23 Dec 2008

Pre-Christmas foodie stress






Sometimes, I think, it is possible to have too much of a good thing and Christmas seems to fit perfectly into this category. On the one hand, the 'pluses' are apparent: prezzies galore, over-indulging because you can (and because it is the 'done' thing given the fact that no other excuse is better than the 'festive' period), spending time with family and friends (which, on occasion, can be a bit of a double-edged sword)and for somebody like myself who is obsessed about food, it must be absolute heaven, right? Well, partly so...I absolutely adore entertaining but the excitement of the myriad of possible dishes I could offer sometimes gets too much and I feel like I want to hang in the towel and say: let's get an Indian! Thankfully, we came up with a cunning plan this year in order to please everyone and avoid over-exhaustion but the shopping, planning and tidying up still left me pretty shattered...I don't know how some people with huge families to feed do it, really as it was only four of us and it certainly felt like an enormous amount of work compared to the quickness with which everyone gulped it down! But I have to admit that I was pretty pleased with my efforts and those of my lovely fellow chef and partner in crime (i.e. Mike). Together we rustled up the following Xmas menu:

Starter

Home made empanadas (two per person: one filled with creamy sweetcorn, spices, and raisins and the other with buffalo mozzarella, basil, sundried tomatoes and olives)served with green leaves

Main

Roast Duck and pheasant served with a red wine and plum sauce (delicious!), roasted potatoes and parsnips, sweet potato mash and steamed broccoli and leeks

Dessert

White chocolate and mascarpone cheesecake erved with a warm dulce de leche sauce (scrumptious)

I made the starter and dessert and Mike took care of the main (with a little creative input from me). It was even better than I'd imagined it would be and I can still taste all three courses (I've got an expanding wastline to remind me of them too!)

In the evening we had cheeses, crackers, Branston pickle and tomato chutney (homemade and given to us as a present by a friend). We were certainly stuffed but with a gleeful feeling of 'mission accomplished' to match.

Here are some pictures of the food that speak louder than any number of words.

Happy New Year and here's to lots of gorgeous meals coming our way in 2009!

11 Dec 2008

Brick Lane and the orgasmic virtues of a good curry...

It was ages since I had last been to Brick Lane (and for a foodie, I am ashamed to say that I have yet to visit the market on Sundays which, I am told, is something else...) so meeting up with María, my Spanish friend, last Wednesday presented the perfect occasion as she is quite mad about food herself and especially spicy, authentic Indian/Sri Lankan/Pakistani/Bangladeshi curries. After some research online, we decided to try the much raved-about Gram Bangla. As pointed out by many, from the outside it looks like any old greasy spoon but once you enter and check out the counter, it is a whole different story. 6 or 7 simple yet gorgeous dishes to choose from (and thankfully, helpful staff to decipher the lot for you in lay terms). We shared a portion of lamb curry, one of vegetable curry, some basmati rice and a type of bread similar to a chapati but thicker (he said the name twice but neither of us could make heads nor tails of it!) This is what fast food should be like...delicious, wholesome, filled with fresh ingredients (not a processed thing in sight) and ridiculously cheap! We paid less than £6 each for that feast and left with the undescribable feeling of warmth and happiness that only great food can ever provide.

As I had plenty of time to kill before catching my train back to my suburban parallel existence, I decided to venture into the marvellous universe of Bangla City and what a colourful dimension that is. If money and weight of goodies were no object, I would have probably done one of those supermarket sweeps from those ghastly, naff 80's shows but instead of Bisto, Beans and ready meals, mine would have been packed with a million different types of spices, rice and condiments. Considering the circumstances, I think I did pretty well...after examining every single item on offer drooling and panting as I went along imagining the many flavoursome combinations possible, I forcibly packed myself off with a few bags of spices and some poppadoms. From that moment and until Friday evening, I could not stop mentally projecting the curry I was going to create and I have to say that it certainly paid off as my homemade chicken tikka masala with sag aloo, coconut-infused basmati rice and just-out-of-the-oven freshly made naan bread was just the ticket. I think I was on a high for quite some time from inhaling the aroma of multiple spices sizzling and simmering whilst the cooking was taking place.

And now it's the Christmas menu to think of...We are having a dual celebration at home so more food to plan! The Christmas Eve dinner is entirely my responsibility so I'm thinking of something quite light to leave room for the inevitable stuffing (and I don't mean the turkey's) on the 25th. Christmas Day will be roast duck and pheasant with all the trimmings prepared by my better half and the starter and dessert provided by yours truly. I'm thinking of making some Argy-style empanadas to start with and a decadent dessert with loads of dulce de leche to top it all off in style. As Nigella would say, this is no time for restraint...although I cannot say I am very familiar with the meaning of that word at any time of year but hey...Christmas is the perfect excuse to throw caution to the wind and indulge without thinking about the ensuing pangs of guilt and tight waistlines as there will be plenty of time to tackle those or other new excuses not to so what's the point anyway? For me, a merry Christmas is one with lots of scrumptious home-made food to share with your nearest and dearest and this is the only religion I swear by as it certainly lifts my spirits and fills my heart (and stomach) with utter joy...

5 Dec 2008

Christmas has exploded all over us

It never ceases to amaze me how early the 'Christmas brand' starts being brandished about in the UK in order to, in one way or another, get people into the 'spirit' which ultimately lures them into the mother of all modern activities: consumption galore. This year, more than ever, shops are desperate for our custom in order to make up for the slump in the economy so Christmas is, literally and metaphorically, a God-send; the perfect excuse to achieve that golden goal of persuading shoppers to buy unnecessary things spending more than they set out to do. Hence the abundance of 'buy one get 1 half-price'; ' buy 1 for £1.50, two for £2' and other marketing techniques that, we have to admit, manage to successfully dupe us into thinking we are getting a bargain when, in actual fact, we are probably buying stuff we wouldn't get if these 'offers' weren't shoved in our faces. The thing is, deep down, we know we spend too much and we know there will be lots of food uneaten and presents unused...However, and especially in times of crisis, we cling on to any excuse that can suspend disbelief for a while and pretend all is well so long as fridge is packed full of nice food, the tree shiny and surrounded by prezzies and all terrestrial worries pushed aside at least until the New Year...

I guess for the Christians, Christmas can be a bit of a bittersweet time. On the one hand, they are probably pleased that the birth of Christ has become so mainstream and widely celebrated by most in one way or another (albeit for some, just through buying presents for friends who do celebrate it or partaking in the office Christmas dos). On the other, many are unhappy about the fact that the 'true' meaning of Christmas has somewhat been diluted and 'commodified' into a feast of all things commercial which, clearly, goes against the Christian tenets. But, unfortunately, that is the price to pay for being the 'dominant' religion as far as the Western world is concerned. You cannot have one without the other and as the Western 'ideals' are so intertwined with consumerism, anything and everything becomes part and parcel of this modality. For me, as you probably have guessed by now, it is a great time as, for once, the UK is full of Christmas markets with lots of lovely foods that I normally wouldn't buy (being quite the thrifty type) but now you can't really deny yourself pleasure over the festivities, can you?

So yesterday I was in London again and as the friend I was supposed to meet up with took a rain-check (her words, not mine..you know who you are missy!), I found myself with all this time in my hands, a gorgeous day (no rain by the way) and a very Christmassy London. As my Argy friend is coming over to visit this weekend, I was determined to get some dulce de leche without which no Argy get-together could ever be complete. In case you don't know what it is, well...you haven't lived! It's not too late, though so I'd strongly suggest you try it but if you become an addict, it wasn't me! There are loads of blogs, sites and, yes, Facebook groups (surprise, surprise) devoted to the stuff and it is easy to see why...As I wandered around Borough Market taking in all those lovely sights and smells, I was looking down and suddenly my eyes stumbled upon some Argentinian empanadas...as I looked up I realised that I had come to find the Argy stall full of goodies from back home including the above-mentioned elixir! And not just any brand (there are loads) but one of the poshest, nicest ones...As I was rummaging through my purse to find the £6 for a kilo of my 'fix' my fellow compatriot, the stallholder, announced that it was £5 for Argies! As I said to him, it must have been the first time in my life that I'd ever felt at an advantage for being from Argyland and what better reason than to purchase the divine antidepressant commonly known as dulce de leche? I will definetely be going back to the stall whenever I'm next in the area or in desperate need of some home comforts.

After that, I walked all along the South and North banks from London Bridge to Victoria, admiring the beautifully-lit trees, the German Christmas market, a jazz band playing 'Sex Bomb' and other cheesy hits (funnily enough, it sounded fantastic), a bagpipe player and the stunning sunset over the Thames. After my previous experience in London when Sod's Law seemed to have been invented just to spite me, this time I was reminded of the reasons why it can be such a great place to be, especially around Christmas.

26 Nov 2008

Fellow society of food fanatics

I have recently discovered panacea; the holy grail of food madness; the confirmation that I am not as crazy as I thought (or rather, shall I say, that I am certainly not special or unique in my obsession). My religion is food and the temple where I worship is called Chowhound! I never knew so many foodies existed under one same 'virtual' roof and that they not only share my passion for food but also the feelings of inadequacy when faced with people that do not give a damn about what they put in their bodies and mouths. There are as many discussion threads about food as are possibly imaginable (and those I never thought about are there too) and debates can get quite heated, disagreements abound but always with the common knowledge and understanding of food as the driving force in life. Needless to say, I have lately been spending more time than it would be advisable on these forums and I can honestly say that I have found the only form of religion I feel I can believe in!

One of the discussion threads on the site was asking what people thought was the least interesting local cuisine in the world. And no; as tempted as I might have been to chip in with my views on British food, I actually felt quite sorry about the fact that many of those who took part readily chose it as the worst. I think I abstained out of respect for my host country, however uninspired and basic I feel its fare to be.

On a different (but not so different) note, the weekend went really well. The baby was the nicest, best-behaved, most adorable thing ever (and I found myself helplessly cooing over him like an idiot!), we had a very good time with our friends and, most important of all, my food went down a treat! It'd been a while since I'd last heard so many 'yums' and 'ohhhs' and 'ahhhs' during and after dinner and, as you know, practically nothing fills me with more joy than making people happy by serving them good food (I think my Jewish roots have a lot to answer for here, although they must have skipped a few generations because neither my grandma nor my mum were ever particularly interested in cooking). The menu was as follows:

Lunch: Turkey fajitas with melted manchego cheese (the turkey had been marinaded in spices and other juices for 24 hours) served with homemade guacamole, homemade refried beans, salad and corn on the cob.

Dinner: Mushroom and leek risotto with roasted garlic and cherry tomatoes, served with grated fresh mozzarella and fresh basil and bruschettas in Irish brown bread and white cuntry-style bread with goats cheese and garlic.

Dessert: Homemade wholewheat date and walnut cake with warm dulce de leche on top.

The shopping, prepping and cooking was quite laborious but the results were more than worth the effort! And I'm off to devise the menu for this next weekend as Mike's best friend is staying with us for four days and he is a veggie which gives me a great chance to indulge in my love of vegetarian creations without complaints from my better half...

20 Nov 2008

Of going to London and having visitors

I know it's an old cliché but as of late, more than ever before, the fact that I am getting older and, er, wiser (ehem) has hit home big time. Looking back on the last few years and as much as I spent quite some time in Argyland travelling, walking, hiking and camping (where did I get the energy from? I wonder), given the choice and the opportunity I just love spending hours at home simply 'pottering around' (the Britishness of this word scares me...) I've still some way to go as far as achieving domestic goddess status (not that I would ever aspire to be labelled in such a trite, ridiculous way anyway), namely:

- I am not bothered by chores unless I can't get out of them (it's amazing how many perfectly reasonable excuses there are to put them off);
- I have zero gardening skills or knowledge. Having grown up in an urban cement jungle, the furthest I ever got with regards contact with 'nature' was watering the plants in my mum's balcony (and overflowing the pots!) and doing one of those experiments for school where I had to plant a seed in a jar and make sure it sprung properly (again, mum to the rescue).

But, as excessively and obsessively well documented on this blog, somewhere along the way I have become what might be called a 'foodie', although I object to the implications of this word which, in my eyes, are intertwined with poncy, pretentious gourmet, molecular, over-priced and overrated chefs with egoes the size of a small country. The web has given me an outlet in which I have found that a lot of people out there are as insane as I am, thinking of food 24/7 and easily spending hours each day looking at it, imagining it, preparing it and even dreaming about it! If somebody'd told me a few years ago that I would become so passionate about food, I would have laughed in their face...

I was never exactly a 'party girl'. By British standards, I was practicaly a nun! The most I had were a couple of drinks every so often, I never ever tried drugs or smoked (however, I stupidly did take up smoking well after 20 but thankfully it's over and out now) and I went out and had fun in very civilised ways...not like the kids today and their raunchy antics! (and thinking like this is another reason why I'm definetely getting old).

The truth is I am happy living in a quiet, leafy town with just enough movement to satisfy the need for shops/contact with human beings if needed but also plenty of empty, green, beautiful areas where you can wonder around alone without interference, noise, traffic or any of the ailments of modern urban life. I was painfully reminded of how different my life is now to what it was some time ago yesterday when I had to go to London to get some immigraton advice (which after hours of waiting, I never got!). It's the second time in about a month that I have had to go and I always see this as a chance to catch up with friends which I really look forward to...Unfortunately, I am way too optimistic and I obviously do not remember what travelling in London is actually like! The train was delayed (surprise, surprise); I ran to my destination (via two lines of underground) and when trying to find the number 190 on Great Dover Street, it turns out that it is not on the side of the even numbers (as it should!!! Am I right?) but with the odd numbers...How ridiculous is that? By the time I realised that I was walking in the wrong direction and I got back to where I was supposed to go (which, incidentaly, was right opposite the station, staring me in the face!) I was over half an hour late which meant I got the last number and had to wait nearly 3 hours to be seen! When I finaly did (because I pushed my way in) I did not have a recent bank statement and they said they couldn't see me! In a hot panic, I ran to the bank only to be met with another queue, then dashed back sweating and panting to finally be told that I had to pay anyway and that I would get an appointment to come again...By now, I had been forced to cancel my coffee rendezvous with a friend and was left to kill off 2 hours until getting the train back at off-peak time to avoid paying the extortionate fares they would otherwise charge me for the privilege...Needless to say, I got home stressed, famined (I could not eat until almost 5pm!) and in desperate need of a whole day to recover mentally and physically from the ordeal. London's absolutely brilliant for food choices, touristy attractions and the immense pleasure of knowing that you are going back home after visiting it, wherever that might be but certainly not there!

By the way, I've got a family of three visiting this weekend! They are staying over with a baby (adorable and all but still: a real baby!) and I'm starting to panic thinking what to cook for lunch, dinner and then lunch again...I don't want to go overboard and yet I'd like to make something special...So far, I've narrowed it down to about 5 options! Help....Off to do some more research, then shopping, then prepping...Domestic moi?

13 Nov 2008

Recent culinary forays






Not the best pictures or the most sophisticated of dishes but, hey, I spent quite some time making them and the results were pretty well-received so here are two recent pictures of last week's dinners chez moi: the first one is my polenta bruschettas with veg, passatta and buffalo mozzarella and the second, my version of oven-baked Spanish tortilla. Yum!

Bad Food Nation

I've been doing some research on the nature of British food habits and found some very interesting excerpts from a book that I remember hearing about when it first came out a while ago. The author is Joanna Blythman and it makes for a fascinating, riveting read. On "Bad Food Britain: How a Nation Ruined Its Appetite", published in 2006, she delves deep into the root causes of the unhealthy, bland grub that Britons eat and how these lazy habits are driving the population into an early grave.

Some of the depressing statistics she resorts to in order to illustrate her points are, for instance, that one out of every three Britons say they do not eat vegetables because they require too much effort to get ready. Hence the incredible preponderance of convenience, ready-made, boil-in-the-bag, do not lift a finger-type food that only in this country could occupy such a large chunk of the supermarket. This is meant to be the result of the ever-perpetrated myth (which I've heard so often and yet, in every single place I have worked at struggled to see any evidence of) that Britain has the longest working hours in Europe. As Ms Blythman points out, official data shows the average length of the working week in Britain for all occupations, both full and part-time, fell to 31.8 hours in July 2004, the lowest on record. Thus, she concludes, it is not so much that Britons do not have time to cook but rather, that they do not see cooking as a good use of their time (as opposed to drinking which seems to be the favourite British passtime for which, somewhow, there is always time).

It is quite striking that so many people will think nothing of spending hours tending to a garden whilst heating up some processed frozen junk in the microwave. A lot of people I known or have known in the past see cooking as 'boring', 'tiring', 'difficult', etc because they are so far removed from a direct relationship with ingredients that they have lost all track of how they can be handled and turned into a meal without a manual. Relying on instinct, as most cooks do, is a completely foreign concept as they grow up with boiled vegetables and baked meat covered in butter or gravy. Anything else must be difficult so why bother?

Ms Blythman even has the nerve to have a dig at the sacred British roast which, to be honest, is something that exist in lots of countries and is generally associated with basic fare: put some meat in the oven as well as veg, let it cook and eat! Before I get a tirade of abuse, I do like roasts (especially what to me is the best bit about it because it is uniquely British: the Yorkshire pudding) but I think most of their merit resides in the quality of the produce and I have to confess that the first time that I actually had a decent roast was when I met my partner Mike (who takes pride in his). Before that, I had only experienced the straight-from-frozen variety of Auntie Bessy's Yorkshires AND roast potatoes, frozen peas and carrots with no dressing and frozen chicken or turkey plus jars of processed sauces which, in my book, rather than a meal it was a barely edible assembly of joyless rubbish.

Still on the subject of roasts, Ms Blythman goes on to say that: "...there's nothing quite like Bisto to evoke the mood of a traditional British roast dinner. The product comes in a jolly orange tub showing a mouth-watering golden roast chicken, flanked with green beans and roast potatoes.The only thing is, it does not contain any chicken at all, being a mixture of potato starch, maltodextrin, hydrogenated oil, salt, wheatflour, flavourings, colours, flavour enhancers, sugar, emulsifiers, spice, herb and vegetable extracts. Still, it's no fuss ? and it's quick". In a nutshell, the 'I can't believe it's not chicken' chicken gravy encompasses the whole approach to food that has prevailed in this country for way too long. An Italian, Spaniard, Greek Mexican, Chinese, Indian person (and the list could go on almost to include most countries on the planet but you know what I mean) will think nothing, and genuinely take pride in, spending hours preparing their own sauces, dressings and meals, sourcing good produce and thoroughly deriving pleasure and joy out of the process as much, if not more, than the actual culmination of eating the results. If a Brit would actually consider that heating up some chicken in the oven and pouring a ready-made sauce (heated up in the microwave...less washing up to do!) over it is making a meal. My heart weeps for the poor chickens, turkeys and others who had to die only to end up being served in such a pathetic fashion.

Ms Blythman is obviously a very unusual British person who is actually capable of acknowledging how awful the food culture in this country is. As she eloquently puts it herself: "Not the least of our current troubles is our inability to admit that something is wrong. Like an alcoholic who can't accept that he or she has a drink problem, Britain is in denial that it has a Bad Food problem." Ask the majority of Brits what they think about their food and they will defend a plate of overcooked meat with boiled, unseasoned veg slathered in processed gravy as a delicacy! You have to respect the fact that they were brought up on it and indoctrination is one of the most powerful forces to contend with. It takes a very open, self-critical mind to actually question what you were given as gospel even if the evidence pointing to its deficiencies is overwhelming.

The reason why it is necessary to do so is because there is no denying that the British staple diet is extremely unhealthy. This is one of the nasty consequences of early industrialisation. Whilst the Brits were expanding their Empire, feeling rather smug in comparison to those they subjected, in actul fact people in the colonies had, and still have (although, thankfully they are not under the Empire's thumb anymore) a direct relationship and utter respect for their source of nourishment.

In Britain, the industrial revolution and the post-war rations have wreaked havoc with the nation's diet, with food becoming a casualty of the process of mass-production using cheap, chemically altered ingredients and fattening, tasteless ones that were provided in post-war times to keep people going through the hardships such as butter, fatty meats and root vegetables that were easy to preserve and full of calories when times of deprivation and manual labour called for it.

In this day and age, wher the vast majority of us work in offices and do little exercise, the need for that type of food is nearly non-existent and the fact that it is still so prevalent explains, partly, some of the urgent health problems on the rise such as obesity. Alongside her 'first ally' (in war and, apparently, in food as well), America, Britain is leading the way when it comes to junk. It is somewhat ironic how indirectly proportional the quality and knowledge of food is to the supposed progress and advancement of these countries in the world scene.

The book also mentions the national obsession with butter and margarine although the latter has been proven to be one of the worst sources of bad fats. Butter, in moderation, is not bad for you and most countries use it in one way or another to make some of their essential dishes. In India, ghee (clarified butter) is used in many dishes but generally in very small amounts. Most cakes and desserts are made with butter but, again, they are not meant to be consumed everyday but rather, on special occasions or weekends. Margarine, on the contrary, has been marketed as a 'healthy' alternative when in reality it is full of trans and hydrogenated fats proven to be detrimental to the heart, among other things. However, the marketing by the margarine giants, Unilever, has been so clever and persuasive over the years that Brits are actually convinced that it is 'good for you' to spread Flora in lieu of condiments or other spreads over potatoes, toast and all sorts of perfectly nice foods in their own right which see their nutriotional value and taste ruined in the process. Here are some very interesting facts about margarine and butter:

- Both have the same amount of calories

- Butter is slightly higher in saturated fats at 8 grams compared to 5 grams

- Eating margarine can increase heart disease in women by 53% over eating the same amount of butter, according to a recent Harvard Medical study

- Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine has a few and only because they are artificially added

- Butter tastes much better than margarine

- Butter has been around for centuries where margarine has been around for less than 100 years

- Margarine is very high in trans fatty acids, it increases the risk of coronary heart disease threefold; it increases ttal cholesterol and LDL (bad cholesterol) lowering HDL or 'good' cholesterol; it increases the risk of several cancers up to five times; it lowers the quality of breast milk; it decreases immune response and insulin response and last but not least, it is only one molecule away from being plastic!

Margarine manufacturers are only too aware of the crap they sell, hence the unrelenting marketing campaign focusing on the 'lowering cholesterol' fake properties (cholesterol comes from animal fats so it makes no sense that you would need more saturated and hydrogenated fats to help lower it!), using celebrities extolling the virtues of foods covered in the stuff and the like. The same concept applies to many food products such as processed cheeses, tins and cans, sausages, etc that Brits consume without even thinking of what goes inside them.

The government with their patronising '5 a day' and traffic light signals makes matters even worse. Eating healthily should come naturally from birth and at home; imposing it will have exactly the opposite effect to that one desired as telling people off breeds rebellion. The only way forward is a slow-burning change which will only come with the realisation of how bad things are and a collective effort that will hopefully spread widely enough for the new generations to learn to appreciate, seek and get indoctrinated in good food. Only people like Jamie and Gillian Mc Keith (the latter so easy to dismiss and despise; the former, derided anyway) seem to be publicly spear-heading the move for change in Britain's eating habits. It beggars belief that until Jamie made it his personal mission to tackle school dinners, the parents were only too happy to have their kids being fed turkey twizzlers and chips every day when, as Jamie himself proved when he took the nasty crap to Italy and gave it to some Italian dinner ladies to try, they could not comprehend that such a thing would be actually fed to kids anywhere on the planet, let alone in a supposedly 'developed' nation like this one.

There is always a fear of coming across as pontificating or preachy but it is a risk worth taking when it boils down to something as essential and crucial as good food and the many remifications that derive from it.