Showing posts with label Traditions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Traditions. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Shrove Tuesday

Not that I'm in the least bit religious, but I do like traditions and I love pancakes.

This is my version of Crêpes Suzette. I'm quite sure it's not how you're supposed to make it - for one thing, this has no oranges and no alcohol.

Step one, make a pile of crêpes:


Step two, melt together a big knob of butter, some sugar, and some citrus zest and juice - in this case it's lime, because that's what I had:


Step three, boil it down until it's syrupy.

Step four, dunk pancakes in syrup one by one, fold, dunk again, and put on plate.

Step five, pile on a good dollop of home-made yoghurt and grind some Lust over it:


Step six, scoff it down and feel very pleased that the Christians invented a festival for eating pancakes.

Step seven, feel even more thankful that I'm not religious myself, so have no obligation to observe Lent.

Friday, December 25, 2009

A very goosey Christmas

Merry Christmas World!

It's hot here; not exactly the weather for a big heavy roast dinner. Goodness knows why we continue with northern hemisphere traditions like that, but we do, and it wouldn't be Christmas without sweating like a pig glowing pinkly while slaving over a hot stove and then collapsing in a stuffed heap. Even when I'm here by myself! I've been invited to a couple of places for Christmas dinner, but I'm not comfortable at other people's family occasions - even when they're my brother's in-laws. I will be going there this evening though to exchange gifts and see what Santa delivered to the children.

I fixed up my Christmas dress the day before yesterday - I originally made it with a rather fitting skirt, which promptly split as I was getting into my car to come home from my work party. Luckily I'd bought a heap of fabric, so I removed the original skirt and made another - extremely full this time, it's about one and a quarter circles:


I rather feel as though I need a frou-frou petticoat to go under it and make the skirt stand out!

I started this morning with a piggy breakfast of crêpes with lemon juice and sugar. It's my favourite way to eat an egg.


Notice the lack of whipped cream? Admirable restraint on my part I felt.

Next job was to cook the goose. This goose was a gift from my friend Stephen, it's quite a young goose, and a wild one. It required a certain amount of time with my eyebrow tweezers before I felt it was ready to go anywhere near other food items.


I've never cooked a goose before, so I consulted the web and Mrs Beeton for guidance. Mrs Beeton says the only way you can go wrong with a goose is to overcook it, and I found a hunter on the net who said to remove it from the oven as soon as it hits 160°F (70°C) in the thickest part. The thickest part is certainly the thigh; this particular goose has almost no muscle at all on its breast - possibly because it hadn't learnt to fly yet.

Anyway, I stuffed it with sage and onion stuffing, and tied it up with string before putting it in the oven. One of the really nice things about geese is that they have a large body cavity - you can fit a lot of stuffing in them. I also cut its skin to let any fat out - there didn't seem to be much, but Mrs Beeton said to do that so I did:


Yesterday I picked a bunch of gooseberries from my gooseberry bush, Mrs Beeton recommends gooseberry sauce with a goose (presumably that's why they're called gooseberries), and I rather felt like having a lighter and less sweet dessert than the traditional Christmas Pudding or trifle or pavlova, and thought I might make a gooseberry fool.


I stewed some of the gooseberries last night so they'd be cold by today. I put a little aside to have with the goose, and mixed the rest with whipped cream and put it in the fridge to set.

I peeled some parsnips and kumara (dry-fleshed sweet potato) to roast, and washed some potatoes. It's hard to get floury roasting potatoes at this time of year, and it seems a waste to roast the delicious little new ones that are in season, so I boiled some and roasted a couple. For my green vegetable I picked and podded these broad beans from my garden:

Far from having to cut the goose's skin to let fat out, I had to add some butter so I'd have enough fat to baste the thing in. It didn't take very long to get to 70°C though; only about three quarters of an hour, and I was a bit worried that it wouldn't really be cooked. But there was no pinkness oozing from the hole the thermometer made, so I took the bird out of the oven and put the veges on.


Here's the bird with the roasted veges:


Yes, I have quite a lot of leftovers. A bit silly when I'm off to Australia in two days, but you can't just roast enough vegetables for one person.

And here is my Christmas dinner:


A nice big pile of sage and onion stuffing in the middle, with some goose and gooseberry sauce, a couple of roast potatoes, a couple of bits of roast parsnip, ditto of kumara, and a nice healthy pile of broad beans, all coated with the gravy I made from the pan drippings and stock from boiling up the neck.

The goose was scrummy. Juicy, reasonably tender, and not gamey tasting at all.

I had to wait quite some time before I felt able to eat any dessert, but I managed eventually. Here it is, some gooseberry fool with home-made vanilla gelato:



After that I had to have a little snooze.

Now what am I going to do with the leftovers?

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Gingerbread men

The last time my brother and his family were in Dunedin for Christmas was two years ago. That Christmas I gave my nephew and niece a couple of old G3 iMacs (surplus to requirements at work) for their presents, and of course they wanted to spend all their time playing on the computers here instead of socialising with the rest of their family at their grandparents' house. So did their cousins, so I ended up playing host to five children aged from eight to twelve. I'd made gingerbread men to put on the Christmas tree, and they were a big hit - every time a child walked past the tree they'd pick a gingerbread man to eat.

It turns out that the gingerbread men are turning into a bit of a tradition; one of the cousins, who lives in Singapore, has been greatly looking forward to gingerbread men at "Auntie Bronwyn's house". I seem to have been adopted by the cousins, which is rather lovely because kids make Christmas Christmassy and so far I've not been able to have a Christmas with my grandkids.

Seeing as I hadn't yet quite got around to making any gingerbread men I thought I may as well invite all of the children out for a gingerbread making and pizza eating evening on Monday night. The boys made a bee-line for the computer as soon as they arrived, while the girls and I mixed up a big batch of gingerbread man mix and put it in the fridge to rest. Then we started on the pizzas, with the girls having fun stretching out the dough while I put the toppings on and baked them:


We had feta and spinach …


… chicken and brie with cherry jam underneath (photographed before cooking) …


… and meatlovers, which disappeared so fast I didn't get a photo. The boys appeared like magic as soon as the pizzas were out of the oven, naturally.

It's amazing how well boys and girls conform to their stereotypes. These kids have all been brought up in a very gender-neutral fashion, yet they're all very typical boys and girls.

After the pizzas had been eaten we got onto the gingerbread men. The boys having decided that their input would be confined to the consumption thereof, I set up three rolling and stamping stations:


Not all the gingerbread got turned into men; there were rather a lot of tiny geometric cookies made as well.



And then as soon as the smell of baking gingerbread started permeating the house, who should turn up but the boys, demanding dough …


… which they proceeded to turn into "turds" amidst much boyish guffawing, with the girls demanding "a bit of maturity around here please".

Here are the finished gingerbread cookies, first Beda's:


Ursula's:


And Isabel's:

The kids stayed the night; the two boys in one double bed and all three girls piled into another. There was much giggling and whispering into the early hours and they were very very tired the next morning, but I do hope they're not too old to want to do this again the next time they're all in Dunedin for Christmas.

Recipe

I have to apologise to the inventor of this recipe, I got it from somewhere on the internet years ago, and for the life of me I can't remember where. It's a great recipe though, and makes a good lot of gingerbread men.

Gingerbread cookies

Ingredients:
1 cup treacle
1 cup butter
1 cup sugar
1 egg
2 Tbsp vinegar
5 cups flour
1 1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
2 tsp ginger
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp allspice

Method:
Cream the butter and sugar, beat in the egg, treacle and vinegar.
Add the mixed together dry ingredients and blend well. Refrigerate for at least an hour. (This is when you can make pizza)
Roll out the dough and cut into men or other cookie shapes. A drinking straw is good for cutting out holes through which you can thread ribbon to hang them on the tree.
Bake at 190°C for 5-6 minutes.
Decorate if you want to.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Panforte

It's nearly Christmas, so time to make some more goodies so I can weigh a great deal more in January than I do now - not to mention my brother and his family are coming to visit and will need feeding.

Last week's effort was panforte. I use this recipe and this one as references for the basics, then throw in whatever fruit and nuts I have in the cupboard. I made two batches, one of a double recipe, and one a triple - I want to give a couple away as presents, and I need one for the bridge club Christmas party.

I start off lining my tins with edible rice paper …


… I do wish they'd make it in bigger sheets.

I use this chocolate - it's gorgeous, and I nibble away at what doesn't get used in the recipe:


Good New Zealand chocolate.

This first batch I made using toasted almonds and hazelnuts, candied peel, and raisins:


This is what they look like coming out of the oven - that little one was for me to taste.


You have to make sure they taste good if you are giving them away, don't you?

I didn't take photos of the second batch; really, when you've seen one panforte you've seen them all. For them I added some pine nuts, a fair bit of crystallised ginger, some glace cherries, chopped figs, and dates to the ingredients I used for the first lot. All panforte are now in tins in cupboard awaiting either postage to distant friends or the descent of ravening hordes.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Christmas cake time

I made my Christmas cake today - at least I finished it today, I started last night by soaking all the fruit in brandy:


I used my monster salad bowl because I doubled the recipe at the bottom of this post. I made a 1 1/2 sized cake for me, and a half sized one for Murray at work who fixes things for us and loves fruitcake and whose wife has left him.

Here're the butter, sugar and eggs creaming in the Kenwood mixer:


The small cake tin lined with butter paper:


The big cake tin lined with baking paper:


See the corrugated cardboard outer cases? I made them ages ago and just leave them on the tins from one year to the next. They're great insulators for cakes that spend hours in the oven.

Dry ingredients in:


And mixed:


Then the mixture goes into the fruit:


It's actually supposed to be the other way around, but the Kenwood's bowl is nowhere near big enough for this size of cake mix. Can't see that it matters anyway.

Mixture into the cake tins:


And then covered with a bit of baking paper:


After 2 hours the baby one was done:


Followed by the biggie 2 1/2 hours later:


Last year I cut my big cake into quarters. I iced two of them (one to keep here and one to take to my brother's house) and left the other two plain. I like plain Christmas cake with blue cheese - not spread on, you understand, but eaten with. Not sure what I'll do with it this year; my brother and his family are coming here this time, and I'm off to the grandkids in Australia on the 27th December. I can't take cake to Australia because of biosecurity

Christmas Cake Recipe
(Very slightly adapted from here)

Ingredients

400g/14oz currants
400g/14oz sultanas
100g/4 oz raisins
50g/2oz glacé cherries
50g/2oz mixed peel, finely chopped
200ml/7fl oz brandy
225g/8oz plain flour
½ tsp ground nutmeg
½ tsp ground allspice
½ tsp cinnamon
225g/8oz butter
225g/8oz soft brown sugar
4 large eggs, at room temperature
1 tbsp black treacle


Method

The night before you make the cake, place all the dried fruit and peel in a bowl and mix in the brandy. Cover the bowl and leave to soak in a cool place for at least 12 hours, stirring occasionally.

Preheat the oven to 140C/275F/gas mark 1. A separate oven thermometer is helpful here, especially if you are unsure of the accuracy of your oven.

Grease the tin and line the base and sides with a double thickness of greaseproof paper, allowing the paper on the sides to stand about 2cm/3/4in above the top of the tin. This gives it extra protection from the heat as it rises. It may be helpful to secure the paper around the sides with a paper clip. Remove once you have spooned in the cake batter. If you have a fan oven, which tends to heat up more than a conventional one, wrap a sheet of newspaper around the outside of the tin. (I keep my tins with a corrugated cardboard cover on the outside. It's great; I don't need to use all the layers of paper)

Sift the flour and spices into a mixing bowl. In a separate large bowl, cream the butter and sugar together with an electric whisk until the mixture is light and fluffy. Beat the eggs and add them to the creamed mixture, 1 tbsp at a time, beating thoroughly after each addition.

Gently fold in the sieved flour and spices in two batches. Stir in the fruit and peel, and the treacle. The original recipe has a couple of teaspoons of grated lemon and orange rind, if you want to add them you do it here too. grated rinds.

Spoon the mixture into the prepared cake tin and spread out evenly with the back of a spoon.

Cut out two round pieces of greaseproof paper that will fit on the top. Rub one of them with butter or oil and make a hole in the middle of both about the size of a small coin. Lay the circles on top of the cake, putting the buttered one greased-side down first. Place the tin on a baking sheet and bake on the lower shelf for 4 ½ hours. Check that the cake is cooked by inserting a skewer into the centre. It should come out clean. Leave to cool in the tin.

When the cake is cold, remove from the tin and wrap in greaseproof paper and foil. Store in an airtight container. I've kept this cake for 6 months or so and it's as good as new - or better.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Feeding multitudes cheaply

My old friend James Bates was a punk rock drummer, a computer programmer, and a devoted Dad. His girlfriend Ange, a talented photographer, took this photo of him:


Jim committed suicide, aged 45, probably on the 21st July. He wasn't found until the evening of the 23rd.

His father and brother organised the funeral service, which was at 11am on the 30th, and the cups of tea and sandwiches afterwards. Jim's friends organised the wake, which started after the burial and went on until the early hours of the next morning.

My friend Hazel and I did the catering for the wake.

We didn't know how many people to expect, but we did know we'd need to provide nibbles during the afternoon, and a hot meal in the evening. We didn't think there'd be more than 100 people, so that's what we aimed for. We knew other people would bring bits and pieces, but we needed to supply the basics for vegetarians and vegans as well as omnivores, and as cheaply as possible - koha would be collected, but I was paying for it all to start with.

The wake was at a community hall, which had two stoves, a fair amount of plates and cutlery, but no pots and pans. Luckily we both have some big pots - Hazel because she has three kids, me because I like entertaining.

We decided on baked potatoes, rice, vegan chili beans, a mild creamy vegetarian curry of cauliflower and kumara with yoghurt, a non-spicy mince (ground beef) and potato stew, cole slaw (vegan and not), butter and cheese to go on the potatoes, a huge slab of carrot cake, tea, coffee, Raro fruit drink mix, and milk.

Shopping list:

From a place called Freezer Direct (where I'd never been before, but will go again):

5 kg bag of grated cheese
big slab of frozen carrot cake (it made about 60 squares once cut up)
~2 kg bag of frozen peeled kumara (cheaper than fresh at this time of the year)
Catering sized tin of chopped tomatoes
2.5 kg beef mince
500 g bag of frozen chopped red capsicum (for the chili)

From the supermarket:

30 kg ready washed potatoes
2 green cabbages
1 red cabbage
1 large cauliflower
1.5 kg onions
1 kg carrots
1 kg butter
1 litre plain yoghurt (from the short dated bin)
1 large jar cole slaw dressing
2oo g instant coffee
100 tea bags
9 sachets Raro drink in mixed flavours
4 big bottles Budget fizzy drink
1.5 kg dried beans
packets of spices
1 kg par-boiled rice

From the petrol station on the morning of the funeral (milk is very cheap there):

2 litres low fat milk
2 litres full cream milk

Grand total: almost exactly $250

Plan of attack:

The night before, I put on the beans to soak. I chopped cabbage, grated carrots and chopped all the onions. I mixed the cabbage, carrots, and some of the onion in three very large bowls; added coleslaw dressing to two of them, and a vinaigrette to the other (for vegans). I put half of the rest of the chopped onion into a ziplock bag for Hazel to use in the curries. I loaded all this into the car.

At 5.30am I got up and drained the beans and set them to simmer. When they were cooked I drained them and divided them between my two biggest pots. I added the remaining chopped onion, some chopped garlic, a lot of chili powder, cumin, and coriander. Then loaded that into the car. Which by this time was really reeking of onion, despite the ziplock bag!

Off to the funeral.

Hazel and I skipped the burial - I hate them, so I was glad of an excuse. Instead we went to the hall and started getting things set up.

We loaded the ovens with potatoes to bake. I poured about a third of the huge can of tomatoes and half the bag of chopped capsicum into each of my bean pots, added a bit of water, and set them on to simmer for the afternoon. Hazel dealt with the mince stew and vege curry, adding some herbs from her kitchen, some chopped potatoes, and the last third of the tin of tomatoes to the mince. Not sure what she put in the vege curry apart from the cauliflower, kumara and onion - various curry spices anyway, and the yoghurt was added much later on.

When people arrived they brought with them a few small things like some potato crisps, a cake, some savouries, a bit of ginger slice. We cut these up, along with the monster carrot cake, and set them out to have with cups of tea and coffee.

Hazel's partner Robert and I had spent Tuesday night preparing a DVD slideshow of photos of Jim and the rest of us in the "old days", with a soundtrack of music from Jim's various bands over the years. We set this up to play through my dataprojector against a screen at the back of the stage. We also played a DVD of a documentary on "The Other Dunedin Sound", i.e. punk in the eighties, in which there is quite a long interview with Jim.

After that, people got up and spoke about Jim.

Tea and coffee were in fairly constant demand, as were glasses of fruit drink and lemonade for the kids that were running around.

About 5pm we served the meal.

A wee aside here - In addition to what Hazel and I had cooked, there was a large platter of muttonbird, donated by April, who is a muttonbirder. It was my first taste and I'm hooked. They taste sort of like oily mutton ham with anchovy on.

We set up a sort of production line, with me collecting bowls of baked potatoes from the oven, cutting and squishing them, then putting them on plates. Hazel dished rice and whatever other hot food people wanted, then they could help themselves to cheese and butter (for their potatoes) and coleslaw.

We did a rough head count, and think we fed about 70 people. We had heaps of leftovers - could have easily fed 30 more. People loved it, especially the vegans, who were most appreciative of being given food they could actually eat.

And that is how you feed a lot of people for $2.50 a head.

But my car still smells of onion.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Good Friday

I'm not in the least religious, but I'm a total traditionalist. I eat Hot Cross buns on Good Friday only, and expect kids to be given Easter eggs only on Easter Sunday. There are a few exceptions to the eggs bit - I do dish out small Easter eggs to people at work and any visiting kids for the whole week before Easter as none of us is there on Easter Sunday, naturally enough.

So one of my Maundy Thursday evening habits is to prepare Hot Cross buns so they can rise overnight and I can bake them first thing in the morning. Normally I'd make a dozen or so, and they would be my entire food intake for Good Friday - I do love them! When you add in the butter that goes on them though, it adds up to quite a few calories. This year I only made three - from my one cup of flour weekly bread allowance. Here they are:


All gone now too. They were breakfast.

And, for the very first time, I made a Simnel Cake. It's a very small Simnel Cake - I have a round cake tin that's only 16 cm (6 1/2 inches) across so I halved the recipe here. The Apostles are closer to full size though. Mmmmmm marzipan.


I'm not quite sure what to do with it! It looks too nice to cut. Perhaps I'll save it for next Saturday when I have my big dinner party - it won't go with the Asian theme, but it'll be nice with the coffee afterwards.