Monday, 7 April 2014

The Ranelagh Kitchen Diaries- Part 6: The Guinea Fowl



I have learned a couple of things this week, which I think it only right to share with my small, but loyal readership:
  1. Rosa's Thai Cafe serves mediocre, overpriced food and is now on my notorious blacklist (alongside Ping Pong, Carluccios and various other crappy chains).  
  2. Entering the Viking exhibition at the British Museum on a Saturday morning is rather like being thrust in to the black hole of Calcutta: a mass of writhing bodies, poor ventilation and an unseasonably warm spring day combined to make it less of an experience to remember. You'd be much better off leaving the Vikings to the tourists and heading upstairs to the Roman and Anglo Saxon galleries, where the exhibits are equally magnificent but the crowds fewer.
  3. The bacon flavoured ale from Brodies Beers (tried at the Old Coffee House on Beak Street) is like drinking liquidised bacon fries - a bridge too far in the endless quest to put bacon in every foodstuff. 
  4. I remembered why I used to spend all that time at Borough Market on a weekend. I returned for the first time in two or three years last Saturday (the parents were in town and keen for a visit). Yes, it is expensive and crowded, and the real foodie connoisseurs head to Maltby Street or somewhere similarly trendy, but there isn't anywhere else in London where there is such a critical mass of good food. My tip is to go at the end of the day when prices start to drop and take full advantage. 
With mother in residence for the weekend, the market proved a decent hunting ground for ingredients for a Mother's Day meal. Mrs L is partial to a guinea fowl, so one of those ended up in my bag of swag, as did a handful of morels which caught the eye. At something like £80 per kilo they are not cheap, but a little goes a long way and ours cost less than a fiver. Finally, a bunch of tarragon finished off this holy trinity.



With these three ingredients, our Sunday lunch almost chose itself...

Roast Guinea Fowl with Morel and Tarragon Sauce

Serves four hungry lunchers

1 Guinea Fowl, c. 1.2kg
15-20 morels, cleaned and halved - I also used the same amount of chestnut mushrooms to bulk things out a bit
1 clove garlic, finely chopped
100ml white wine (optional)
250ml chicken stock
100ml double cream
1 tsp dijon mustard
3 tblsp chopped tarragon
juice of half a lemon (optional)
25g butter, plus extra for the guinea fowl
olive oil
salt and pepper
  1. Heat the oven to 220c. While it is heating up, prepare the guinea fowl. Season inside and out with plenty of salt and pepper and massage some olive oil in to the breast and legs. You can also rub some butter into the fowl's flesh as well if you like - I do.
  2. Place the bird in to the oven at 220C for 10 minutes, then turn the heat down to 160c and roast for another 30-35 minutes, or until the juices from the leg run clear when you insert a skewer. Once the fowl is cooked, take it out of the oven, cover with foil and leave to rest for ten minutes.
  3. While the fowl is cooking, you can deal with the accompanying sauce. In a non-stick frying pan over a low heat, melt 25g of butter and a tablespoon of olive oil, then add the garlic and cook gently until softened.
  4. When the garlic has softened add the mushrooms to the pan, turn up the heat slightly and fry until they start to release their juices! Keep cooking until the juices have evaporated, then add the wine (if using) and reduce until there is a scant tablespoonful or two of liquid in the pan.
  5. When the wine has reduced, add the stock and cream, lower the heat to a brisk simmer and leave uncovered to cook for ten minutes. If it looks like it is reducing too much, lower the heat, or you can always add some more stock to achieve the desired consistency - a smooth and velvety sauce.
  6. When the guinea fowl is out of the oven you can finish off the sauce by adding the mustard, tarragon, lemon juice, the juices from the rested bird and season with salt and pepper. I like the lemon juice as it is quite a rich sauce and the acidity lightens it slightly, but the amount you add is up to you.
  7. To serve, I jointed the guinea fowl into 10 pieces (two thighs, two drumsticks, the breasts into four and two wings), put it into a warmed serving dish and poured the sauce over the top. On this occasion the guinea fowl came with a bowl of boiled new potatoes and some purple sprouting broccoli.  



Suffice to say, Mother was impressed!

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

The Ranelagh Kitchen Diaries - part five



Hi there blog watchers. I guess it is time to issue probably my fiftieth apology for a lengthy gap between this post and the last. All the usual excuses apply: busy at work, hectic social schedule and a two week holiday in Vancouver and Whistler for a spot of sightseeing and skiing.

This was a big trip for me as the last time I was in that neck of the woods I almost managed to write myself off permanently via a pretty catastrophic ski accident. Two operations, five days in the ICU, five weeks in hospital and almost a year later I was back to myself again, but liver lacerations, a duodenal tear and a jejunal perforation are not to be recommended!

Despite this, I have had no problems getting back on skis again and long time readers will note that the origins of the blog lie in my return, bored and depressed from a ski season in Val d'Isere. Consequently, when the chance came to extend my stay in Canada and spend a couple of days cat-skiing at a remote lodge three hours north of Whistler, I jumped.

Anyway, the full story of that trip is one I am hoping to have published elsewhere, so why am I telling you about it here? Obviously there was also something there that piqued the foodie as well as the wannabe pro-skier, gnarlster in me...

What was it? Why, the pancakes served up at breakfast of course! I am not going to launch in to some sort of rant about how they do breakfast better the other side of the pond and, if you recall a previous post,  I am not a fan of going out for breakfast anyway. But as an occasional treat, the combination of thick, fluffy pancakes, salty, crisp bacon and lashings of maple syrup is hard to beat.

So when I was in depths of post-holiday depression on Saturday morning (somewhere I remain), it was to pancakes, bacon and some Vancouver Airport, duty-free maple syrup that I turned to lift my spirits.

On their own, this holy trinity work damn well together, but it was the addition of some sauteed slices of apple that lifted this particular breakfast from average diner fare to something slightly more impressive. Of course, apple and pork are natural bedfellows, so it is not so surprising that the apple combined so well with everything else to make a very tasty menage a quatre.

Make these pancakes to cheer yourself up; make them to cheer someone else up; or make them just for the hell of it!

Pancakes with bacon, apple and maple syrup

Makes 10-12 pancakes, so enough for four breakfasters

125g plain flour
125ml milk
1 egg
1 tsp baking powder
1 tbsp caster sugar
pinch sugar
30g melted butter plus more butter for frying the pancakes and apple
3 dessert apples, cut into eighths
8-12 rashers of bacon, back or streaky depending on your preference

Pre-heat the oven to 200C, gas 6

  1. Lay the bacon out on a baking tray and put in to the pre-heated oven to cook for 15 minutes, or until nice and crisp (streaky will take less time than back).
  2. Sift together the dry ingredients in a large bowl and combine the milk, egg and melted butter in another bowl or jug.
  3. Make a well in the centre of the dry ingredients, then add the milk etc. and whisk vigorously to combine into a thick, lump-free batter.
  4. Leave the batter to stand while you turn your attention to the apples. Melt approximately 25g butter in a non-stick frying pan over a medium heat and add the apple slices when the butter is foaming. Gently fry the apple slices until they are lightly caramelised on the outside and are soft all the way through.
  5. Remove the apples from the pan and leave in a warm place until ready to serve.
  6. Now return the frying pan to the heat and add more butter if necessary to lubricate the pancakes while they cook. When the butter has melted, add the batter to the pan. If you are using a large frying pan you should be able to make three at a time - mine were about the circumference of a teacup, but make them as big or small as you like.
  7. When bubbles start to appear on the uncooked side of the pancake, flip them and cook until they are golden brown on both sides. Now remove the pancakes and keep the in the same warm place where you left the apples until ready.
  8. Repeat these steps until the mixture is all used up and you have a steaming pile of fluffy pancakes ready for the table.
  9. To serve, I laid my bacon on the plate, then alternated pancakes and slices of sauteed apple, so that there were three layers of each and then drizzled maple syrup over the whole lot. 




After that, you can either go out and slay some killer lines in the backcountry powder, or get a lift down to Tunbridge Wells for your friend Phil's 30th birthday. Guess which one I actually did on Saturday? Clue - it wasn't this...

Photo courtesy of Ryan Davison Crisp 

P.S. Don't worry if there's only a couple of you for brekkie - make the same amount of batter as it will happily stay in the fridge for a couple of days, supplying you with more pancakes for breakfasts or dinner time desserts.


Saturday, 15 February 2014

The Ranelagh Kitchen Diaries - part four



Ok, I know it is getting late in the day for marmalade recipes, but I made a big batch of my own marmalade over the weekend and it is, if I do say so myself, bloody fantastic stuff. Never mind Fosters, this stuff is the real amber nectar. Moreover, with the addition of a hearty slug of bourbon, if you eat enough of it, it might even have the same effect as a couple of tinnies.

Usually, I would launch in to some diatribe about how making your own preserves isn't actually an activity just for aged spinsters and something for hip young dudes as well. In this case though I think I would be fighting a losing battle. Marmalade isn't cool and lets face it, neither is marmalade making. But I don't care. I find it both a very satisfying and very relaxing way to spend a few hours on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. So ignore the naysayers and crack on because the Seville oranges won't be around for much longer (I was at the shops earlier and they still had plenty in though).




The recipe is easy, but does require a lot of juicing and chopping. I used my food mixer to juice the oranges, which was a real time saver, but if you don't have one a normal juicer or even a fork and a bit of elbow grease will do fine. Similarly, it might be tempting to use a food processor to chop the peel, but it is much better done by hand and if you have a sharp knife isn't too onerous.


Seville orange and bourbon marmalade

1kg Seville Oranges
1 lemon
1kg golden caster sugar
1kg soft light brown sugar
2.5 litres water
100ml bourbon or any other type of whisk(e)y

You will also need a very large saucepan, a piece of muslin or an old sock and at least seven or eight washed and sterilised jam jars.

  1. Get to work on the oranges, halving and juicing them in to a bowl. You want to reserve all the pips and pith and any other pieces of flesh in a second bowl and keep your bowl of juice free from all this detritus. Do the same for the solitary lemon too.
  2. Then comes the chopping. You need to slice all the orange halves into thin strips. These will end up being the nice juicy pieces of orange peel that liven up your marmalade of a morning, so the thickness of your strips depends on how thick you like them on your toast.
  3. Add the juice and the sliced peel to your large saucepan, cover with the cold water and bring to the boil. While the water is coming up to the boil put all the reserved pith, seeds and flesh into a piece of muslin, or if like me you don't have some muslin hanging around, use an old sport sock. Then tie up the ends to create a little parcel of pith and add this to the juice and peel.
  4. When the mix has come to the boil lower the heat and leave to simmer gently for approximately two hours. After the time has elapsed check that the peel is completely soft and cooked through then remove the bag of pith and leave to cool for ten minutes.
  5. At this point you can leave the marmalade overnight before moving on to step six. This is useful if you have a rugby match to watch like I did.
  6. When the bag of muslin is cool enough to handle grab it a give it a bloody good squeeze over the marmalade mixture. You want to get as much of the gooey gloopy stuff out of the bag as possible as the goo contains the pectin necessary to set the marmalade.
  7. Now bring the mix up to a simmer, add the sugar and stir thoroughly until the sugar has completely dissolved into the nascent marmalade. It is important that it does dissolve fully, so don't skimp on the stirring. Also put a couple of saucers into the freezer to chill.
  8. Now turn the heat up under the marmalade, bring to a rolling boil and leave to cook rapidly for at least fifteen minutes. This is to get the marmalade up to the setting point. For me this was a temperature of 109C, but start checking when the marmalade reaches 104C. If you don't have a temperature probe just start testing it after the 15 minutes.
  9. The best way to test if the marmalade has reached setting point is to put a teaspoon of the mix on one of the cold saucers and put in the fridge for a minute. The take it out and run your finger through the mix. If it crinkles, has formed a bit of a skin and your finger leaves a gap through the mix then it is ready, if not, let the mixture cook for another five minutes and try again. It might take up to half an hour, so be patient and don't be tempted to take it off the heat too soon or your marmalade won't set in the jars.
  10. When setting point has been reached, take the marmalade off the boil and leave to cool for 15 minutes, then pour in the bourbon and mix. Finally get the marmalade into the sterilised jars and seal.
It sounds like quite a lot of work, but everything is spread out over a couple of hours and the only sustained periods of action are at the start and the end. In any case, the whole process is thoroughly worthwhile and I've already worked my way through one jar and am on to my second.





A loaf of white on rye

If you saw part three of the kitchen diaries you will have read something along the lines of: I don't eat white bread and don't intend on making any bread with white flour. Well to be frank, that was bollocks and I did make a white boule seasoned with a smattering of rye flour last weekend. Moreover it was possibly the best loaf I have made yet. Proof that you shouldn't believe anything I write (maybe!).

Anyway, the method is almost exactly the same as the one in the previous post, but instead of the flour mix I suggest there use 400g strong white flour and 100g rye flour. Then instead of putting the loaf into a tin to prove, shape it into a sort of hemisphere or boule shape instead (see photo below). After the prove, slash the top a couple of times with a sharp knife and put it in the oven to cook for 35-40 minutes. Perfect toasted with butter and a good dollop of that bourbon marmalade.







Thursday, 6 February 2014

The Ranelagh Kitchen Diaries - part three


A rye and spelt loaf!

God, isn't the weather so unremittingly shit at the moment. Every time I think I should get out on my bike for a bit of exercise I see a torrent of leaves rush past the door being chased by a squally rain shower. Thus, I close the door and return to the chocolate digestives and season five of Friday Night Lights (best TV show ever made - and that includes The Wire).

Ideal conditions you might think for spending extended periods of time in the kitchen, indulging in my second favourite activity outside the bedroom. Speaking of which, I have just returned from a couple of days skiing (my favourite activity outside the bedroom) in Courmayeur, where I had some really excellent food. If you are ever there I heartily recommend going to Maison Vielle for lunch - apparently it is one of Heston Blumenthal's favourite places, so don't just take my word for it.

Anyway, less skiing and more food because I have promised you my finalised bread recipe and it is just about ready for public view...

I have been making bread once or twice a week since Christmas and can see why people can become obsessed with it. It can be both immensely satisfying and immensely frustrating at the same time. I can't pretend that every loaf of bread I have made has been a success, indeed at least one rye and spelt loaf has ended up in the bin because of a series of cock-ups.

But when it does all work out, I really do feel a warm glow of achievement that few other kitchen-related activities can provide. Moreover, the bread is much better for you and tastes great - nicer than anything other than the best quality commercially-made loaves.

There are all manner of different methods for making bread and I have tried quite a few, but the best results I achieved were using the most traditional one, i.e. knead, rise, knock-back, prove and bake. So this is the method I am going to recommend below.

I decided not to bother making white bread, because I tend not to eat it anyway and if I am going to bake my own bread I want it to be as healthy as possible. Thinking about other types of flour, I have tried wholemeal, spelt and rye in varying quantities. Of these, my favourites have been a rye and spelt combo and the spelt only loaf. Baking with these flours isn't as straightforward as using plain flour, but the flavours you get are more complex and it is worth persevering with.

There you have it, follow the recipe below and you should emerge with a pretty decent looking rye and spelt loaf. Perfect for toasting, sandwiches and whatever other bread-related activities you indulge in.


Rye and spelt loaf

200g rye flour
200g spelt flour
130g strong white flour
7g instant yeast
10g fine grained salt
2 dessert spoons caster sugar
1/2 vitamin C tablet, ground into a powder (this is a baker's trick to stop the bread being too heavy)
300ml lukewarm water
a neutral tasting oil, e.g. rape or sunflower

You will also need a standard 2 lb loaf tin

  1. Start off by combining the warm water, yeast and sugar in a warmed mixing bowl large enough to take all the flour. Stir until the sugar and yeast have dissolved in to the water. Now add the flour, vitamin C and salt, and stir until the flour and water have combined into a sticky dough.  
  2. Pour a small amount of oil onto a clean work surface and at the same time grease up your palms too. This is so the dough doesn't stick to you while you knead it. Then turn the dough out on to the oiled surface and knead it for as long as you can manage - seven to ten minutes should suffice. The purpose of the kneading is to stretch the gluten strands in the flour and make them all elastic and bouncy.* 
  3. After the knead you are ready for the second stage of my process - the rise. Roll the dough into a ball, place in a lightly oiled bowl, cover with cling film, a tea-towel or plastic bag and leave in a warm place to rise for at least an hour. Ideally you would leave it a bit longer though.
  4. When it has risen and more or less doubled in size, turn the dough out onto a work surface, give it a bit of a bash to expel the air out of the dough and knead very briefly. This is called knocking-back. Then shape the dough into a rectangle the width of your loaf tin and roll tightly, as if you were making a Swiss roll. Now put the bread into the loaf tin, seam side down, cover again and leave in a warm place to prove. While the bread is proving heat the oven to as hot as it will go  and ideally heat up a sturdy baking tray in there too (this helps the bread cook from the bottom up as well).
  5. Proving is just another name for the bread rising for a second time, which is easy enough. But the key is to catch the dough at the right time to put in the oven. Too short a time and it will turn out all doughy and too long a time and the bread will collapse when it is baking or when you take it out of the oven. The best way to do this is via the "prod-method". If you poke the dough and it springs back straight-away it needs a bit longer. If you poke it and it stays poked, it has proved for too long. Ideally, when prodded, the dough will spring back slowly to its original position. As is often the case, you want the happy medium.
  6. When the happy medium has been reached place the bread on the pre-heated baking tray and place on the middle shelf in the hot oven. Leave it at max temperature for 20 minutes, then turn the heat down to 210c and cook for another 20 minutes.
  7. There are a couple of ways to check if the bread is ready. The old fashioned method is to tap the bottom and if it sounds hollow it is ready. This is a bit imprecise though, so you can also use a temperature probe as well. Insert the probe in to the middle of the bread and if the internal temperature has reached 90c it should be done.
  8. Take the bread out of the oven a leave to cool on a rack before cutting in to it. If you do cut in to it while it is warm you will let all the steam escape and the texture of the crumb can change.
That, folks, is it. Don't be too disheartened if your loaf doesn't turn out perfect the first, or indeed, every time. Persevere, because bread-making is well worth your time and effort, even if the supermarket loaf is just a short stroll away.

Stage three - pre-rise

Another one of the finished article

* n.b. There is another kneading method that I have had some success with. This involves a series of three or four very short kneads (15 seconds) punctuated by 10 minutes intervals when you let the dough rest, before finally leaving the dough to rise properly. This method can be substituted happily for the more traditional one mentioned in stage 2 if you fancy experimenting.


Sunday, 19 January 2014

The Ranelagh Kitchen Diaries - part two



Haha, I bet you thought that my kitchen diaries idea was going to fall on its arse after just one week. But no, my efforts have extended themselves into week two. Week three is another matter of course, but we can cross that particular rope bridge when we get to it.

So, what have I been up to food wise this week? I made two more loaves of bread, both wholemeal, both using a similar rest-knead-rest method that is recommended by Dan Lepard - the well regarded baker, who writes for the Guardian and is a presenter on the Aussie version of The Great British Bake Off (the Great Aussie Bake Off?). Neither of these loaves were quite perfect, so I am going to continue adjusting the recipe to my own tastes before sharing it here.

By the way, if you think bread making is a bridge too far for all but the keenest of keen home cooks. Don't. I know that food writers bang on how simple their recipes are, before setting out some absurdly lengthy and complicated instructions for their version of a Shepherd's Pie, but I have made four loaves in the last ten days and it really isn't that time consuming or technically difficult.

There is also something absurdly satisfying about baking bread: it feels like much more of a primal act than any other cooking you will do. I imagined myself a horny handed medieval peasant, crafting a loaf to bake over a turf fire for my wife and fifteen children.

That's enough of the bread though, because you will have to wait a week or two for my perfect recipe for a wholemeal loaf.

Saturday 11th January

This entry is something of a cheat as it doesn't concern my own cooking. I've actually made the landmark decision to feature a guest chef on the blog. Who is this guest chef? None other than VD's buddy, the half-Uruguyuan, wannabe sustainability consultant, LP. Or to give her proper name - Pinhead.

Feijoada is Brazil's national dish: it's a real ribsticker of stew made with pork, various types of sausage, beef and beans. Pinhead might not be Brazilian, but she is from that neck of the woods and is a very good cook. So I had lots of faith in her and was very much looking forward to Saturday's dinner, when she had promised to unceremoniously snatch my feijoada v-plates.

I am not going to recite her recipe, partly because I didn't actually cook it and partly it seems like a lot of bloody effort to type it out when there a plenty of them just one click away. Anyway, as she was cooking for a famous food writer, Pinhead had gone to a lot of trouble, with a trip to the Brazilian supermarket in Ladbroke Grove to purchase the necessary foodstuffs, as well as a bottle of cahaca for the all important caiprinhas.

Suffice to say, with all this preparation, the feijoada was a triumph. The meat was tender, the stew richly flavoured and unctuous, and the beans perfectly cooked. In Brazil they serve it with rice, kale, toasted manioc flour, and fresh orange slices. And so that is how we ate it.

The stew is so rich that the orange is an inspired addition: it refreshes you in-between mouthfuls and prepares the palate for second or even third helpings. Despite having a large first helping, I did indeed dive in for seconds and had to stop myself from going in for thirds. Evidently this surfeit of feijoada sent me to sleep though and after dinner I ended up dozing on the sofa, dreaming of England's triumph in the summer's World Cup in Brazil.

Indeed, with our attentions turning to Brazil this year, I imagine they'll be plenty of people peddling Brazillian specialities around the place; telling you to get into the samba spirit with lashings of feijoada and cahaca-based cocktails. Just remember you heard it here first!


Pinhead's Feijoada


Tuesday 14th January

Aside from eating feijoada, this week I've mostly been experimenting with various combinations of brassicas and pasta (there's something I'd never thought I'd write!). Trying to find a tasty but thrifty midweek recipe using these two ingredients. There was a penne with savoy cabbage and pine nuts that was decent, but perhaps not the most exciting thing I've ever eaten. I made another attempt with some kale, garlic and spaghetti a couple of days later, which to be honest was a bit crap.

However, on Tuesday night I absolutely hit the jackpot with a plate of penne with purple sprouting broccoli, anchovy, garlic, chilli, a drop of cream and sprinkling of breadcrumbs (a pangrattato no less).

I know it is early for purple sprouting broccoli, but I picked up some nice looking stuff at the local Farmer's Market on Sunday. I also grabbed some Jerusalem artichokes, but haven't had the time or inclination to do anything with them yet. I thought about a tart, but you will have to wait until next week's post for an artichoke update.

This pasta dish is one of the best I can remember eating for a while, so please have a crack at it. Thrifty, warming and perfect for January.

Penne with purple sprouting broccoli, anchovy and cream

Serves 2

200g penne
6-8 florets of purple sprouting broccoli, trimmed and cut into three of four bite-size pieces
6 anchovy fillets
3 cloves garlic
1 red chilli finely sliced or 1 tsp dried red chilli flakes
4 tblsp double cream
Parmesan or similar Italian hard cheese (I used Grana Padano)
Olive oil
Salt and pepper

For the pangrattato (optional)

2 slices bread
olive oil
Parmesan cheese or similar

  1. Put the pasta on to boil. In the ten minutes it will take to cook you should be able to knock up the sauce. If you worry about your ability to get everything done in time, start with the sauce and put the pasta on when you're halfway through making it. It will happily keep warm for a few minutes.
  2. For the sauce, add two to three tablespoons of olive oil to a shallow frying pan over a medium heat and then add the anchovy, garlic and chilli. Fry for a couple of minutes until the garlic has softened and the anchovy started to dissolve into the oil. Then add the broccoli, stir and leave to cook over a low heat until just before the pasta is ready.
  3. Just before you drain the pasta, add the cream and a ladleful of the cooking water from the pasta to the broccoli and stir well. Then add the drained pasta to the sauce and give the whole lot a good stir and leave for a minute or so over a low heat, by which time the sauce and penne will be well combined. Then grate over a load of the parmesan cheese and serve with the pangrattato (if using).
For the pangrattto cube the bread, put in a bowl, pour over a spoonful of olive and oil and grate some parmesan over the top. Then mix, put on a baking tray and stick it an oven heated to 200C for about ten minutes. When the bread has thoroughly crisped up, take it out, leave for a couple of minutes to cool, then grind up using a pestle and mortar or food processor. Don't do this too thoroughly though: you want a coarse crumb.


A feast in brown!


And that is it for this week. I made the mistake of going into the Ginger Pig (posh butchers) off Marylebone High Street on Friday and spent quite a lot of money on beef, so there might be a recipe featuring beef short ribs next time around, then again there might not! You'll have to wait and see...

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

The Ranelagh Kitchen Diaries - part one


I suppose I should apologise really as I think this post marks the longest period of time that I have left Gastrolad without any type of update. I didn't even manage some sort of sarcastic Christmas list like last year or make a desperate attempt to shoehorn some seasonal recipes onto the blog two weeks too late as I've done in previous years.

The reasons? Well, I was very busy in December with professional matters and a sustained period of boozing, which tends to get in the way of blog posting. I also went away during the week before Christmas and spent a very enjoyable time swanking about in a series of five star hotels in several Swiss ski resorts. This trip was on behalf of The Arbuturian and so you will be able to read all about it soon enough.

Finally, I think that having got my first piece in to a national food magazine I spent a good deal of time basking in that glory; telling all and sundry about my new status as a professional food writer! So, in a familiar story, I'd forgotten my roots and cast aside the blog in favour of the bright lights of Delicious Magazine! Fear not though reader because I have come to my senses and remembered that it was this blog that got me there in the first place.

In terms of posts for this coming year, I've been inspired by Nigel Slater's Kitchen Diaries, both volumes of which I found lounging around at home over Christmas. I spent an enjoyable couple of hours dipping in and out of each book and realised that I could do something similar here.

I actually do a lot of cooking that never makes it on to the blog: I don't buy ready meals and I don't work long enough hours to deny me the chance to cook most evenings. Therefore, I thought I would try and document some of what I cook on a weekly basis and stick it up here.

I am aware that I have previously had these ideas for new posts, which last for a week or two before falling my the wayside. I will try my best to do better this time around, no guarantees though! Here goes...


31st December 2013 - New Year's Eve

VD and I were invited round to a good friend's on NYE with the instructions to bring a dessert. Normally I wouldn't agonise for too long about what to make, but I knew my long standing dessert rival Dr M would be there with her killer Pavlova, so I had to produce something half decent or risk being upstaged. Dr M is the most talented pastry chef I know and while I'm not completely sure what her medical skills are like (adequate I assume), her baking is top class!

In the end it was to the south of France and a prune and armagnac tart that I turned to. Prunes aren't always a crowd pleaser, but I bloody love 'em, and when soaked in armagnac, placed on a bed of soft, spongy frangipane and baked in a crisp pastry shell they make for a brilliant dessert.


Prune and Armagnac tart

One blind baked sweet pastry tart case (there's already a recipe here on the blog - make it up to stage 7)
250g prunes
3 tbsp Armagnac
125g ground almonds
2 eggs, beaten
100g butter
125g caster sugar
60g flour

  1. Start off the day before you want to make the dessert by soaking the prunes in the Armagnac. Its best if you leave them overnight, but try to make sure they get at least a couple of hours to allow them to absorb as much of the booze as possible.
  2. While you tart case is blind baking you can make the frangipane. Start of by creaming together the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Then still mixing (ideally use an electric whisk or food mixer, but elbow grease will so) add the beaten egg a little at a time. If you are worried about the mixture curdling, which can happen, add a spoonful of the flour along with each eggy addition.
  3. Once the egg is incorporated gently mix in the ground almonds and remaining flour. If the almonds haven't soaked up all the armagnac add this to the mixture at this stage too. You should now have a smooth, slightly glossy almond frangipane with a droppable texture, i.e. like a thick cake batter.
  4. Once the pastry case has blind baked add the frangipane mixture, making sure it is evenly distributed in the the case and then smooth down using a palette knife or spatula. Now add the soaked prunes to the frangipane, arranging them however you like. I went for concentric circles, but the world of tart decoration is your oyster!
  5. Bake in the oven at 160 C for 35 to 40 minutes, by which time the frangipane will be an appetising golden brown. Serve with cream, clotted cream, ice-cream or even yoghurt if you are feeling frugal.

Stage 4 - before the oven

Foolishly I didn't take a picture of the tart when it came out of the oven, but rest assured it looked great and tasted just as good. If you're wondering who won the dessert-off I can't quite recall, so lets assume it was me - Pavlova's a summer dessert anyway!


1st January 2014 - New Year's Day

Foolishly I had agreed to take the hit and relieve everyone's New Year's Day ennui with a lunch party round at mine. Cruelly I had forced VD out into the rain the previous afternoon to buy in the supplies, so all I had to to do was knock together the food.

Easy enough normally, but not with a killer headache brought on by Nick and Jen's large supply of engagement champagne (congrats guys) and my genetic predisposition to hangovers. A little aside here, but I have inherited my Dad's vulnerability to hangovers, something that he has yet to grow out of. When he went to visit VD's family in Belfast in the summer, so taken was he with the local craic he didn't manage to get out of bed the next day and missed the open top bus tour down the Falls Road!

Anyway, lunch was chicken braised with sherry and cream, new potatoes and savoy cabbage, followed by leftover prune tart, Viennetta and choc ices. The chicken recipe is one I adapted from Heston Blumenthal At Home. His version requires a bit more faffing about than New Year's Day demands, but a cut down version was easy enough.

Essentially, you brown some chicken thighs in butter and olive oil, then remove them from the pan and soften some onion and garlic in the same fat. Next, add a wine glass of sherry, bring to the boil and cook off the alcohol, before adding chicken stock and double cream. Then reduce the liquid for ten minutes at a medium simmer. Finally you add the chicken back to the pan, put the whole lot in the oven at a low heat (150-160C) for an hour and serve. Optional extras include pancetta, mushrooms and whatever herbs you fancy: tarragon would be my choice, but thyme would work well too.

If you require a more professional recipe here is Heston's via Waterstones.com.


Sunday 5th January 2014

VD, generous to a fault as she is, bought far more cabbage and potatoes than seven people could possibly hope to eat in one setting when I sent her to the shops on New Year's Eve. Consequently, to start 2014 with a bang (quite literally) we spent the first week of the year eating the diet of a 19th century Russian peasant.

Cabbage and potatoes might seem unpromising but there are plenty of things you can make with them other than soup...ok, maybe not plenty, but I did make a fantastic cabbage and potato bake, inspired by an Antonio Carluccio recipe. So good was it I would happily make it during times of plenty and not just when forced to!

Cabbage and potato bake

Serves 2-3 as a main (maybe 4 if you're stingy)

3 large baking potatoes, peeled and finely sliced
Half a Savoy Cabbage, outer leaves removed and shredded
300g soft cheese, cut into 1cm slices - I used brie because I am cheap, but the original recipe says Taleggio
Butter
Salt and Pepper

Heat oven to 200C

  1. Using two pans of boiling water cook both the potatoes and cabbage for three to four minutes each, then drain and in the case of the cabbage, dry thoroughly. If you have a tea towel to hand you can use this to wring it out, but I just used a potato masher to try and squeeze out as much excess moisture as possible.
  2. Lightly butter a baking dish, then add half the potatoes and season with salt and pepper.
  3. Now add the cabbage on top of the potatoes and arrange half the cheese on top of the cabbage, season once more, especially with plenty of black pepper.
  4. Finally, add the remaining potatoes and top with the cheese and a few modest nuggets of butter.
  5. Place into the hot oven and cook for 30-35 minutes. 
Perfect with a green salad for a frugalish dinner with no hint of a gulag whatsoever!



Tuesday 7th January

At a loose end with nowt else to do after work but start a blog post and eat yet more cabbage for dinner - this time in a pasta sauce with some bacon, garlic, grana padano and pine nuts - I made a loaf of soda bread. The recipe was one of my own from back in the good old days of 2011 when the blog was in its infancy and can be found here.



Shite pic, but tasty loaf. See you next week!


Saturday, 9 November 2013

Gastrolad is Delicious!



Dear readers, I have some good news to report. After two and half years of blogging away at the coal face of digital media, where a pay cheque is as rare as a good hotdog at Bubbledogs, I have had my big break. If you go to page 55 of December's edition of Delicious Magazine you will find an article by me on how to keep the peace in the kitchen when the temperature is rising  and you're trying to get that festive turkey out of the oven and onto the table to feed the massed ranks.

Obviously I can't reveal much more than that, so head down to the newsagent and pick up your own copy. If you can't find one, drop me a line though as my Mum has bought up the whole of Harrogate's supply to pass round friends and family!

Happy reading....

Monday, 28 October 2013

Restaurant review: A Wong


"The dim sum came with a bespoke topping, including a dainty little citrus foam hat on the pork and prawn dumpling - the first foam I've seen in a Chinese restaurant outside the toilets..."

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Kale, chorizo and butterbean stew


"Have you ever tried a wheatgrass shot? I wouldn't bother if I were you, it tastes crap and doesn't even prevent cancer..."

Monday, 30 September 2013

Restaurant Review: Kitchen Table at Bubbledogs


Sweetcorn risotto with summer truffle

"Damsons, James told us, are particularly rare and we were lucky that he had managed to get hold of some. Unfortunately for him, I had spread damson jam on my toast that morning for breakfast and told him so..."