Archive for August, 2007

Montana Lindauer

Friday, August 31st, 2007

lindauer rosé.jpgThis New Zealand sparkler has a wonderful lightness to it. The bubbles are fine and very lengthy and the wine is intensely pink, adding to any lively celebration. It was £8.49 at Sainsbury’s and although this is a little more than at Tesco (see the above link), it’s still a good price. In fact, I know wine stewards of Cambridge colleges who buy cases of this stuff when it’s on offer at Tesco.

It’s a robust 12% (for a sparkler) so will keep your guests merry enough. It won the 2005 gold medal at the International Wine and Spirit Competition. It has a light and fruity nose and the body is sherberty with intense flavours of raspberries and redcurrants. The finish is crisp, clean and slightly biscuity. I woke very late to find my housemate and friends drinking this with their avodcado salad and grilled trout.

A dud recipe for strawberry jam

Friday, August 31st, 2007

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It looked wrong and it was, and I only made it work by changing it. It was a recipe from the Independent newspaper for strawberry jam. Against my better judgement I tried it.

1kg/2lb strawberries, hulled
1kg caster sugar
The zest and juice of 1 lemon

I used lime instead of lemon, but otherwise followed the recipe. Heat the lot until the sugar dissolves, then boil vigorously for 10 minutes. Ten minutes?!? I thought “this is never going to set.” Where’s the setting agent? The wrinkle test (a spoonful on a cold saucer) showed no propensity to set. Not did it after 15 minutes, 20 or 25. Finally I gave up, poured it into jars and waited. When it was cool, but still sloppy, I put it in the fridge. It had still not set next day, so I poured it all back into the saucepan and added about 125ml of Certo, an apple pectin setting agent. I boiled it up for a couple of minutes, let it cool a little, then poured it again into (newly washed) jars. This time as it cooled I noticed the strawberries were not all floating to the top. It set, and after a spell in the fridge it set even more.

I tasted some on a baguette. What a fantastic fresh taste! But what a lot of unnecessary trouble. Strawberry jams are notoriously hard to set. The easiest way is to use the sugar that supermarkets sell that already has pectin added. However, I ended up with a few excellent jars of homemade strawberry jam, and had my opinion of a certain newspaper reinforced.

Cob and cheese

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

Two types of cob in fact: a beautiful granary cob of bread and corn on the cob, one of my favourite dishes. I really enjoy cooking the latter, first in the pan in boiling water for 20 minutes and then coating slightly in butter and grilling briefly until slightly browned on each side. This enhances the sweetness of the corn a little, as well as giving it a more interesting colour and texture.

The bread I ate with a goat cheese and a brie. Both were left to warm a little at room temperature first, as this makes them softer and more readily flavourful. I forewent the butter this time, as there was some with the corn and drank it with a very pleasant half-pricer from Sainsbury’s. (I really ought to make more use of the excellent wine merchant around the corner! At least, if their prices made any sense…)

Over-crisping the roast potatoes

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

Roast potatoes are easy. You peel and parboil the potatoes – I do it for 8 minutes. Then you roughen their surfaces, and put them on a tray of hot fat, basting them before putting it in the oven for about an hour. I use goose fat for a really good taste. I thought I’d experiment with that “roughen their surfaces” bit. Delia, who is rarely wrong about anything, recommends shaking them in the pan with the lid on once the water has been drained off. This knocks them against each other and against the pan. Others recommend draining them in a colander and tossing lightly to achieve the same effect. I’ve used a sieve for this before.

This time I thought I’d try another suggested way. I ran a fork over all sides of each potato to roughen it up a little with the prongs. It was more labour-intensive than the other methods. Did it work better? No. The potatoes came out far too crunchy. They were still edible, but were too crisp on the outside. They tasted great, probably because they’d taken in more of the goose fat than usual, but way too crunchy. Ah well, back to Delia. I prefer them slightly crunchy.

Waiter, there’s a cherry in my beer…

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

kriekbier.jpgI’ve never tried cherry beer before, so this proved to be quite fascinating. It’s made by Liefmans and is a sturdy 6% and comes in its own little champagne-style bottle with a cork and a wire cage. It was astonishingly fizzy and poured from the bottle a very intensely dark colour, like that of de-oxygenated blood.

The scents leap out of the glass at you and really are very cherry-like with striking citrus on the body as well. There’s an overall sense of being back in a sweet shop as a child whilst drinking this beer; it’s sherberty and full of fruit flavours. You’re hardly aware that you’re drinking beer at all. It’s so fizzy you can’t drink it quickly so it lasts well. You might liken it to a sophisticated alcopop. I sipped it in the sunshine of a Holland Park veranda whilst the mounted police paraded past to control the Notting Hill Carnival.

Mystery cheese

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

It was on the deli cheese counter at the big Sainsbury’s near Victoria. It was in a pile of assorted off-cuts which had been cling-wrapped. It said “Sheeps milk T/WENS.” Thinking it read “Tiwens,” I looked it up, unsuccessfully. I then looked more carefully and tried T/WENS and made no more progress. It had a pleasant taste, acidic as sheep’s milk cheeses tend to be. They lack the huge amounts of the lactose sugar that makes cow’s milk cheeses sweeter.

Could the “WENS” be short for Wensleydale? And could the “T” be for “Teddington’s”? The Teddington Cheese Company makes a sheep’s milk Wensleydale. It’s described as having “an open, crumbly and moist texture, a clean tangy flavour and a bright white colour.” It’s also covered in wax rather than cheesecloth during manufacture. All of the above description fits except “crumbly.” Mine was moist and creamy, rather than crumbly. Maybe that comes from its cling wrap, and it might go crumbly when stored properly? It’s difficult to work out what else it might be, but it’s very good stuff.

Aspall’s Cyder

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

This is a 5.5% Suffolk cider, found now on tap in various pubs (at least here in East Anglia) with a very light flavour. It’s very clear and less sweet than brands like Strongbow; it’s kind of sherberty. It comes from the company with all kinds of quality apple products, including juice and vinegars. Jackie has written about the vinegars before.

Presumably the spelling ‘cyder’ is a reference to the company having been around since 1728 – a traditional spelling. There’s a photograph on their website of their ‘dry premier cru’ cider being served from a flute. Clearly, these guys take their apples seriously. Mine came in a pint glass because it was the draught version which coloured the reflected sunshine gold.

Bombay cocktails

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

They’re not from Bombay, but from Bombay gin, the subject of a special promotion by Balls Brothers wine bar. Some of them look to be worth trying.
1. Garden Martini: gin and elderflower, shaken with rosemary over ice and fine-strained.
2. Queen Mum of Cosmo (now there’s a splendid name!): gin, cointreau, cranberry juice, fresh lime juice, shaken and strained.
3. Filthy Martini: gin shaken with ouce brine and orange bitters, and served straight up.
4. The 007 Vesper Martini: gin, Belvedere vodka, Lillet vermouth, shaken, not stirred (of course), and served straight up.
5. Royal Martini: berries muddled with gin and myrtille, shaken and served straight up.

The obvious question is what are ouce brine and myrtille? The latter is just the French word for blueberries, and is unnecessarily pretentious when used here. ‘Ouce’ is harder, and seems to be a misprint, in that a filthy (sometimes called ‘dirty’) Martini seems to include the brine from an olive jar. It should probably read “1 ounce brine,” as some recipes stipulate.

Strange switch

Monday, August 27th, 2007

I was baffled yesterday in Sainsbury’s, because the wine I’ve often been buying this summer, the Shiraz rosé which normally comes in a squeezy plastic bottle, has now reverted back to glass. This in itself isn’t so weird, but the strength increased by half a percentage point, to 13%. It tastes almost identical and the half point can only be discerned by the most practised of lips, but nonetheless, it’s a bizarre, possibly concerning, mystery. Everything else on the bottle reads identically. I’ll just have to put it down to vintner’s whim.

Flatwarming (but not really) food

Monday, August 27th, 2007

I wanted to have a small get-together in my new flat, for about a dozen people. I did not want to turn the oven on during the day of the get-together. It is August, after all, and my air conditioning runs hard enough without having an oven to compete with.

The night before, I made two frittatas: One had peas, mint, and feta; the other had chopped onion, mushrooms, thyme, and cheddar. (I also made mini-frittatas of the latter variety.) The base of my frittatas is simply free-range, organic eggs whisked with cottage cheese and seasonings. To that you can add what you like without worry of going wrong, and bake it at 220C/425F for about 25 minutes or until the top is firm and golden. This is the easiest of recipes – if it could be called that – and the results can be eaten warm or at room temperature.

I had never made the pea, mint, and feta frittata, but it tasted even better than I’d imagined it would – fresh, light, and quite moreish. (Fava beans can be substituted for the peas, if you fancy the palaver of shelling the beans. Being lazy, I did not.) The mushroom fritt is an old staple recipe of mine, and came out as well as I knew it would.

While the frittatas baked, I threw together the base of a salad by pulling the meat from the carcass of a large roast chicken and cubing the flesh of four nectarines. I tossed the meat and fruit together with toasted sunflower kernels, a bit of raspberry balsamic vinegar, crumbled feta, and torn mint. Just before ringing the dinner bell, I combined the base with three hearts of torn romaine. I served honey dijon dressing alongside this, but would have prepared a walnut oil vinaigrette if I’d had any walnut oil to hand.

Before people arrived, I assembled the simplest of salads: raw broccoli with chopped apricots and ranch dressing. Really, that was it, but it’s good.

For dessert we had shop bought two-bite brownies, plus cookies and lemon bars baked by my stepmother. (”If you have any spare baked goods around the house, feel free to bring them with you,” I said to my parents before they visited me on Saturday. Luckily, my stepmother loves to bake and is very good at it.)

Everyone had a good time and, happily for me, there were even some leftovers. The sweets will be distributed at a meeting tomorrow and I’ll have the salads and mini-frittatas for lunch and dinner. There is a good reason, after all, that I am never knowingly under-catered…