Monday, 4 March 2013
Health food shops often seem something of an anomaly - encouraging healthy eating but populated by mostly miserable, often positively grumpy and altogether unhealthy looking individuals. One independent in London seemed to actively discourage return customers and be happy to provide less than helpful service.
Peppers on Deal High Street is the exact opposite. Helpful staff, to the point of maybe even being a little too helpful to some of the more demanding customers who seem incapable of finding anything for themselves but nonetheless an absolute melting pot for all sorts of societal subversives. Conversations range from how many minutes to boil a goose egg, to who funded the plans for a 39 billion pound airport at Goodwin Sands, to the benefits of Himalayan Rose pink crystal salt. It may be a local phenomenon or just an indication of the true meaning of a local shop.
We left with two goose eggs for our lunch - one would've sufficed. A rich and incredible flavour - but maybe slightly rubbery textured albumen. A welcome change.
Posted by Danielle Inga at 21:23
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Perennial problems with bananas - too green when you buy them and want to eat them, then forgotten and over ripe with a high infused banana flavour. The addition of chocolate and almonds mellows the banana and creates a dense slightly puddingy cake best eaten in small quantities! Nigel Slater is the origin of this recipe but with a few minor adjustments.
175g softened butter
150g caster sugar/muscovado sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
75g ground almonds
175g self raising flour
100g dark chocolate cut into slithers
2 large over ripe bananas cut into cubes
Heat oven to 170 centigrade
Grease and fully line a loaf tin
Cream together butter and sugar until light and fluffy
Gradually beat in the eggs and vanilla
Fold in flour and almonds
Gently fold in chocolate and bananas
Pour into loaf tin - cook for 40 minutes then cover top with foil to prevent over browning and then cook for a further 40 minutes or until top is no longer soggy and skewer is clean (except for the melted chocolate!)
Posted by Danielle Inga at 10:35
Tuesday, 15 January 2013
Lentils are traditionally eaten on New Year's Eve in Italy - an aid to prosperity and a symbol of good luck with each lentil signifying money. In these times of the fluctuating fortunes of the Euro the metaphor has taken another paradoxical turn - for what is the real value of money - a hill of beans?!
Lentil and Chorizo Soup
1 cup of lentils brown/green
I onion finely sliced
4 sticks of celery finely sliced
4 cloves of garlic
4 carrots diced
I red romano pepper sliced
Fresh parsley chopped
Slice the chorizo and brown gently in a frying pan with a little olive oil for a few minutes - set to one side
Rinse the lentils - put in a pan cover with cold water and simmer until al dente - top up water if needed
In a large saucepan fry the onions and celery on a low heat until soft
Add garlic, carrots, pepper, lentils and chorizo
Add a good glug of wine (whatever your drinking) and then just cover with water
Simmer until all ingredients cooked - check for seasoning - the spicy chorizo will probably provide all the seasoning you need add parsley and serve.
Posted by Danielle Inga at 12:34
Friday, 11 January 2013
Variations on a theme - isn't that what most cooking is about. I am not claiming to be the inventor of new dishes or a food innovator - the only science involved in my culinary habits is pretty much limited to applying heat to food. The mystique that surrounds food, like a lot of creative practice is perpetuated by those who are supposedly there to aid and assist us in our endeavours in the kitchen. We are literally dazzled by the fantastic array of ingredients, the encyclopaedic knowledge of food writers, TV chefs and even food critics - knowledge becomes a weapon with which to bludgeon the less knowing with. We are left feeling a little abashed and unwilling to reveal our limited knowledge we forget to ask - HOW? WHY? WHAT?
French food is surrounded in mystery. One must be classically trained - like a stage actor or a classical musician to understand the exotic terms for the simplest of techniques. This is a system well know to all professionals seeking to differentiate themselves from the masses, as well as receive added remuneration for their brilliance. Think of the law and medicine as two prime examples where comprehension is paramount but somehow language and communication has been lost in favour of gobbledegook. I was proud that my professor at the RCA described my writing as being more from the New Journalism school than the Academe - praise indeed.
So here is a plate of rice or as Italians like to call it Risotto!
Clean and slice 6 field mushrooms
Clean and chop 4 spring onions
Season with salt and pepper - fry together until cooked
Put a handful of dried porcini mushrooms in a cup of boiled water to soak
Bring a large pan of water with Bouillon stock powder to the boil
Heat some olive oil in a saucepan
Measure a cup of rice (enough for 2) and stir into the heated oil
Add a ladle of stock and keep stirring continue until the stock has evaporated
Drain the dried mushrooms once softened and add the liquor to the rice
Chop the dried mushrooms and add to the field mushrooms
Continue with the stock until the rice is cooked how you like it - a little bite but soft and creamy
Add the mushrooms
Check for seasoning remembering that you'll be enshrouding your rice with grated Parmesan - so not too much salt!
Chop a handful of fresh parsley, stir through and serve.
Thursday, 10 January 2013
I have always eaten fresh fennel - in our family we'd be close to blows to secure a second helping of a fennel salad. Braising it - as people are often advised to do, seems to diminish this crisp vegetable and reduce it to a watery ersatz version of its wonderfully aniseedy, crunchy self.
Winter salad may sound like an oxymoron but even in the darkest, coldest, gloomiest months of the year we still need fresh food. Tomatoes are a no-no, so cooked beetroot is a good stand in for a soft and sweet dimension. Texture comes in layers from the fresh fennel, to the radish and rocket. Orange gives an acidic contrast to the sweet beet and a sprinkling of toasted sunflower and pumpkin seeds is yet another healthy tasty addition. Dress with a little olive oil, a squeeze of lemon juice, salt and pepper.
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Frozen peas always there to add a little colour or sweetness, quick and versatile - what's not to like?
Chop spring onion, fry in a little olive oil until soft.
Chuck in a bag of frozen peas, a little gem lettuce that you've shredded and washed and half a glass of white wine.
Add as much vegetable stock as you need to cover the peas.
Cook until peas are done.
Put in a food blender or blitz.
Check seasoning - serve warm rather than piping hot.
Chop a little fresh mint and a dollop of creme fraiche to serve.
Friday, 14 December 2012
Received wisdom tells us that playing with your food is best avoided. Somehow it signals a lack of focus in the primary objective that should be eating. I feel ambivalent about writing about food. As though I'm stuck in some sort of perpetual self-reflective syndrome with food bloggers who write about little else but baking and all their accompanying smug, feelgood homeliness.
TV food programmes which are either so simplistic that they offer little more than food assembly, or the rarefied environs of Michelin star style cookery where the "classically trained" communicate in terms that are never explained linguistically or visually but are more intent on clever editing with on the beat cuts to coincide with the cracking of an egg.
With the state of the nation's health spiralling downward as fruit and veg spiral in the polar opposite direction. Food has become a stick to beat us with. In Britain the middle classes have hijacked food as a commodity with high cultural capital. Food faddism is another way to raise value but as with all fashions the majority are following rather than creating.
I'm still cooking but with nobody else in mind except my family and my own appetite. Appetite seems to be glaringly absent from most food discourse. Trying to fathom and fulfil our own individual peccadilloes as well as those of others and prepare food which goes some way to satiate.
Cooking is for many a real pleasure but also a chore. By denying this and elevating it to the level of an experiential pass time has the potential to alienate those who spend most time doing it. Meal times are often fractious inspite of carefully delineated places assigned to each individual - usually illustrating alliances or systems of control.
Children divided by parents, grandparents acting as a buffer. The head of the table with paterfamilias and eldest male sibling at the other, mother positioned to father's right hand and of course with easy access to the kitchen with youngest child (myself) next to her - ready to help, or receive a swift chastising. Younger brother next to me, third in line both in birth and from the patriarch. My sister the second child, at the left hand of my father and next to grandma. Those days are long gone with family meals like these never to be repeated now we each find our position according to which faction of the now extended family is present but consistency remains - the patriarch remains solidly fixed at the head of the table and playing with your food is not tolerated.
Posted by Danielle Inga at 17:24