Archive for December, 2006

Landmark Coffee Shop & Pancake House

Sunday, December 31st, 2006


We’re in New York City for New Year’s Eve, and were smart enough to get a hotel room around the corner from this place, in Soho. The Landmark does really cheap, tasty breakfasts; this spread cost just $25 including tip (the service was good).

French toast – which my half-French fiancé tells me is known as “American breakfast” in France, and isn’t something typically eaten there – was a welcome change from pancakes, which we had for breakfast last Sunday at my father’s house. There’s also something special about sausage patties, which I prefer to links. American breakfast sausage has a slightly spicy flavour that makes it go perfectly with the sweetness of maple syrup. (Make no mistake, the sausage took a dive into my leftover syrup.)

The best thing about a breakfast like this is that it keeps you going all day long, no lunch necessary. In the cold bustle of New York in December, that’s an even bigger bonus.

Beefburger in a peppercorn sauce

Sunday, December 31st, 2006

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In the mood for a burger, but not from a fast-food outlet, I decided to make one myself. I was surprised how simple it was, and how tasty the result.

I bought 200g of minced beef, and mixed it in a bowl with half an egg and a finely chopped half red onion. I then moulded the mixture into two fairly dense burgers, and pan-fried them for six minutes either side.

When they were about three minutes from being ready, I started the sauce in a separate pan. This consisted of 75ml of double cream, a teaspoon of black peppercorns, a teaspoon of Dijon mustard, a dash of lemon juice and a shot or two of brandy for good measure. Whilst the sauce heated, I added the sliced green pepper to the frying pan until the slices turned a nice light brown.

Surprisingly everything was ready at the same time, and I served the dish. There was a remarkable freshness to the beef, and a nice tang from the red onion and the peppercorn sauce. As it was rather filling, the green pepper was a good choice rather than potatoes or chips.

It was accompanied by a couple of glasses of Campo Viejo Rioja (2004). A very satisfying meal. 

A completely brilliant smoked haddock tart

Saturday, December 30th, 2006

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For once I decided to follow the book. I dug out a rather good book on baked dishes and thought I’d have a go at the smoked haddock tart. I made the shortcrust pastry with 5 oz flour to 1 oz of goose fat and 1.5 oz of sunflower spread. That’s the normal 2:1 ratio of flour to shortening that I use, but I included a spoon of bran in the flour.

I did what the book said and pre-baked the pastry in a flan tin, pricked all over, and with a piece of baking parchment in place of baking beans. That took 15 minutes. Then I brushed the base with beaten egg and gave it another 5. For the filling I beat 2 large eggs with a mixture of crème fraiche and goat’s cream (about two-fifths of a pint altogether), then added a teaspoon of Dijon mustard, some freshly ground pepper, and 4 oz of grated cheese. I poured these over about 7 oz of skinned smoked haddock, cut into about half inch pieces and put onto the pastry base.

Finally I sprinkled chives on the top, and it went into the oven for about 30 minutes until the filling set and it turned a nice golden brown. I served it with chopped lettuce, raw red onion and cherry tomatoes. I was staggered by how good it was. Good heavens! It was totally brilliant – a dish to impress your friends with. And that was only page one of the book! This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship…

Pheasant in a red wine sauce

Friday, December 29th, 2006

As a welcome alternative to another turkey dinner, I tried pheasant cooked in a red wine sauce. It’s not something I had cooked before, but I had some basic instructions so thought I would give it a go.

I bought a pheasant from the local supermarket (in a pack rather than from the meat counter). I then took a large pan and put it in, along with one third of a bottle of red wine (Penfolds Cabernet/Merlot) and the same volume of water. To this I added half a stock cube and one large red onion chopped into smallish pieces. I put the lid on and brought it to the boil, then left it simmering for forty minutes. At this point I turned the pheasant over, added some raisins to the sauce, and left to simmer for another forty minutes.

After it was cooked, I took the pheasant out and separated the meat from the bone. Whilst doing this rather messy job, I thickened the sauce with cornflour and reduced it to remove the excess liquid. Then I served the pheasant with a little chopped parsley on top, with a few garden peas alongside.

Cooking the pheasant in liquid helps retain moisture, yet it would have been too bland by itself. It really needed the sauce to bring out the flavour. The onion, raisins and red wine mixed well together, and didn’t overpower the dish.

I was intrigued to read subsequently the study commissioned by the Countryside Alliance that eating game can induce good moods and combat depression. In my case though, a good mood was brought about by cooking a meal that didn’t include turkey once again!

An Italian friend

Thursday, December 28th, 2006

I hardly ever drink Italian wine, and I know little about it. There are a lot of grape varieties which I hardly ever drink and a lot which I drink often, which doesn’t lead to a great education. This one was one I drink often, because I always find it at pizza places at the right price (nearly the cheapest). It’s Moncaro Montepulciano D’Abruzzo from 2005. I ate it with a Veneziana pizza which comes with pine kernels and onions. The wine was fruity, but lacking complexity. There was a hint of workshops on the nose (like classy wines), plenty of oak and the texture was silky. The finish didn’t reveal any new flavours, but it did make the wine seem more potent than its 12.5%. I believe wine experts would describe it as ‘soft and supple’.

In the mood for the game

Wednesday, December 27th, 2006

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If you want to lift your spirits you should eat partridge or pheasant, says a new study. These two game birds contain high levels of selenium, which is said to induce good moods and combat depression. The survey was commissioned by the Countryside Alliance, which obviously favours hunting, shooting and fishing, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.

Dietary experts say that the UK intake of selenium is about 0.39mg per day, well short of the recommended 0.7mg. The trace element is linked with an improved immune system, as well as with mood improvements. Its main source is from things like Brazil nuts, tuna, and dairy foods. I’m sure I get plenty of it, since I eat all of those. Brazils, my favourite nuts, have such high Selenium levels that the official health recommendation is to go easy on them. It seems that its abundance in the soil is what decides the levels there will be in food.

The same survey shows that game, including venison, is a good source of low fat protein, iron, and vitamin B. It’s also very tasty. Animals that work for a living evading predators tend to develop muscles with good blood supply, and that leads to spicier tastes than those which sit or stand around munching what they are given. This is why game is hung, so bacteria can break down the tough muscle fibres. It tastes sharper and tangier, and it’s good for you. Now there’s a thought to put you in a good mood.

A warming treat

Tuesday, December 26th, 2006

Seeing as it’s the season, I treated myself to some expensive wine, sourced at D Byrne’s in Clitheroe (sorry, they have no website). It was a Bourgogne from 2005 called Les Sétilles and is made by Olivier Leflaive (and he’s a very well-respected highly versatile wine maker). The master craftsmen behind this wine are also behind Domaine Leflaive of Puligny-Montrachet. The wine was golden in colour, wasn’t as sharp as I’d expected, was very smooth with subtle but expertly balanced flavour and was very nearly sweet. Just the right combination of sophistication and Christmassy sweet extravagance. I drank it in front of a roaring open fire in a beautifully converted farmhouse on the side of a very foggy and sheep-inhabited hill whilst relating tales of the last few months to any family that would listen.

My goose is cooked

Monday, December 25th, 2006

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Goose is a fairly easy bird to cook. When cleaning it out, I pull away lumps of fat by hand, heating them in a pan to make another jar of goose-fat. The bird itself does not need to be stuffed, though it can be. Basically the goose goes on a wire rack atop a deep tray, so the fat can run off and be collected. I pricked the goose skin repeatedly on both sides, and rubbed a little salt into it. Then it went into a 180 oven, with foil lightly covering the top. With a turbo-fan oven this risks being blown away so I have to fold it under the lip of the tray to keep it in place. The recommended cooking time is 30 minutes per kilo plus another 20. For my 5 kilo (11 lb) bird, that meant 2 hrs 50 min, but a skewer test after 2hrs 30 mins showed it done. The foil is removed after 2 hours to let it brown.

That’s it, really, except that you check it periodically to make sure all is in order. I have a squeezy bulb pipette I use to drain off the fat from time to time. The potatoes were pre-cooked for 8 minutes before being put in a tray and basted with fat on a shelf below the goose. At the last minute I decided to have sautéed peppers and onion as the vegetables. And of course, lots of Bramley apple sauce. You’ll see from the photo that there’s no gravy. This is a taste thing: I find goose so moist that with apple sauce alongside, it needs no gravy.

The goose was succulent, the potatoes crisp outside and soft within, and the peppers and onions pleasantly sweet. I drank Jacob’s Creek Shiraz rosé (at 12.5 percent) which had body enough to complement the excellent food.

Roast chestnuts

Monday, December 25th, 2006

The song tells of “chestnuts roasting on an open fire,” and that’s the way we used to do it as children. We’d cut a notch in the top and sit them on the bricks at the side of the fire, and then wait impatiently. Almost invariably we burned fingers, and sometimes mouths. Fireplaces are not as common now, so I use the oven. There was a microwave recipe which I tried, but it was a disaster. I stopped short of the recommended 2 minutes because steam was pouring from the microwave, but the two trial chestnuts came out smoking furiously and hard as bullets.

I pre-heat the oven to a hot setting, then I cut a notch on the point end, using adjustable pliers to hold them while I do so to avoid injury. They go in for about 20 minutes. When they’re done the outer shell separates from the nut, which itself looks slightly orange. It’s harder to get the shell and skin off when they are cold, so lots more opportunity for burned fingers. I use a drying cloth to hold them while I extricate the nuts. The pellicle (the fabric-like lining between shell and nut) should come cleanly away. If not, it can be scraped off gently. Then comes the reward – hot chestnuts eaten with salt. I don’t generally add salt to food, but chestnuts seem to demand it.

I ate six of them alongside a mince pie as I watched Carols from King’s on the TV. It took place only a few hundred yards away, but I’d have had to queue about 24 hours in the cold to gain admission to King’s College chapel. Maybe I’ll try for tickets next year.

A shopping break

Sunday, December 24th, 2006

The day before Christmas Eve, in Blackburn, Lancashire, north-west England, between bouts of Christmas shopping, I enjoyed a super-chilled German beer called Kaltenberg. The bar was called ‘Toffs’ and, as you will understand if you’ve ever been to Blackburn, it was quiet. Part way through the Rich-tea-biscuits-flavoured beer, it is announced on the radio that Blackburn have lost 3-1 to Arsenal and murmurs of confusion, then outrage, erupt from the few locals sober enough to pay attention. There was a slight tang on the nose of the beer and the finish was a little dull, unlike the really fantastic paintings adorning the walls. I don’t usually go for visual art, so I asked where it was from, but there were complications tracing its origin due to a management change-over. Ah, well… I’ll have to stick to Monet’s Poplars.