Tuesday 19 February 2013

An Offally Good Luncheon


For my last birthday I was given a beautiful Nose to Tail cookbook by a good friend (the one with the weird egg intolerance), so thus inspired I decided to have an Offally Good Luncheon and invite all my girlfriends round (Himself was off golfing in Tasmania, much to his relief).  The date was set, invites sent out and goodies ordered from F&B.  The menu was a challenge – stuff that was using secondary cuts but which would still be mainstream delicious and not too challenging visually, to eat.  To be honest, I’m not a big offal person; I find organs very hard going indeed (with the exception of pate, but I actually had to teach myself to like it so there you go).

After much deliberation and dithering I decided on the following menu:
Pho Jelly with Oxtail Croquettes
Brawn on Toast with Crispy Ear Salad
Crispy Rabbit with Truffled Chips
Beetroot Sorbet with Dark Chocolate Chips
Cheese

Put my order in with F&B and excitedly awaited my box.  Box came, everything as ordered including a pig’s head sawn in half – incredibly confronting! Damn thing watches you as you walk around the room like a well-painted portrait.  But not to be deterred I froze one half and put the other half in the fridge in an empty vegetable crisper awaiting transformation into something beautiful1.  The issue with dishes like brawn and pho is the sheer amount of time they take to cook.  Obviously when these dishes were invented:

a. You couldn’t afford to waste anything, what with you being starving and all, and
b. You had plenty of time on your hands when these things were invented/cooked (no boring office job for them). 
Oxtail looking decidedly unattractive

I alas, do not have plenty of time on my hands but luckily did decide on a Sunday Luncheon because I ended up cooking from Friday night to Sunday lunch pretty much straight.  Am I exhausted? Totally. 

I was planning on cooking my oxtail for my beef croquettes on Friday night when I suddenly realised I’D FORGOTTEN TO ORDER OXTAIL. Bugger.  So I let my fingers do the walking and found a butcher near work who had them in stock.  Funny thing about oxtail, every cow has one, people hardly use them (and if they do it’s more in the winter than the summer) and yet butchers don’t always stock them.  The ones at the butcher I found were actually fresh and unsliced, so I asked for one, cut into pieces.  I had a work colleague with me when I ordered; he looked a little dubious when it was taken out. I told him “fear not! When cooked it is a thing of beauty, a more unctuous, melting stewing beef you cannot buy.”

Starting the pho stock
So oxtail in hand2 I returned to work then finally after a long day trotted off home (after dropping Himself off at the airport) and put the oxtail on to cook (I will put the recipes online soon).  Oxtail takes an age but I just left it alone to simmer in water and got on with the pho stock, which is a two-day process.  I used Luke Nguyen’s recipe (of Red Lantern fame) for the pho stock.  Back to the oxtail…  After it was cooked I stripped the meat and fat off the bone and left it in a bowl covered in its broth to keep the meat moist until I was ready to make the amazeballs3 filling.  The pho stock was left simmering on a very low heat overnight.  On Saturday morning the house smelt strongly of the simmering stock, a fairly funky smell I have to admit.  Not to be deterred I continued with the stock.



Rabbit hiding in trotter gear
Happily, BFF had offered to be my sous chef for the weekend, which was great.  Her Saturday consisted of racing around trying to find things for me I’d forgotten or needed – her most important trip was finding me a nice new shiny stock pot as I did not own a pot big enough to contain even half a pig’s head – who knew?  There was lots of picking over bones and simmering of meats.  The Rabbit was confit in ‘Trotter Gear’ which is pig’s trotters simmered in stock and Madeira and then cooked until soft, bones removed, rest retained as a vehicle for confit.  As an aside, I really don’t enjoy jointing rabbits or chickens, but only because I don’t have a cleaver so it’s very hard work for me.  The doggies and cat did enjoy the rabbit’s kidneys though, which I removed, along with the suet fat before jointing them.  The pho was then finished4 so I clarified with egg whites then put in the chest freezer for a few hours so I could remove the very substantial layer of fat.  Once I removed the fat it was ready to make into jelly and also for use in the amazeballs.

It's amazing how that eye watches you... and check out my new pot!!


Jelly Pho Teacups

For the amazeballs I gently re-heated the oxtail to melt the gelatine that had set around the meat then strained off the liquid.  I made a roux and whisked in some pho to make a thick sauce.  Stirred through the oxtail and put it all in the fridge to set overnight.  I then made the pho jelly using gelatine leaves and poured the jelly into teacups to set (it was a ladies luncheon after all!)



After that the pig’s head was ready to be brawnafied.  So once again, picking over bones (this time the head), peeling the tongue and dicing the cheek and jowl meat.  After browsing through some other recipes I decided to mix through some finely chopped curly parsley – I’m glad I did, it really gave the flavour a lift, plus I added some coarsely ground white pepper corns.  The meat was placed into a plastic lined loaf mould then the reduced cooking liquid poured over the top.  Finally ready to put the brawn in the fridge to set overnight.

Brawn ready for the fridge
A lot was achieved on Saturday, but by the time it was dinner I couldn’t face any kind of meat.  My kitchen was covered in a layer of animal fat and my pots were filthy.  I Loaded up the dishwasher, cleaned down the benches and decided to order my favourite Gnocchi Royale from Mama Barone’s in Mortdale (which BFF was awesome enough to pick up for me on her way back over with a bottle of wine) hooray!  I passed out at 9:30…


Sunday morning and I woke at 7:30 and bounced5 out of bed.  BFF and I had done a list the night before of things left to do and last minute shopping.  Before she arrived I crumbed the amazeballs and shredded the pigs ears… the end was nigh!  We raced out to get boring stuff like flour and oil, but also cool stuff like white material for a table cloth (which still needs to be hemmed!) and a candelabrum.  We’d decided Vinnies was the place to go for kitsch candelabras6 so in we went.  Success!! A lovely Czech Crystal jobbie.  Perfect.  Once home the candelabra was washed and polished the put on the ‘tablecloth’ ohmigod, it looked beautiful! What a revelation, it looks gorgeous!! I think I’ll keep it!!



BFF crumbed the rabbit while I crispified the pig’s ears and blanched the chippies in the mammoth pot.  Just in time we finished for the other girls to arrive.  After a cheeky drink, I was back to the kitchen to fry the amazeballs.  Once fried they were cracked open and popped onto the pho jelly.  They looked really pretty and were a hit (but this is a tried and tested recipe, so no surprises there).  Lots of gossiping and catching up was going on.  I tore myself away for the next course primping and presentation.

Pho Jelly Cups with Amazeballs

The big moment, it was time to turn out the brawn, I had a taste – delicious! phew!  What a relief, or it would have been a salad course.  The idea was to win people over, not scar them for life. I cooked some toasts and cut them into hearts with a biscuit cutter.  I then cut the brawn with the same cutter to fit on top (very pretty!) and served with a radicchio and baby spinach salad, topped with the crispy ears.  It also went down well, with everyone surprised about where the meat had actually come from (we are so sanitised in our eating) except for my one English friend who knew exactly what it was and was still happy to hoe in.  It was at this time that I explained they had eaten nose (snout in brawn) and tail (in amazeballs) best not to let these things out of the bag too quickly one finds.  Girls were happy, brawn was eaten.  Again, more drinking and gossiping. Another reluctant retreat to the kitchen.

Brawn at its most beautiful




Luckily it was the final push for cooking - finishing the chips (second cooking until brown and crispy, then truffled pecorino grated over the top) and then the rabbit quickly browned.  Because the rabbit was already cooked it was just a matter of browning the crumbs and warming them through.  











The chips and rabbit were served with aplomb on share platters on the table along with more salad and lots more wine.  A ketchup heart was squeezed onto each plate (home-made ketchup from an earlier FBJ adventure).







A Cheeky Pink Tongue


Finally, groaning we turned our attention to dessert.  I had decided to go simple and had made a beetroot sorbet (will also attach recipe), which had dark chocolate chips through it.  I should have taken it out of the freezer earlier, it was more like a granita than a sorbet but a fantastic colour and the flavour was certainly different and delicious.   A lot of time was spent admiring the colour of each other’s tongues after finishing the sorbet.


We finished on a high7 note of cheese.  I love cheese plates but they can add up as good cheese is expensive, so I got around that by asking the girls to bring 150g of their favourite cheese.  Unbelievably, every cheese was different and they were all delicious!  All served on the gorgeous camphor laurel cutting board the Wee Girl gave me for my birthday.  The cheese came from all over with the highlight being cheese fresh from overseas (Tasmania).



The wine was finally finished and everyone departed (very full) at about 5pm.  What a lovely Sunday afternoon!  Also, being the considerate friends they are they had washed as we ate so the kitchen was almost clean.

Would I do it again? Probably not all those things at the same time – way too labour intensive, but I will do the brawn again for my Dad, he will love it.  The pho is definitely also worth the effort.  The chips? Of course! And the rabbit was delicious – although I think I would ask for it to be jointed for me!  The dogs did enjoy the discards though, especially the brawn trimmings on their biscuits for dinner!

A long blog for a long three days… J


1. Anything was an improvement to be honest
2. I wished it wasn’t cut up – I could have practiced my lightsabre moves on the way back to the office
3. You could call them croquettes – but when you taste them you’ll understand
4. OHMIGOD MULTI-TASKING HELL
5. Only very small bounces
6. To be returned after the luncheon
7. Stinky

Wednesday 13 February 2013

Wearing a Mexican Skirt


I’m not sure if I should share this with you.  I remember when lamb shanks cost next to nothing, the Wee Girl and I would have a roast, one each, just the two of us.  Now they’re some kind of luxury item – seriously?  Skirt is the same, cheap, cheap, cheap!  And now you’ll all know of its awesomeness and go out and buy it and push up the prices – that’s bad!!

I’ve mentioned skirt before; bashing it out and using it for involtini, but this time I thought I’d go Mexican and just barbecue it neat with a dry spice rub.  Apparently hard and fast is the way to cook skirt (and the way I like it), then sliced against the grain.  Okay, I’ll bite the bullet and do that.  We LOVE Mexican.  So dry spiced skirt, potatas bravas, black beans and tortillas.



Himself was off at football training but not deterred I got the charcoal fire started myself*.  I rubbed the delicious F&B skirt with hot smoked paprika, crumbled dried oregano leaves, all spice and a waft of ground cinnamon.  I finished it with salt and olive oil, rubby rubby and left it to think about itself.



I found some potatoes in the cupboard starting to sprout (oops!) cut off the sprouting bits to plant in the garden (oh yes!) and chopped the rest up, tossed in olive oil then in a 200c oven.  The two other things to make my Mexican meal legit were black beans and tortillas (didn’t bother making my own, went unrepentantly Old El Paso).  When the potatoes were nearly done, and the coals all white I quickly chopped up some onions, garlic and chilli then browned them in olive oil and threw in the black beans with most their juice and warmed them.  I wrapped the tortillas in foil and put them in the oven to warm.  Then I raced outside and threw the skirt with a flourish on the barbecue, two minutes on each side.



Took the steak back inside (followed by Dog #1 and Dog #2) sliced it up and served with the tortillas, beans and potatoes topped with hot taco sauce (that’s the bravas bit).  IT WAS AMAZING!! Ohmigod so delicious - so delicious I text two long suffering friends with pictures (which I’ve also helpfully attached here).



I didn’t wait for Himself to get home from training, I’m afraid that imagining the steak and potatoes having to be re-heated instead of being eaten at their peak was too much for me so I scoffed it all in record time.  Not 20 minutes after I finished Himself came home yelling through the door that he couldn’t believe I didn’t wait (I may have text him telling him I couldn’t).  So I carefully heated his in the oven and then sat at the table demanding he give me a blow by blow account of how awesome it was**.

There is no recipe, it was all by eye, sorry beautiful people!





*that’s right Himself!! BY MYSELF
**totes it was.

Wednesday 6 February 2013

In the Immortal Words of Wa Wa Nee


Oh my lover ‘n me, oh we’re sugar free…

Actually, we’re not.  Poor sugar, it’s the latest in a long line of daemon foods – first salt, then fat and now sugar is the devil’s white spawn.  Why is it so hard for people to understand ‘everything in moderation’?

Himself and I were discussing this latest tiresome witch hunt; I try not to add too much extra sugar to things like tea, I’m not particularly a sweet tooth so don’t have masses of sweet things during the day and desserts are very rare on an average night.  I even prefer sour cocktails to their sweeter counterparts!  But Himself decided to not have any added sugar (or even fruit) for a week to see how it went.  I’ve read those self-righteous articles on-line about people who have ‘beaten their sugar addiction!* - what a bore.  So back to Himself.  When he got home he was craving something sweet, but ignored it.  We’re also trying to cut back a bit on alcohol, this is also proving tough, I love a glass of wine while I’m cooking**!

We had dinner (Mapo Tofu) which was delicious.  I had bought some bananas on the weekend, and because the Wee Girl is away (bananaholic) there is still a heap in the bowl.  Best do something with them.  How about dessert?  I do a cracking ‘Bananas in Butterscotch Sauce’ which we enjoy occasionally.  So I sauntered out of the room I was in and said to Wa Wa Nee Sugar Free “I guess you won’t want dessert?  Dammit! I knew you were going to ask that – of course I want dessert!  Okay, says I.

I’ve been watching way too much English Masterchef lately so lots of chefy presentation has been going on.  Usually the bananas are caramelised, plopped in a bowl, sauce poured on top with a scoop of ice-cream.  Today though, I decided to make it to look smashing as well.

So I cooked the bananas in melted butter and brown sugar over a low heat (I always use salted butter as I think it gives it that ‘salted caramel’ angle.)  Once the bananas were caramalised I artfully placed them on some square white plates we have.  I then added passionfruit pulp to the pan (for tartness) and some cream to turn the butter/sugar into butterscotch sauce.  I carefully scooped some vanilla ice-cream onto the opposite corner of the plate and trickled (I didn’t drizzle) the sauce over the bananas.  I then rested two dark chocolate and orange sticks*** against the ice-cream.  It looked fantastic (alas, I forgot to take a picture before we hoed in!!) very posh.

Once we finished licking the plates it was decided being sugar free and alcohol free would not make you live longer – it would just feel that way.

Maybe I’ll make it again tomorrow night – purely for photographic reasons you understand… I would hate for you all to miss out on how gorgeous it looked, and there are more bananas, it would be terrible if they went to waste…


*There’s probably a 10 step program for it now “Hi, my name’s FBJ and I’m a sugaholic”
**I love a glass of wine when I get home from work, when I’m cooking, with dinner, after dinner…
***received the sticks in a Christmas hamper – the good thing about not being a sweet obsessed family is we always tend to have this stuff lying around waiting for the perfect opportunity to use them in desserts etc.

Monday 4 February 2013

Breakfast at my BFF’s Favourite Café


You know what’s a drag? Wanting to relax on a Sunday, hang out at a café and let someone cook for you.  The reason this is a drag? Because generally, I can cook whatever I order as at least as well, or sometimes even better.  There is one fab café that’s about 5km away that’s really nice.  I’m not going to tell you where it is because it’s my secret.

But generally, within walking distance of my house – they’re all okay, but when you can cook it yourself better you do tend to resent the $40 - $50 price tag that comes with it.  So why didn’t I go to my favourite secret café you ask? Because himself had taken the car to go play golf.  We’re having a bit of an ongoing battle at the moment; I say we need a second, small car.  He says he likes having his motorbike better.  I’m considering finding a motorcycle trailer for his golf clubs – then he can take himself to golf, on his bike… So add your comments! Tell Himself how much we need that second car!! But I digress…

So no car.  BFF (who I’d planned to have breakfast with also had no car). We (I) dithered for a while deciding what to do until BFF finally demanded that she be able to go to her favourite café, the FBJ Café.  Damn, that means cooking on a Sunday morning.  But fine, we can do that I say.  Hooray!! She says back, and goes to catch the bus.

While she’s arranging her public transport I go out hunter gathering.  There is a fruit & Veg shop about five minutes walk down the road so I headed down there for eggs, bread, cream and bananas as I’d decided by then what to cook.  We had bacon (thank goodness!) so I just needed the extras to make my AMAZING Two Bs French Toast (with Bacon & Banana)*.  Really? I hear you say in disbelief bacon and banana?? – Totes, trust me on this.

I had grabbed everything I needed, then on my way out of the fruit shop I spied some very ripe figs in a tray (fig season, hooray!!) so stopped, grabbed them, walked back inside and paid for them as well.

When I get back home BFF has arrived, she’s busy clearing the kitchen benches ready for our cooking bonanza.  She’s also heating up a couple of tea pots (why have one type of tea when you can have two?) 

 
I am actually a bit of a tea junkie (as well as the other type of junkie) and have a collection of pots, tea cups, strainers, creamers and teas.  BTW I mostly buy my tea from The Tea Centre – I ditched T2 when I found out they were owned by Coca-Cola, besides, the Tea Centre’s teas are far superior…  I’m a bit full on about the whole thing (no you say, you, full on?).  I used to be a short black drinker until it started upsetting my stomach to such an extent Himself threatened to start sleeping in another room, so tea it is.  And before you suggest decaf, it’s not the caffeine…

So we set the table with a perty tablecloth, laid out all the tea paraphernalia and got cooking.  I was in charge of the French Toast and BFF got to work on the figs.  After much discussion and brain-storming we came up with a grilled fig recipe that was so amazing I’m at loathe sharing it with you… But I will.  Quarter the figs, drizzle with honey (I had some F&B Malfoy’s Gold) a touch of truffle oil (yes) and the barest bit of salt.  As a preference, I use Murray Pink Salt.  I used to be a Maldon junkie, thanks to all the British cooking shows I watch, but then decided to support Australian (go me).  Besides – pink salt looks lovely (especially on the rims of margarita glasses… just saying).  Grill the figs until golden and juicy and serve in a pretty bowl.


Once all the food was cooked we sat down and devoured the whole lot, French Toast for breakfast main then Figs for breakfast dessert.  BFF had actually not eaten all her French Toast and started using it to soak up the girly pink fig juice, which we decided was so good, it was entirely possible that the figs could be an alternate topping for the FT in the future.  It was fun, there was eating.

*Listen for the howls of protest when himself realises what I cooked while he was out golfing