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Monday, 30 June 2014

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Saturday, 28 June 2014

Diana Henry: Cherry and Almond Cake


We're just back from a wonderfully typically British picnic and opera in the pouring rain in the gardens of a rambling country house with perfectly sculpted gardens.


B was on cooking duty, and knocked up a batch of Green Kitchen Stories' baked pistachio and herb falafel. I was on baking. Making use of maman's new birthday cookbook, Diana Henry's A Change of Appetite, I set my heart upon the goosebery, almond and spelt cake. But there weren't any gooseberries around. So it became cherry instead. Not my own idea - Diana suggests it in a helpful little note at the bottom of the page.


It was eaten sheltering from the pouring rain, huddled together grabbing at any falling crumbs, the caramelised edges sticky and chewy, cherries sweet and pretty, and almonds doing their usual wonderful job of keeping the cake full of moisture and texture. We like to think we were the envy of all the other picnic-ers with this cake, but it was probably just our sheltered location which they were eyeing up.


Recipe can be found here. For the cherry version, switch the blueberries with 500g pitted cherries and proceed as described.

Friday, 27 June 2014

5 Things

5 happy moments from this week:

1. Supper with friends in West Hampstead
2. Sleeping until the alarm
3. Sore thighs post run
4. B's first pot
5. Wimbledon

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Monday, 23 June 2014

Rhubarb Crumble


I haven't shared enough crumble recipes on this little blog yet. I mean, there's been one, but that by no means represents the amount of crumble I have eaten in the last few months. My last meal wish would be for crumble. When I'm sad I eat crumble. When I have something to celebrate I eat crumble. When I'm feeling short of baking inspiration or energy I make crumble. So, as you might have gathered, crumble features a lot in my life. 

Pre the most horrible, hot, difficult, long half-marathon race on Sunday, I ate crumble. To carb-load and to calm the pre-race nerves. Crumble is a versatile food. 


This was a simple rhubarb one with Lily Vanilli's ever trustworthy oat-y topping. That dark brown sugar makes all the difference; it makes it the crumble for all occasions.

To recreate in your kitchen, cook your choice of seasonal fruit in your favourite way. Follow the crumble section of this recipe. Bake for 20-30 mins. Serve with ice-cream, custard, cream or greek yoghurt. Or all of the above.

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Dan Lepard: Chocolate Cookie Ice-Cream Sandwich


Other B was coming for dinner so lots of pasta and then lots of chocolate had to be the evening's menu. (L was coming too, but she has less rigid dietary wishes). A sudden desire for ice-cream sandwiches took me to Dan Lepard's dark chocolate chunk cookies. 

He of course uses his own ice-cream. But I am ice-cream machine-less (one of the few essential gadgets missing from my kitchen), and so bought in had to do. 


The cookies are soft and chewy. Other B gave them his biggest compliment, saying they were better than Sainsbury's. Flattered. With a generous scoop of ice-cream in the middle conversation went quiet until we were all defeated. The intense chocolate content of the cookies had gone to our heads.


Recipe can be found here, hidden away in the variations section at the bottom!


Friday, 20 June 2014

5 Things

5 happy moments from this week:

1. Gin and tonic
2. Cricket
3. Cookies
4. Catching up with friends
5. Sunny mornings

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Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Moro East: Rhubarb and Rosewater Fool


After the meringue incident of Saturday, I was in no mood to spend many hours baking something impressive and beautiful, in fear that someone would steal the finished good. So I settled upon these super simple rhubarb and rosewater fools from Moro East. A fruity, floral, creamy, light (well, it feels light, even though the main ingredient is double cream...) end to a Sunday.


You'd be a fool not to make them before the rhubarb season disappears. (Sorry, couldn't resist).



Monday, 16 June 2014

Scandilicious: Cinnamon Spelt Pancakes


I think the first word I said on Sunday morning was pancakes. I'm not sure I said much else until I'd eaten a pile of them.


We were short on plain flour but had lots of that spelt stuff sitting in the cupboard, so stumbled (via google) upon Signe Johansen's recipe for cinnamon spelt pancakes. It was a fortunate stumbling. 


The nutty flavour of the spelt, the warmth of plenty of cinnamon, the bubbly texture and the sheer quantity of batter, meant B and I whiled away a very happy Sunday morning in our pyjamas working through pancake after pancake after pancake. 


We raided the kitchen for anything we could find to heap on top. Frozen berries became a berry compôte after a little bit of sugar and a rather lot of heat were added, fresh raspberries, yoghurt, double cream, lemon juice, runny honey... I wish every morning could be a Sunday morning so I could linger over pancakes for breakfast for hours. 


The recipe can be found here. Give them a go next time you wake up and know that it's a pancake day.


Sunday, 15 June 2014

The River Café: the Story of the Cake


Go and grab yourself a cup of tea and something to eat. This is going to be a long post. I'm a bit nervous about writing it: too much to say, too much to be lost in translation from experience to blog.


Yesterday was a day of celebration in our family: the day in the middle of my brother's 21st birthday and maman's big birthday (I won't say which big birthday - I don't want to upset you maman!). And also it was Fathers' Day Eve. So the only one who wasn't celebrating was me. But I'm more than happy to jump on everyone else's celebration bandwagon.


To mark the occasion we had booked lunch at the River Café. I think I can safely say that this is our family's favourite restaurant in the UK. Especially on a beautiful sunny day when we can sit on the terrace; when a friend has bought a bottle of bubbles which are waiting there for us to celebrate; when a surprise guest arrives to join us; when we can spend all afternoon eating, drinking, laughing and talking. This isn't something that happens often.


A few months ago, maman had requested Lucy Boyd's raspberry and hazelnut meringue cake as her birthday treat from me. So early Saturday morning I set about whipping egg whites and piling high the meringues and raspberries to build this towering cake that had been asked for. This cake was then carefully carried all the way to Hammersmith (a long, long way from home!) and presented to maman before lunch. It was then safely (we thought) stowed in the fridge by the receptionist while we had lunch, so it didn't completely melt in the sunshine.



Surprise bubbles were bought to us along with a plate of oily, salty, garlic-y, charred bruschetta. Papa's favourite. I think he'd eat this three meals a day if he could. Then a plate piled high with zucchini fritti arrived (I just managed to get a snap of them before the hands dove in), and quickly disappeared, to be replaced by another plate. They also quickly disappeared.


A magnum (we were celebrating after all!) of Fontodi Flaccianello that Papa had bought with him was opened (the courier smashed the bottle that he had wanted to drink when he had sent it a few days earlier - lucky for the courier we will never meet him!) Presents and cards were handed round and opened and then it was finally time to move our concentration on to food. I'll try and let the photos speak for themselves...


Prosciutto di San Daniele with Chanterais melon. The sweetest melon and vast quantities of the most wonderful prosciutto. 


Calamari ai ferri - chargrilled squid with fresh red chilli and rocket. Fresh, not chewy, with a hint of heat.


Asparagi - warm English asparagus with parmesan 'Fonduta'. I need to eat more fonduta. Bye bye hollandaise.


Gnocchi di Patate with slow-cooked sorrento tomatoes, mint and pecorino. Pillow-soft.


Agnoli - fresh pasta parcels stuffed with slow-cooked veal sweetbreads, pancetta, sage in Marsala, with parmesan. Too many good things on one plate. 


Our very clean plates were cleared away, and full ones bought. I was so excited about my plate of pasta: this pasta is one very good reason to be happy about being alive.


Taglierini - fresh pasta with clams, zucchini and their flowers, parsley and butter. I had been talking about zucchini flowers the day before, figuring out where to go and source some, and tangled in with the pasta and clams that afternoon they were sweet and light. I had by now decided that this was the best Saturday afternoon ever.


Aragosta al forno - split and wood roasted Dorset Blue lobster with wild oregano, lemon and dried chilli, with zucchini fritti (oops - I think we all ate his zucchini fritti). The best lobster Dad says he's ever had - meaty and pink and beautiful.


Maman had samlone al sale - wild Scottish salmon baked whole in sea salt with aioli, broad beans and swiss chard. Her favourite. And I forgot to photograph it.


Coscia d'Agnello ai ferri - chargrilled marinated leg of lamb with salsa rossa crudo, pink and golden beetroots and baked fresh borlotti. B's comment is: the beetroot was amazing. I think he was slightly overwhelmed by it all.


Filetto di Manzo - wood-roasted beef fillet in Fontodi Chianti Classico with rosemary, braised Violetta artichokes and peas for T (very out of character - he spends most his life claiming to be vegetarian!). Definitely worth breaking vegetarian tendencies for.

Are you still reading? I hope you are. We've not got to pudding yet, and pudding is beautiful. I won't make you wait any longer...


Lemon Tart. Crumbly pastry, and that bright yellow tells you everything else you need to know.


Almond Tart with Strawberries. The best, in my humble opinion. But I ordered it, so I am slightly biased.


Chocolate, hazelnut and espresso cake was essentially an enormous brownie with a big kick of coffee and the crunch of hazelnuts.


Maman said her pannacotta with grappa and fresh raspberries needed more grappa. But she would say that. She loves grappa. The rest of us were just amazed by its wobble. I should have filmed it. 


Coffees and fresh mint tea to calm us all down after all that excitement. We were ready to leave, Papa was busy chatting to the lovely Charles Pullan and maman went to retrieve her cake from the fridge. 


The tin was (rather embarrassingly), sitting on the bar, looking for a home. She picked it up, thought it felt quite light, asked the chefs whether they had eaten it and they all said no. She came back to the table, had a peek inside and... you may not believe me... but... there was only a quarter of it left! I think we laughed for about 15 minutes. We showed Charles who looked stunned, and, after he had regained his voice, said: 'Wait a second, that's a River Café cake! That was my wedding cake! That's my wife's recipe!'. We agreed that yes, it was Lucy Boyd's recipe. His shock that his staff had eaten maman's birthday cake was somewhat amusing. It was worth the loss of a cake for the hilarity it caused. I'll never forget the day we went to the River Café for a birthday lunch and the staff ate my cake. At least they liked it, it seems. That's a seal of approval good enough for me. I know where to go next time I'm in need of a job!



Highlight: Everything. It is heaven.
Lowlight: They ate my cake.

River Café, Thames Wharf, Rainville Rd, London, W6 9HA
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