVYRX9WJ3ZX7A2H1TW&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=467128473&pf_rd_i=468294">Bill Granger</a> did indeed come up trumps. I'm certainly not saying we shall never again grab our wallets and head for the local chippy, but his home-made fish fingers and home-baked fries were delicious. Absolutely delicious. They made the perfect family tea when Hubby unexpectedly managed to escape the office early and get home in time for Baby Bird's rather early 5:30 supper time.<br />
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I used haddock for the fish fingers, being a little easier to come by round here than Bill's preferred flathead and brown bread for the Parmesan crumb on the fish, which I think added a pleasant feeling of substance. Once shallow fried, they were a gorgeous mahogany brown colour and tasted fantastic. The trick appears to be to only cook them for a couple of minutes each side so that the fish is just cooked through but it hasn't flaked into a million pieces. <br />
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The fries were surprisingly good: simply toss in groundnut oil and season with salt and pepper before throwing in the oven. I dialled the salt right down for the cooking and then added a little extra to Hubby's and mine once I'd served Baby Bird's. She loved the fries, and the broccoli trees that I steamed to accompany them. She also wolfed down a good portion of the yummy upmarket mushy peas taken from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/How-Eat-Pleasures-Principles-Cookery/dp/0701169117/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1319051875&sr=1-1">Nigella Lawson's How to Cook</a>. Best of all, in her opinion, seemed to be the tartare sauce, which I took from the original <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/haddock_goujons_chips_57280">James Martin recipe</a> that prompted this whole adventure. She loved this. It seems that strong flavours really are her thing as she went nuts for the heady combination of gherkins, capers and dill that made this a welcome and piquant accompaniment for both fish and spuds. In fact, probably the only bit she didn't really like was the fish fingers! I think I may have to accept that she really doesn't like white fish. Hubby and I, on the other hand, loved them.<br />
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All in all, this was a great family meal. The cooking was relatively simple and fairly quick, easily accomplished in just over half an hour while listening to Hubby read stories to our little one (although I confess I did make the tartare sauce earlier in the day while she was sleeping - home-made mayonnaise requires concentration I find). The eating was fun, lending itself to fingers rather than forks and so perfect for little ones. It also felt like a much healthier and more nurturing alternative to plonking some orange reformed fish fingers and oven chips on a baking tray (but believe me, such things lurk in my freezer for the days when life is just too hectic), so it ticked all my Mummy boxes too.<br />
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My only mistake? I didn't think about taking a picture until we'd devoured the lot...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-43309001002449579422011-10-06T15:32:00.000+01:002012-01-15T14:32:11.161+00:00Fish and Chip SupperHubby sent me an email the other day. No text, just <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/haddock_goujons_chips_57280">this link</a> - it didn't take a genius to figure out what he wanted me to do. So this Thursday will be fish and chips.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We love fish and chips. We have many fond memories of fish and chip suppers together. The first meal we ate in this house was fish and chips (although I may have had scampi), eaten straight from the papers, with our fingers, sat on the living room floor as we had no furniture, and washed down with wine drunk, oh so classily, from the bottle because, in my excitement about collecting the keys, I remembered the wine but not the glasses. We've used fish and chips to cater for large groups - our local chip shop was amused by but accommodating of our large advance order. We've used it to cheer ourselves up at the end of a long week when neither of us can be bothered to cook. It is a meal that instantly conjures images of childhood, of beaches, of fun. But it is also, quite unashamedly a take-away meal. Even though I probably cook fish three times a week, I have never attempted to re-create this supper at home. Would it be the same without being wrapped in layers of greaseproof paper and raced home as fast as possible?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I wasn't sure but I was game to try. Then I hit a snag. My husband is great with the ideas, but, not cooking much himself (through lack of interest rather than lack of ability it seems), he doesn't always consider the execution. Step 1: "preheat a deep-fat fryer to 190C/375F". Ah. Therein lies a problem. We don't own one. Hubby's family had one when he was little - they had to get rid of it because they found they were too tempted by it and were deep-frying every meal. Admittedly this was the unreconstructed Eighties, when people were a little less health-aware than now, but even so, knowing our fondness of food generally and fried food in particular, we had long-since agreed we should never, ever own such a contraption, for fear of opening Pandora's Box and not being able to close it again. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So, I was going to have to be a little bit creative. I reached for the cookery shelf, certain someone would have some alternative cooking suggestions to give us a taste of the chip shop but in a healthier way. Sure enough, the guru of a little bit of what you fancy but done in a healthier way, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Simply-Bill-Granger/dp/1740453638/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1317819681&sr=8-1">Bill Granger</a> </span>came up trumps. So, tonight it is home-made fish fingers, with oven-baked fries. I'm keeping the tartare sauce from James Martin's original recipe and adding some upmarket mushy peas, from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/How-Eat-Pleasures-Principles-Cookery/dp/0701169117/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1317911411&sr=8-1">Nigella Lawson's How to Eat</a>. Hmm,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"> I can't wait.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-76402810034081306222011-10-04T12:05:00.000+01:002012-01-15T14:33:42.701+00:00Best laid plansLast week was a busy one, but Thursday was pencilled in as a quiet one. The perfect opportunity to do some cooking, and get myself organised. On Monday, the weather was looking pretty grim. Tuesday failed to live up to the weather forecaster's promise of a heatwave. So, while in the supermarket, I bought the makings for a nice autumn soup (Butternut Buttercup Soup from the wonderful <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vicars-Wifes-Cook-Book/dp/0007276125/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1317293682&sr=8-1">Vicar's Wife's Cook Book, by Eliza Beynon</a> - I will inevitably talk about this book at length in the future, so won't now, save to say "READ THIS BOOK!") and fish pie (in a bid to be a little healthier, we always use the Luxury Fish Pie recipe from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Top-200-Low-Fat-Recipes/dp/0755310748/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1317293791&sr=1-1">200 Low Fat Recipes by Judith Wills</a> - I promise you it is not at all as joyless as it sounds, and is a thoroughly delicious winter regular for us). I had already earmarked some apples from the tree in our garden for Experimental Thursday, and again, I was channelling autumn, planning to make my first ever apple pie.<br />
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I know. It seems surprising that I can put forward such a standard, staple pudding as an Experimental Thursday offering. I can't quite believe I haven't made one before either. Surely everyone who has ever made Sunday lunch will have dabbled with a pie. But, when it comes to Sunday lunch, or cooking with apples in general, I rarely make it past crumble. It's so simple, and so tasty, and if I'm truthful, I am ever so slightly frightened of pastry. I find it tricky. I struggle to roll it out. How on earth would I ever manage to get the top on a pie without breaking it? And, perhaps more importantly, I was afraid it could never live up to the wonderful memories I have of my grandmother's apple pies when I was a kid.<br />
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With hindsight, I should really have got Nanny to teach me how to do it. She made utterly fabulous pies. Apple, blackberries, rhubarb, red currants, blackcurrants, strawberries and raspberries. I can remember all of them being sealed in fabulously neat pastry cases, carefully pricked to release the steam and served up with lashings of custard, cream or ice-cream, depending on the type of pie and the time of year. But, I'm five years too late for that particular lesson. What about ready-made pastry? I use it a lot for savoury cooking (although mostly puff pastry, rather than the shortcrust I prefer for a desert pie). Yet somehow it didn't seem like the done thing for an apple pie. The dish is so simple in itself, I think it needs the lightness that only really comes from fresh homemade pastry.<br />
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I pulled down a host of books from the cookery shelves looking for support and inspiration: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/How-Be-Domestic-Goddess-Comfort/dp/0701171081/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1317725543&sr=1-1">Nigella Lawson</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bake-Rachel-Allen/dp/0007259700/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1317725621&sr=1-1">Rachel Allen</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vicars-Wifes-Cook-Book/dp/0007276125/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1317293682&sr=8-1">Eliza Beynon</a> and <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2001/oct/14/foodanddrink.recipes1">Nigel Slater</a> all had encouraging things to say about pastry making. I knew I could do it. I manage mince pies each Christmas and they are always well received. I managed the chard tart the other week. Yet I remained nervous. Mince pies are tiny disks of pastry, easily managed. The tart was forgiving of the split in the casing when I laid it in the dish - a bit of podging and modging smoothed that over and the blind baking fixed the problem. But two large disks of pastry, needing to be moved from board to dish. Could I really pull off a pie?<br />
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I almost didn't try. Not because I was afraid. No, challenges such as my pie phobia are exactly what Experimental Thursday is about. On Wednesday afternoon, the weather transformed. We were suddenly thrust back into the middle of summer. The sun shone, the mercury rose, Baby Bird and I slowly simmered. Thursday was even hotter! Ridiculously hot for England. Plans for soup were abandoned and the fish pie was hastily recast as pan-fried fish with potato salad and green salad. Hubby called and said he wouldn't be home for dinner after all. A pie suddenly seemed like a huge amount of effort for a hot summer's day, with only me there to eat it. Then I thought about Hubby, slaving away, and about how much he loves apple pie. Maybe, even if he couldn't get home for dinner, he would still fancy a little slice with some ice-cream and a cup of coffee to help him unwind when he did finally get back.<br />
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So, I scanned the various suggestions on my shelves once more and got stuck in. I didn't use a particular recipe. I borrowed tips from here and tips from there. I used Nigella's pastry recipe from the Blackberry and Apple Pie in How to Be a Domestic Goddess. I confess I struggled with rolling the pastry out. Too much water? Not enough water? A too heavily floured board? I'm not really sure but it took about 6 attempts to roll out the base, remove it from the board and get it into the pie dish, and a similar number for the top. By the end the pastry was not really very workable. With hindsight, I should perhaps have simply used the recipe I use for mince pies. As I do every Christmas, I think I may call my mum for the old faithful <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Be-Ro-Home-Recipes/dp/B003T4RRF0/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1317725938&sr=1-2">Be-Ro Book's </a>recipe (although not eating meat, I always sub the lard with Trex). I should really write it down somewhere proper to keep, rather than on the back of an envelope like I normally do when, in a Christmas baking panic, I realise I have lost the scrap I wrote it on last year and need the recipe NOW!<br />
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It did not go well. The pastry split in several places and then broke altogether as I tried to repair the damage. I resigned myself to the pie looking "homely" (I would love to say "rustic" but really that would be a stretch too far) and left it on the side to await Hubby's call to say he was heading home. His journey would be conveniently just long enough to cook the pie and allow it to cool ready for eating.<br />
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You see, I was rather glad to have the excuse to explore a side of cooking more suited to a Sunday afternoon than a Thursday night, and more suited to large gatherings than to meals for one to two and a half: cake!<br />
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Baking a cake in an evening is an increasingly common occurrence for me, as I don't often get the chance to concentrate for long enough during the day, but I think trying to pass cake off as dinner is a stretch too far. Even if the cake in question did afford the opportunity to use up a significant component of this week's veg box.<br />
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Hang on a minute? The title is all about beetroot and yet she's clearly made carrot cake you are all thinking. Au contraire. The title is correct. Tonight's post is all about what you can do with a beetroot, without reaching for the vinegar and a large glass jar. Not that there is anything wrong with pickled beetroot. In fact there is quite a lot right with it, but it hardly counts as experimental. Especially when you could do this with your beetroot instead:<br />
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Yes, that lovely, fluffy slice of cake is Beetroot and Seed Cake, again taken from the wonderful<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0007248490/ref=s9_simh_gw_p14_d6_g14_i1?pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_s=center-3&pf_rd_r=0DDFED5FE2M5Q1F248DD&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=467128473&pf_rd_i=468294"> Tender Volume I by Nigel Slater</a>. I absolutely promise to make something from a different book next week, as I am aware the last three recipes have all come from here and I must be sounding like a broken record. But seriously. How can you not love a book with a recipe for beetroot cake?<br />
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My only mistake was not photographing the mixture for you. It was the most divinely ridiculous purple colour of any cake mix I have ever seen, and yet not a bottle of food colouring in sight. I will confess to being a shade disappointed when I removed the cake from the oven to discover all that lovely purple had cooked away to a much more normal shade of brown, but this does have the advantage of enabling you to simply refer to it as "cake" and not reveal its root vegetable oddness to your tea party until they are happily tucking in to their second or third slice. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnwa3Cxv73u1oGPO4nVaupoF-hoaJhmgafXsrBz90rlyfhKnxYl2BfPasZpbHNmvk9K5pPKl7YWxUAVEF35D-bifADQbiD_6BSabfN0_tp2f7P2WFOK6soPLuyGbsCxY33NIV5A3WzZaa/s1600/329656_10150386788385797_647655796_10420253_1027900448_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnwa3Cxv73u1oGPO4nVaupoF-hoaJhmgafXsrBz90rlyfhKnxYl2BfPasZpbHNmvk9K5pPKl7YWxUAVEF35D-bifADQbiD_6BSabfN0_tp2f7P2WFOK6soPLuyGbsCxY33NIV5A3WzZaa/s320/329656_10150386788385797_647655796_10420253_1027900448_o.jpg" width="240" /></a>And I truly believe that they will do. This cake is fantastic. Rather like carrot cake, it doesn't taste obviously of its base ingredient. Beetroot cake has an earthy, rich and almost malty flavour, reminiscent of tea-loaf or gingercake. The texture manages to be both dense and light all at the same time. I can't quite explain that properly, but the cake has definite substance, and yet, thanks I think to the beaten egg-whites that you fold in at the end, it is soft and fluffy in your mouth. You sort of inhale your first slice because the texture is so surprisingly light for such a dense looking cake, and then the flavour, all smooth, mellow, autumnal warmth, lures you back for another. The lemony icing cuts through this with a toothsome tang. It really is marvellous with a hot cup of tea and a good catch-up with some friends.<br />
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Our assembled party was two of my good friends, plus our five children. All, except the one who insists she doesn't like cake, partook and all enjoyed it. Baby Bird loved it and has got excited every time she has seen the cake tin since, so a ringing endorsement from her. It also received a major thumbs up from Hubby and two of our best mates, who joined us later in the evening. Hubby went so far as to compare it with the Nigella Lawson banana bread recipe that I use (taken from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Off-Duty-Worlds-Greatest-Chefs/dp/0007752024/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1316718424&sr=1-1">Off Duty</a>), which has been a family favourite for about five years now. As I am generally asked to make banana bread at every potential cake opportunity (including a standing request for it at the work charity coffee mornings), I'm taking this as the highest form of praise.<br />
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So, if you don't fancy pickling the beetroot in your veg box this autumn, why not bake it into a cake? Or better yet, buy a large bunch and do both.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-43165101530271887592011-09-16T20:22:00.002+01:002012-01-15T14:35:46.599+00:00A shallow tart of chard and cheeseSpurred on by Nigel's lovely recipes and with half a bag of rainbow chard still to use up, this seemed like the perfect choice. Now that I am at home, I am constantly on the lookout for something to pep up lunch, and to break up the monotony of an endless procession of sandwiches. I often opt for soup and I did nearly plump for the lentil and chard soup, but I wasn't sure that herbs and good stock alone would overcome the "undertones of frugality, poverty even" that Nigel avoids with the addition of bacon. As the sun was at least trying to shine, it felt worth persevering with salad for a little while longer and so I opted for the shallow tart of chard and cheese on p232. I thought that, as well as giving me a break from the sandwich routine, it would also make a good addition to Hubby's packed lunches. <br />
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Now, I do have a confession. I don't like quiche. This surprises me, since I generally love egg but the texture leaves me cold. It is flubbery, flabby and turns my stomach. The problem is, I like the <i>idea</i> of quiche. The pastry, the tasty filling, the side salad, the feeling of healthy yet toothsome eating that is wrapped up in the concept of a quiche - it is light, has a comparatively low carb/high protein ratio, all that good stuff. So periodically I find myself eating (and sometimes even making) yet another quiche and hating it just that little bit more each time I do so. Tarts, on the other hand, tend to be more my cup of tea. It is probably the replacement of egg with cream (and, generally, lashings of cheese), that makes them so appealing. Looking at the recipe, eggs were in evidence but so, and in far greater quantities, was cream. My waistline wouldn't thank me for trying this one but, hopefully my stomach would.<br />
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This was a LOT of fun to make. However, that was mostly because it turns out that, if you are an almost one year old, watching Mummy make pastry is the absolute most belly-laugh inducing fun this side of a raspberry to the belly or being tipped upside-down. Seriously. I put Baby Bird in her chair so that she could eat her breakfast while sitting at the table and watching what I was up to - I had worked out that, if I got the pastry done first thing, it could chill in the fridge while I got her dressed and settled her down for her morning nap and then I could do the more complicated and fiddly parts (blind baking and preparing the filling) while she was sleeping. I weighed out the butter and flour and began rubbing them together. She dissolved into giggles. I picked up handfuls, letting it run through my fingers, and every time I did, she laughed some more. This was the funniest thing Mummy had done since I made her toy dolphin turn somersaults in the bath! Not one to miss a chance to make my daughter laugh, I became more expansive and elaborate in my gestures and soon we were both giggling at how much fun making pastry is. While I rolled out the pastry, I gave her a small portion to roll around and squish, figuring she couldn't come to much harm even if she did try to eat it. I let her have a go with the rolling pin. She loved it! If this keeps up, there will be a lot of biscuits and baking in our future.<br />
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And here it is - a slice of chard and cheese tart, accompanied by a colourful and simply dressed salad (just a little olive oil and a crack of salt and pepper) and a dollop of raita, left over from the previous day's lamb koftas and falafel. When I sat down to lunch yesterday, I was excited. I was hopeful. It looked great. I gave Baby Bird a small wedge alongside her avocado and cream cheese sandwich and picked up my knife and fork...<br />
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I sank a little inside. I girded myself to finish the plate and make "mmm, tasty" faces at Baby Bird - I have a rule that we don't describe food as yucky or make gagging faces in front of her if we can possibly help it, so that she doesn't get swayed in her assessment of what is before her (or learn bad habits). I smiled. I "mmm"'d. Baby Bird ate some and seemed to like it. I ate the whole lot and will admit that I didn't hate it, but I can't say I didn't wish I'd had the salad on its own. It was appetising, far more appetising than I usually find quiche, and the chard adds a certain refinement to the cheddar and parmesan, making this a sophisticated slice to add to a buffet or to offer to a gathering of ladies who lunch. I will almost certainly make it again when I have company and, Hubby (who, being a real man, likes quiche) gobbled down a slice for his evening meal just now and pronounced it the best quiche I have made and the nicest one he has had for a while. He doesn't give out praise easily, so I know this was good. But, despite its promise of being a tart, for me it was too eggy and the texture was slightly off. Well, I say that. For quiche the texture was very nice - light, airy, slightly moist in the middle. For me, it was not quite dense and creamy enough. I may yet have a play around with it, and see if I can adjust it more to my liking, but in the meantime, I will be heading back to my fail-safe mushroom tart recipe from Ursula Ferrigno's <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Real-Fast-Vegetarian-Ursula-Ferrigno/dp/1843580071/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1316200088&sr=1-1">Real Fast Vegetarian Food</a>, which I have been since university (yes, I was probably not your typical student). No hint of eggy quiche there. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-8478244082544973212011-09-16T19:19:00.001+01:002011-09-16T19:19:20.876+01:00Potato cakes with chard and ... umm... GubbeenThis recipe is taken from <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tender-cook-his-vegetable-patch/dp/0007248490/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1316078208&sr=8-1">Nigel Slater's Tender Volume I </a>(p.230) and, as Nigel says in his introduction, it is a smartened up variation on the theme of bubble and squeak. Bubble and squeak has been a favourite of mine for many years and it instantly makes me think of Boxing Day lunch with my folks. Every year, Mum will fry up all the leftover veg from Christmas Dinner with some gravy and it all gets served with chips (yes, that is carb overload, but that is partly the point and certainly one of the reasons I enjoy it so much), pickled onions and cold turkey (for those who partake of such things). This is usually wolfed down before heading off to the Boxing Day football match (or to find a radio to listen to the commentary if we are playing away). Consequently, any meal involving bubble and squeak, or its cousin, the potato cake, is always going to appeal to me. I also thought it would make good baby-fare, being soft, malleable, capable of being made in small hand-sized portions, yet suitable for mashing up and spoon-feeding if that proved more interesting. Baby Bird isn't massively keen on spoon-feeding (she prefers to self-feed or to have Mummy load the spoon and let her get on with it), but sometimes she seems to decide a particular foodstuff is spoon-food and not finger food, even if I had expected it to work the other way round. I try to just follow her lead.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdDtguTd13gqkreklJSINXmissOKJa8rgJY2Hx5ey_KTuYcTfzoG8FCIYVoRIybu_IClj9kLoBr6GK6z7fXeGCh8SzrN4yn5iA25fGBYJJcQPOiIMUDYH0EDlHcMk66tFgNHzZ2ftUDMV/s1600/chard+and+cheese+potato+cakes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdDtguTd13gqkreklJSINXmissOKJa8rgJY2Hx5ey_KTuYcTfzoG8FCIYVoRIybu_IClj9kLoBr6GK6z7fXeGCh8SzrN4yn5iA25fGBYJJcQPOiIMUDYH0EDlHcMk66tFgNHzZ2ftUDMV/s320/chard+and+cheese+potato+cakes.JPG" width="240" /></a>So, potato cakes. Yes. As I said yesterday, Brent, the very helpful chap in the deli suggested we try Gubbeen in place of the Taleggio called for in the recipe, a new cheese to me but I was ready to give it a go. I will concede this dish involved quite a lot of prep for what it is, but I suspect that could be overcome with practice and with not trying to entertain a small baby at the same time as cooking. However, I enjoyed the end result, and was pleased to find they looked somewhat similar to the picture in the book (although I over-steamed the chard for going on top and mine looked a lot greener). In particular, I would definitely recommend bothering with the polenta crust and, while the basil oil felt like a faff at the time, the flavour pop was worth it and you can always use the leftovers in other things (simple pasta or salad dressing, pepping up a tomato sauce, base for a pizza, the list goes on).<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxCFcWX8-iEWcPaXT5yRLe5Wt-xu6WZeHw7Wtl2TELm2fLkFZ8-ggURWLkfBwfzVdjwM95Td08Jal75tcvQdXbSY6yQ1881BffAjmTtrrDuYjiJxsqW4BCOQzot9SiJ8tj_a0lFhSTaBDR/s1600/chard+and+cheese+potato+cake+closeup.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/AVvXsEhxCFcWX8-iEWcPaXT5yRLe5Wt-xu6WZeHw7Wtl2TELm2fLkFZ8-ggURWLkfBwfzVdjwM95Td08Jal75tcvQdXbSY6yQ1881BffAjmTtrrDuYjiJxsqW4BCOQzot9SiJ8tj_a0lFhSTaBDR/s320/chard+and+cheese+potato+cake+closeup.JPG" width="320" /></a>These slight hiccups did not mar the flavour. The potatoes were smooth and mellow, the chard has a surprisingly refined taste, less robust than spinach but with a pleasant peppery undertone and the stems remained crunchy (despite over-steaming), as well as delightfully colourful on the plate. Next time, I should plan a bit more, and make sure I have both red and yellow stems put by for the top. I do think that Taleggio would have been better here, as I think it may have held its shape slightly more, giving more discrete unctuous blobs of cheese amid the floury mash, whereas the Gubbeen melted a little more and so spread a little more. However, the texture of the Gubbeen was relatively good and there were definite pools of deliciously pungent cheese to contrast with the mellow potatoes and the fresh pop of the chard and parsley. Overall, the adult contingent of the Experimental Thursday data pool was really rather happy with their dinner. Baby Bird, on the other hand (and in fairness, not altogether unsurprisingly), was not entirely sure about the whole thing. However, she did gamely try a few mouthfuls before deciding that Mummy was frankly bonkers and no amount of cheesy sauce was going to sway her into eating any more of this stuff. So we moved on to yoghurt and chalked it up to experience. I will make it again though, and I will let her try it again, as I am a big believer in introducing her to all family experiences from the outset and hope that the more variety I introduce her to now, the more she will grow up enjoying food. Thankfully, she seems to tolerate her Mummy's crazy ideas well, and does at least humour me by trying things.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-24366880135142324062011-09-15T10:49:00.002+01:002012-01-15T14:37:17.453+00:00Cheese, chard and the lovely Nigel SlaterThe veg box has proved a fantastic hit. The carrot and ginger soup barely lasted 2 days, as I ate a bowlful for my lunch and then my lovely friends who babysat the next night polished off the rest. The tomato soup made a tasty family lunch on Saturday (I bulked up Baby Bird's portion with a little Organix 4 Grain Cereal so that it was easier for Miss Independent to handle the spoon herself) and there are a couple more pots in the freezer. The fruit has rapidly disappeared, particularly the kiwi fruit.<br />
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So I began pondering the more unusual offerings in the box. What to do with the rainbow chard? I pulled down from the cookery shelf my favourite veg book, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tender-cook-his-vegetable-patch/dp/0007248490/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1316078208&sr=8-1">Tender Volume 1</a>. I love Nigel Slater's food writing in any event. I could sit and read his books for hours and return to them again and again, particularly his <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0007199481/ref=s9_simh_gw_p14_d0_g14_i2?pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_s=center-2&pf_rd_r=1HWV6DNVFBX2MMBZQ1G6&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=467128533&pf_rd_i=468294">Kitchen Diaries</a>, but Tender is probably my favourite. It is simply fantastic. It runs through pretty much every vegetable you could wish for and discusses growing, cooking and eating them. It appeals to the aspirational part of me, which has been mentally designing a veg patch for the last three years, but hasn't quite managed to do anything about it, and also to the hungry vegetarian in me, which often gets a little overlooked now that I eat fish and want meals that appeal to the Carnivorous Hubbo as well as to me. (I would also go on about the wonderful look and feel of the book, the comfort of a big, weighty hardback, with beautiful creamy pages, but then you'd never shut me up and get me on to the recipes). <br />
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I knew I could do plenty with chard as a side dish, but I really wanted something that would showcase its ability to be the main event; to prove that the humble vegetable can be the point of a meal, not just the background. Making the vegetable the main event is something Nigel's book does really well, without all the overtones and preachiness that so often accompanies (and spoils) vegetarian cookbooks - if only all meat-eaters could admit that veg can be tasty in the way Nigel does.<br />
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Two recipes caught my eye, and, after weighing my bag of chard, I discovered I had enough to make both. I also had most of the other ingredients knocking about the house, making it easier to stick to the weekly food budget (a perennial problem for me). Win! So, this week's Experimental Thursday is going to be a two-for-one: potato cakes with chard and Taleggio... sort of... and a shallow tart of chard and cheese.<br />
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The tart will make a great lunch with a salad and will be easy to portion up and send in Hubby's lunch-box. The potato cakes will make a tasty dinner for Baby Bird and I this evening - mine will be topped with wilted chard as in the recipe, and I will probably add a little cheese sauce to Baby Bird's, to make it more enticing for her. Potato cakes should be a good food for her - I can cut them into handleable pieces and can also mash them up. The only thing I was missing for the recipe was the taleggio cheese. Hmm, the perfect opportunity to try out <a href="http://cheddardeli.com/">that new deli down the road...</a> So, I bundled up the Bird, and off we trotted this morning.<br />
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It turned out that they didn't have any taleggio, but the lovely Brent, who owns the deli, was very helpful, recommending and allowing me to try a selection of possible alternatives. He also said he could happily order some taleggio in for me (but that would have made Experimental Thursday a little tricky...) We discussed the need for the cheese to melt but not too much, the need for it to be fairly pungent to counteract the soft fluffy potato, the general wonder of cheese... Cheddar Deli is great, and they deserve to do well. They are having their grand opening on 24 September - if you are in and around Ealing, do pop along. I will certainly be making a special effort to pop back there to sample their Stinking Bishop (a favourite of mine) and the Baby Wigmore, which was a contender for replacing the taleggio. <br />
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What we settled on in the end was some Gubbeen. This is an Irish semi-soft cheese. Smooth and creamy in texture, it smells just the right side of "feet". Brent conceded that he didn't know how it cooked, so this will be a bit of an experiment (which is surely the point), but he thought the flavour would make a good sub. So, I'm all set. My only problem now is resisting the desire to eat it all with some crusty bread for lunch!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-62380370504121964092011-09-09T11:00:00.000+01:002012-01-15T14:38:30.203+00:00Scallops with spaghetti and pea pestoI decided to keep my first attempt at cooking scallops really simple. They are delicious in their own right, and could I afford more of them, I would have devoured a plate of them alone. But that would be extravagant, and I can't afford it. So the eight plump little scallops and their corals require a little padding to make a proper supper.<br />
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The obvious answer was peas. So sweet and tasty, complementing the sweet, juicy scallops, and allowing me to have another of my favourite foods on the same plate. What plate of scallops isn't enhanced by a smear or swirl of pea purée? We would still need a little something more though to take it out of the realms of appetiser and into "proper supper" though. What to do?<br />
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Then I remembered a recipe I saw not so long ago on the <a href="http://www.smittenkitchen.com/">Smitten Kitchen</a> blog. I love Smitten Kitchen. I only discovered it recently, but Deb makes me laugh, her food is delicious and her photographs have me salivating on my keyboard while I read. I can only dream of taking photos that great. Do take a look. You won't be disappointed. <br />
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Anyway, I remembered a recipe from June for <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2011/06/linguine-with-pea-pesto/">linguine with pea pesto</a>. I had been meaning to try it but hadn't quite been brave enough to try and convince Hubby that a meal comprising almost exclusively pasta and peas was worth coming home for. Memories of the disappointed sigh he gave me 7 years ago, shortly after we had first moved in together, when I proudly informed him that dinner was pea & mint soup, and his subsequent confession that he had told his co-workers after he put the phone down that he may as well work late since dinner sounded awful, flooded back. I tried to reason with myself. After all, Hubby had come home, had eaten dinner, and had confessed this miserable tale in order to tell me how wrong he had been. Home-made pea and mint soup has been a staple in our home ever since, not least because it only takes 15 minutes to make. Surely, if he could handle pea and mint soup, he could handle pea pesto?<br />
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I couldn't shake the feeling that it would need a little something extra to lift it into the realms of "meal worth racing home for". The scallops provided the perfect opportunity.<br />
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</div>Deb's original recipe is fab. I need to add a little more mint next time, to really make it zing, but that error is mine not hers. I also used frozen peas, which she does suggest, though she prefers fresh. I quite agree that fresh peas can be magnificent and I have many happy childhood memories of eating them straight out of the pods while picking them for Sunday lunch. Maybe the peas last better in New York, but I never get that same feeling of euphoria from pods picked up in the shops, no matter how enticing they are in theory. Even the ones at the farmers' market can taste a little lacklustre. The magic of fresh peas vanishes within hours of picking them, so if you can't get them straight from your garden or allotment, I would stick with frozen - all that goodness and taste is captured, albeit in the slightly less romantic form of a plastic bag. The other slight modification I made was using spaghetti as I couldn't justify buying linguine when we already had a ton of spaghetti in the pantry. I think linguine would definitely be an improvement, since it would hold the pesto better. Next time (and there will most definitely be a next time for this recipe), I will go a little more cautiously with the water as I made it a little too loose. That said, we both loved it. <br />
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The scallops were pan-fried in a little groundnut oil with the corals, seasoned with pepper and then, just before finishing, I added a quarter cup of the white wine we were drinking with dinner to the pan, to flavour the scallops and soak up the cooking juices. I reduced this down until the scallops were opaque but still firm in the centre and drizzled the remaining liquor over the meal once I had finished assembling it. The meat eaters out there may wish to cook the scallops with a little pancetta or bacon, or maybe even the ubiquitous black pudding, but Hubbo assures me it is not necessary (although he would never knock the additions). As a confirmed carnivore, I trust his judgement on this.<br />
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For a first foray into cooking scallops, I was pretty pleased. I feared I would overcook them, turning them hard and dry, but they were moist, tender and lovely. Everything I could have hoped for. My only problem is reminding myself that they can only be a once in a blue moon treat, even on special offer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-10629958291034378092011-09-08T21:14:00.000+01:002012-01-15T14:39:30.421+00:00Veg Boxes, and the other things you can sneak into them when the
husband isn&apos;t lookingI've been deliberating about getting a veg box for a while now. We've been receiving fliers through the door from a number of companies, offering varying combinations of organic and/or local produce, with varying degrees of commitment to those ideals and I have been sorely tempted. I always hesitated before, wondering about whether we actually eat enough veg to justify it. But now, we have a Baby Bird eager to try new foods, and I'm home with the time and inclination to get her started on the right foot with food, and to improve the way Hubbo and I eat. We also don't really go out very much, so it is nice to take a little more time with dinner every now and then, turning an evening meal into a date, or making Sunday lunch feel like a proper family occasion. That and the fact that it feels as if I have spent the last couple of months doing nothing but buying veg every day, and even in today's food-obsessed world, with a couple of decent supermarkets within walking distance and a farmer's market nearby, it can be tricky getting variety in the organic veg that is readily available. We are all starting to get a little sick of broccoli and sweet potatoes. <br />
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So, I finally took the plunge, ordering a medium fruit and veg box from <a href="http://www.abelandcole.co.uk/">Abel & Cole</a>. I have been excitedly awaiting its arrival for almost a week as, typically, I did this on a Wednesday and they deliver in our area on a Tuesday. Still, good things come to those who wait, and this morning, the very lovely Garth arrived with my very first veg box:<br />
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This week's offerings were: bananas, kiwi fruit and apples; mushrooms, tomatoes, onions, carrots, potatoes, beetroot and rainbow chard. Just looking in the box made me feel hungry.<br />
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Inspired by all this lovely produce, and since Baby Bird has decided to take a nice long nap, I am pottering around the kitchen, making soup. It all feels rather appropriate, as the rain is lashing down outside and it seems very clear that, much as I long for an Indian Summer, autumn is most definitely already upon us. So, bubbling away while I type are two big pots: one, tomato (top); the other, carrot and ginger (bottom). <br />
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Neither qualifies for Experimental Thursday status as I have been making them (or variations on their themes) for years. In fact, the tomato soup is based on a recipe that I picked up 15 years ago from the Scottish grandma of a old boyfriend, and I am quite sure she had been making it for a good 40 years before I knew about it! But, just because it is old and familiar, doesn't mean it isn't delicious and the kitchen smells fantastic right now. The flavours in the soups will be bright and clear, made with lovely fresh organic veggies and herbs from my garden, and I am already looking forward to lunch (although how I will choose which one to have, I am not quite sure). <br />
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The thought of filling up the freezer with pots of leftovers, just waiting for more rainy day lunches is also hugely comforting. It takes me back to this time last year, when we were awaiting Baby Bird's arrival and I insisted I wasn't nesting. I hadn't had the (I thought obligatory) urge to clean the bathroom with a toothbrush or to tidy every cupboard in the house. What was wrong with me? Where was my maternal instinct? Was I broken? I blurted all these fears out loud to my husband one evening while fixing cheese on toast for dinner. You see? Clearly I was broken - I couldn't even be bothered to make us a proper meal? How on earth would I feed a baby? They would be eating turkey twizzlers before they were one! Hubby took the knife I was enthusiastically waving around while saying all this, gently led me to the freezer, opened the door and pointed out that I had filled it with enough neatly labelled pots of soup, casseroles, pasta sauce and shepherd's pie to feed us for a month, and had baked more cheesy scones than we could possibly know what to do with. I may not have a tidy nest, but those who visit it will always have full tummies...<br />
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So what is on the menu for Experimental Thursday?<br />
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While ordering my veg box, I had a browse around the other things Abel & Cole had to offer. Meat, dairy produce, bread. All looking delicious. And then the page which got me really excited: fish and seafood. I may not eat meat, but I do enjoy fish (that is why I no longer refer to myself as a vegetarian, although I was a proper one for 7 years). There at the top of the page, labelled "Special" was something that caught my eye and got me very excited: scallops.<br />
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I adore scallops. If they are on the menu when I go out, I am virtually incapable of refusing them. I fully expect heaven to feature scallops for dinner every night. There is something about those wonderful, round nuggets, so soft and tender on the outside, but with a hint of firmness in the centre that literally makes my knees go weak and my heart soar. It shouldn't be possible for food to make a person feel like this, but scallops do for me. Yet I have never cooked them. They sit in that category of "posh restaurant foods" that only real chefs should attempt. They are too expensive to justify buying on anything other than a special occasion, and cooking something new is too risky a proposition for a special occasion. What if they burnt? <br />
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But there they were, on special offer. Still expensive, but not prohibitively so, and they were calling to me. Begging, in fact. My mouse hovered over the "Buy" button. I couldn't, could I? I shouldn't... I did. <br />
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And now they are sat in my fridge, plump and expectant, and I am sat at my kitchen table, hopefully a little less plump, but equally expectant, awaiting the return of my husband so that we can have scallops for supper on Experimental Thursday...<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-77490112115296395872011-09-05T10:40:00.000+01:002012-01-15T14:40:56.534+00:00Easy Mung Lentil CurryI'm slow getting the results of the first Experimental Thursday up as we had the grandparents visiting for the weekend. Experimental Thursday #1 was a quiet affair as Hubby was working late (month end usually sees me eating alone), so it was dinner for one. aIf it weren't for the fact that I really liked the neatness of starting a new endeavour on the first of the month, and I have always seen September as the time for starting new things (a hangover from school-days), I would probably have waited until Hubbo was home so that we could all be involved in the experiment. As she is showing a fondness for strong flavours and spice and loves lentils, I could have cooked this earlier in the day and eaten it with Baby Bird (she may as well start as we mean to go on), but I didn't want to be trying to cook something new while keeping an eye on her. Baby Bird doesn't really see why Mummy messes around with all this cooking when we could be playing games and mistakenly thought I would be better able to concentrate after she had gone to bed. <br />
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So, with my smallest family member snuggled up asleep, at 7:45 I embarked on making the Easy Mung Lentil Curry. Thankfully, this lived up to its name, as I did my best to stuff it up by not reading the recipe properly! Hmm... better able to concentrate without the baby being awake? Apparently not... Expecting the lentils to need cooking first and spotting the anticipated reference to simmering for 30-40 minutes, I missed the part about adding the chilli, ginger, turmeric and tomato at the start as well. Noticed almost halfway through cooking. Oops! So, lesson #1: always read the recipe thoroughly before you begin. However, while the flavours would no doubt be more fully developed, my attempt did not appear to have seriously suffered for this oversight.<br />
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As I was eating alone, I opted to go with 2 chillies rather than one, so this did have a pleasant kick (enhanced I suspect by the shorter cooking time for the chillies due to my error), but it would be just as delicious with one. I intend to try it again that way, probably at the weekend so that Hubby and Baby Bird can try it out (she is showing a fondness for strong flavours and spice, even before her first birthday and loves lentils). The recipe suggests that it serves 2-3. I would say you need starters as well if serving 3, but it would definitely feed our 2 and a half comfortably, with some boiled rice or a naan. The texture is smooth and the fried garlic, curry leaves and cumin stirred in at the last minute bring the whole dish to life. I really enjoyed this, and am smiling just thinking about the second portion now stashed in the freezer waiting for a night in when I can't be bothered to cook.<br />
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If you have time, I would make this in advance and then reheat it to serve. That way the lentils will plump and absorb the flavours fully, everything will mellow out and it will thicken slightly. But that is being picky; if you want an easy and filling evening meal, that involves minimal preparation and can be accomplished while reading a book, doing the laundry, watching TV or whatever else you need to do at the end of the day, then this is a good bet. It would also be perfect if you are hosting a vegetarian at an otherwise meat-based curry party. It shows you care without requiring extravagant effort and, if you gloss over the "mung lentil" part of the title (Hubbo commented that it sounded crusty even by my standards!), there is absolutely no reason why the meat-eaters should find it a tasty addition to their plates.<br />
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So, an enjoyable start. I wonder what next week will bring.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-80445880347066881282011-09-01T22:47:00.001+01:002012-01-15T14:41:45.521+00:00And so it begins...I love a good curry. It doesn't have to be hot, although I have been known to enjoy a nice hot bhuna at my local curry house. Heat should not be confused with spice, in my opinion, and a good curry may be spicy without being overly hot. In fact, too much heat can prevent you from tasting the subtler flavours in the dish. I like my curries to have depth of flavour, so a mild but thoughtfully prepared korma can please me far more than an apparently more daring, blow-your-head-off curry. As a non-meat eater, Indian food also carries the appeal of offering a wide array of dishes traditionally intended to be vegetarian, rather than the token gestures and strange combinations that so often appear in that section of the menu. Lentils in their many different colours, mung beans, chickpeas, cauliflower, aubergine, paneer, okra... all can be made to feel quite at home in a lovely, spicy curry, mopped up with bread or a bowlful of rice. I'm salivating just typing this.<br />
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Now I'm the first to admit, I don't know very much about authentic Indian cuisine. I haven't had the pleasure of visiting India and my Indian friends always seem far keener on producing Western cuisine when we visit than on educating their white friends on the food their mothers and grandmothers prepared. And who can blame them - it probably gets rather boring being expected to trot out the same dishes you have always eaten simply because they seem exotic to your guests. I had a perception that Indian food was complicated to cook, requiring inside knowledge and a vast store cupboard of spices that I may only use once but could only be purchased in industrial-sized bags in the International section of the supermarket. Consequently I've always shied away from cooking Indian food. It was great for a night out, but beyond the realms of my kitchen.<br />
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My particular part of West London is blessed with a vast number of very good Indian restaurants, covering a variety of regions. If you can't be bothered to leave your house, many of them deliver to your door and I hadn't really seen the need to overcome my nervousness of cooking a curry for myself. Until last year, when I fell pregnant. I had always been partial to a curry but, my pregnant self positively adored them. I didn't notice at first, and would tell people that I wasn't really having any cravings, until Hubbo pointed out that I had been dragging him to our favourite curry house every weekend for the past 16 weeks and it was really getting rather expensive. Takeaway was not much cheaper, and with my enthusiasm for spicy food showing no sign of abating, and the prospect of our reduced income looming ever closer, I wondered whether it was time to poke a toe in the curry cooking water (only metaphorically, of course: that would be gross!). I experimented with various jars and pastes, hoping for an easy solution. The results were so-so and, with the addition of some chutneys and shop-bought starters and breads, a convivial evening could be had, but it wasn't a patch on our nights out at the curry house.<br />
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But once you have a baby, nights out become a rare treat and, having decided not to return to work, even a takeaway is a bit of a luxury. So I have been hunting for a cookbook that offers an easy introduction into this cuisine and I think I have found it: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Anjums-New-Indian-Anjum-Anand/dp/1844006166/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1314912085&sr=8-1">Anjum's New Indian by Anjum Anand</a>. This book is a tie-in with the BBC series <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b007szxr">'Indian Food Made Easy'</a>, which, once I saw the book, I could vaguely remember having watched with Hubby and made "ooh, maybe we could do that" noises about before getting distracted witha ll the many other things there are to do in life. As I stood in the bookshop (yes, I'm that old-fashioned - I still think getting your hands on the actual book is the best way to work out if you want to buy and/or read it), I read the introduction, I read the tips about getting started, I leafed through a few of the recipes. It didn't seem to involve as much planning, nor as many ingredients, as I had thought. In fact, many of the ingredients were things I already kept in the house. Perhaps I could do this after all.<br />
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I started with Tarka Dal (p176), a wonderful, buttery lentil curry which was a dream to make. It made the house smell delicious, it froze well (a boon in the early post-baby days) and the most complicated part about making it was hunting down Bengal gram, and even that turned out to be quite easy once I braved the local Indian supermarket (who were incredibly welcoming and helpful). I could put it together during the day whenever I got a few spare moments while the baby napped and then reheat it when we were ready to eat - leaving it to sit only added to the flavour and texture - plop a spoonful of ghee in just before serving to waken everything back up. Yum. The only problem was, Tarka Dal was so good, and proved so popular with both Hubby and I, that I have been making a batch of it each month for almost a year but have never quite got around to trying anything else from the book... Oops!<br />
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So tonight, I'm flipping forward a page (There, you see, it isn't that hard and you don't even have to go very far from your favourite recipes to try something new if you don't want to!) and trying out the Easy Mung Lentil Curry. The clue is hopefully in the name. Anjum says "[t]his is a simple but utterly delicious lentil curry that is often served in the homes of Sindhis, a group of people who hail from the northern region of Sindh, which is now part of Pakistan. However, this wholesome, homely dish could almost hail from any community. It is easy to make and appeals to all. It is a loose curry, so serve it with some plain basmati rice on the side." So that is what I shall do...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-514781114553724832.post-50663699043064097612011-09-01T21:13:00.000+01:002012-01-15T14:40:17.602+00:00The execution may have been off, but the mother-in-law was on to
somethingI have often laughed at Hubby's stories of "Experimental Thursday", the night of the week when, in his childhood home, you needed to be busy. Not just "pottering round the house" busy, not just "back a bit late" busy, but "miles away, no possibility of getting back for dinner" busy. Why? Because on Experimental Thursday, Hubby's mum would cook something "new and exciting" in a bid to broaden her family's diet. <br />
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Now, I have never eaten my mother-in-law's cooking. In the eight and a half years I have known her, she has never set foot in the kitchen in my presence to produce anything more challenging than a cup of tea, and even that needs to be approached with caution. I'm not saying she's a bad cook. Really I'm not. But Hubby does, his sister does, and even my mother-in-law's boyfriend does, so I can only imagine that the colourful and highly entertaining tales of the inedible meals resulting from Experimental Thursday contain more than a small grain of truth. My husband always laughs nervously when Zoe Wanamaker cooks in "My Family": for him the weird and wonderful combinations she concocts are not the exaggerated fantasies of script-writers but flashbacks to those fateful Thursday nights. The suggestion that dinner is "Tuna Surprise" is enough to make his blood run cold.<br />
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But the fact remains, Experimental Thursday is a good idea. A great idea, even. We could all do with broadening our food horizons. It is all too easy to get stuck in a rut, making the same meals week in, week out, with the same ingredients. We all know that the key to a healthy diet is variety, but it seems to take too much time and planning to actually achieve that. We wander the supermarket on auto-pilot in whatever spare time we can find between work, kids and life in general, dropping the same things into the basket to be turned into the same old standbys each week. We may not be quite as bad as our grandparents' generation, with each day of the week having its designated meal (fish on Fridays anyone?), but I am sure we would all concede that there is a pattern to our eating.<br />
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There is nothing wrong with patterns, with repetition. They are the rhythm of life. They create a feeling of home, safety and belonging. They also make life undeniably easier. In fact, sometimes they are the only way you can hold things together. There is something truly wonderful about cooking a recipe that you know by heart and can be confident will be gobbled up with gratitude by your hungry brood. But let's not do that every night of the week. Let's be brave. Let's take down the cookbooks from the shelves and, just one night a week, push the boat out and try something new. It doesn't have to be wacky. It doesn't have to be complicated or time consuming. The only rule is that on Thursday nights, we will cook and eat something we have never made before. And with that spirit of adventure, Experimental Thursday was resurrected...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0