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Monday, October 10, 2011

at my table

The weekend is my time to be a kitchen goddess (so I like to imagine). I took no photos during the last few days but I am going to transcribe my recipes regardless because they all worked so very well. Happy tummies all round.

Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall is going vegetable mad this season, and I agree with his thinking ... autumn is the time to break free from the dogma of meat, even if briefly.

Big Baked Mushrooms

1 tsp oil
8 large portabella mushrooms
20g unsalted butter
2 garlic cloves, finely chopped
60g mature cheddar, grated

Preheat the oven to 190ºC. lightly oil a roasting tray. Out the mushrooms, open-side onto the tray, dot with butter, scatter over the garlic and season.

Bake for 15 minutes until the mushrooms are tender and juicy. Serve as they are or sprinkle with cheese and return to the oven for 5 minutes until golden and bubbling.

And yet another recipe I picked up from Waitrose: don't be put off by their anaemic photo. I used chicken thighs, a packet of lardons and a pheasant from the freezer which i pot roasted in a little red wine, and then cut up into big bites. The pan juices from the pheasant contributed greatly to the dish. Nor did I bother with a pea and bean mix and instead used a swede, cut into little cubes, and a handful of mushrooms that I had in the freezer. I did add the tarragon and the sour cream, for a happy conclusion.

The leftovers worked even better: I reduced the sauce for 10 minutes, dissolving some frozen spinach as it heated. Added to a panful of pasta, more sour cream and a healthy dose of parmesan we quickly scoffed the lot.

I am on a mission to educate my children so make them a different curry every week or so. This is my (and their) favourite so far.

Roopa Gulati's Weekender Lamb Curry, unashamedly copied verbatim from the October edition of Waitrose Kitchen.

1 tsp fennel seeds
3tbsp vegetable oil
1 tsp cumin seeds
6 cardamom pods, split
1tsp dried chilli flakes
1 cinnamon stick
3 red onions, grated or very finely chopped
6 garlic cloves, crushed
5cm fresh root ginger, grated
750g lamb neck fillet
2 bay leaves
400g can chopped tomatoes
1tsp turmeric
3 green chillies, deseeded and roughly chopped
1 tsp garam masala
250g charlotte  potatoes, halved
175g turnips, peeled and cut into 4cm cubes
350ml chicken stock
2 tbsp chopped coriander

Heat a small frying pan on a medium heat and toast the fennel seeds for about 20 seconds or until they give off a sweet aniseedy scent. Using a pestle and mortar, pound them to a powder and set aside.

Heat the oil over a medium heat in a large, lidded ovenproof casserole and add the cumin, cardamom, chilli and cinnamon. Stir and fry the spices until they give off a nutty aroma (about 20 seconds)

Add the onions and fry for 10 minutes, stirring often, until goden. Add the ginger, garlic and 75ml water; cook for 1 minutes until the water has evaporated.

Preheat the oven to 170ºC. Tip the lamb and bay leaves into the pan and fry for about 10 minutes until well browned, stirring all the time. Add a dash of water if the meat starts to catch.

Stir in the tomatoes, turmeric, green chilies, garam masala, potatoes, turnips and crushed fennel. Simmer for 5-7 minutes til the tomatoes have cooked down.

Pour over the stock, bring to a simmer and cover. Transfer to the oven for 1 hour 15 minutes, until the meat is tender. Scatter with the chopped coriander and served with flatbreads or rice, and some yogurt.

A photo, just because i can.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

every time the same

I walk down the stairs as he comes through the front door.

We clash lips on the 3rd step up, me rubbing my face into his hair and neck to absorb his scent, his hands cupping me from rear and front in urgent succession. My skirt hem is around my hips, his shoes kicked to the hall floor, his feet now slipping on the silk lining of his suit trousers as they descent to his ankles. We hold on to each other as support becomes more necessary than heat, laugh and head for more stable ground but the haste is still upon us and it is good.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

seasonal bounty

Did I mention crumble? My children love the sweetness and crunch of a crisp baked crust.

Before, then after.

Particularly when there is soft, moist cake underneath. I fiddle with this recipe often, using hedgerow fruits or berries from the garden (or freezer). I then offset the luxury of butter and sugar in excess with a wholesome (if similarly rib-sticking) soup. Red peppers, chorizo, butter beans and black nero; a huge bear hug in a bowl. 


We are going to supper with friends on Saturday. He assures me that he has passed on my dietary needs, and my preferences. Well, hopefully not ALL my preferences. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

whipped buttercream

With his free hand he held my head against his hip, his fingers easily weaving into my loose hair for a tighter purchase, twisting my neck at a peculiar angle that forces my chin upwards and one cheek flat into soft, sparse belly hair. I struggle slightly for I can't reach him with my open mouth but he just grips harder and holds me steady.

His other hand is in full motion, a familiar rhythm, just within my field of vision.

Underneath my face his belly tightens and swells momentarily, he pulls me abruptly higher and I have a warm wet sensation in one nostril, smothered sinuses and a splatter of heavy pressure over a clamped-shut eyelid. I gurgle and splutter and slither across his skin, dripping jizz from my nose while he chortles with glee.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

a kick up my arse


apropos to nothing much, i had a nasty bicycle accident at the beginning of the summer holiday - about 6 weeks ago. A careless moment, and i spread myself stickily across fresh tarmac. I still have the grit ingrained in the palms of my hand and a shadow of thick bruise across my thigh. My boyfriend picked me up and tended the raw edges, fixed my bike and bought me gloves to wear but I haven't been back on my bike since, although i am aware of his gentle encouragement as he regularly pumps my tyres and checks the gears.

Last night we collapsed into my bed together after an emotionally draining* evening and he gathered me against his chest, kissed me lovingly and whispered seductively.

"would you like .."

I look eagerly into his eyes.

" .. me to put stabilisers on your bike?"

*

It was my youngest's birthday yesterday, for which we had a family supper. My boys, me, my boyfriend and my husband. I'm too busy to fully process.

Friday, September 9, 2011

tight sweater season

This morning I visited a client to discuss floor plans I am illustrating for a hotel.

He has a comfortable chair in his office which i lounge in, leafing through the sheets of plans, holding them up, double handed, to the light. I know he is watching me, and I can't help but hold the pose for longer than is necessarily required.

"As far as i am concerned" he said, "you can sit in that position all day long"

I'm not sure which of us is the more incorrigible, but I hope I never lose the urge to show off in cashmere.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

my palette

It is often the case that, while Bournemouth festers under heavy cloud 2 miles east, we frolic on a fragile spit of sand that is cloud-averse. The wind picked up scraps of sand and whipped them ahead of our feet so the beach appeared to shimmer and vibrate, while the ominous promise above kept the shoreline almost deserted. I could have happily walked all the way to next week.