• cooking

    Sweet and Sour Chicken

    I’ve been neglecting the posts here, too many things to do at the same time.

    – chop some chicken breast (this recipe also works with pork fillet) into tiny pieces, toss in cornflour and fry in some oil until light brown and crisp, depending on quantity you may need to make two or three batches
    – take out the cooked the chicken pieces and drain on some kitchen roll
    – fry chopped onion and peppers in remaining oil, add a very thinly sliced carrot (I sometimes add some broccoli flowers too)
    – once the vegetables are starting to get soft add a tin of chopped pineapple pieces and their juice, some tomato purée, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar and a little cornflour dissolved in some sherry
    – cook for a few minutes until the sauce starts to thicken and add the fried chicken pieces
    – serve with rice or as part of an oriental buffet.

    Meanwhile a little progess on the book and still no sight of winter.

  • cooking

    Christmas Eve Shrimps

    No posts for a while now, this can be explained by a mixture of laziness and too many things to do in the build up to the festive season. The builder is still here, in fact we will probably have him for Christmas lunch today – the frost has caused endless delays to the terrace work.

    In an attempt to cook something light but tasty and special for Christmas Eve dinner, I came up with the following which was a great success.

    – fry some chopped onion and peppers (red or yellow are best) in a little oil
    – add some crushed garlic and a tin of coconut milk, simmer for a few minutes
    – peel some shrimps and add these to the sauce, if ready cooked shrimps they just need to be heated through, if they are fresh and uncooked put up the heat and cook them in the sauce until they are pink and cooked through
    – garnish with fresh coriander and serve with roast vegetables (recipe here) and a mesclun salad with balasmic vinegar and olive oil dressing.

    Now I have to go and start preparing the turkey. Happy Christmas everyone!

  • magick

    Joking.

    My other fan (the one in Leeds, England) submitted this contribution which deserves exposure and no comment. It’s never too late Neil and of course I remember.

    You drink a heady literary wine, evoke an ocean poem of eating.

    Leave the food at home honey, I say: Tell the finks to listen to the ocean instead!

    Over by the sand dunes where you ran your fingers through my hair,
    tenderly biting my nipples when we kissed,
    I dis-composed the urban scheme transfixed by the beauty of your skin
    and you filled a whole paragraph in my book on living.

    Together we drank before stumbling for the train and listening to the “suits” in the smoke preaching their new world order to brutes.

    Our hands tied together, blindfolded, looking for the jihadists
    we ran together through anglo-american bullets.

    For this?

    It requires so little to call oneself poet. It just takes nerve.
    My hair didn’t grow like this by just leaving it to it’s own devices.
    I took action with the scissors. And the crew you mention call me a “queer”
    Let them go fuck themselves.
    I blow open my heart for no one, am loftier without thinking about it than they could ever be,
    walking windy avenues for my friends and family, gulping the emptiness,
    deliberating for ever on working versions of indigestible prose
    too tired for meaning
    I jam in clubs and the meats get nervous until I walk out.

    See me in the Dark Wood any day. I read esoteric Chemistry at the University of Life.
    When I’m not fixing my bike, or climbing mountains, I write songs without words celebrating consciousness with apricots

    Standing on this precipice looking out to sea
    the sky is my true index my theme the cosmos
    my aim that One-ness you told me about.

    Remember?

  • cooking

    Courgette gratin film

    This whole vegetable gratin business is getting out of hand. I am seriously thinking of registering courgettegratin.com or vegetablegratin.com.

    This little film (see right) has been sent in by my fan, you need a Quicktime plug in to view it. It demonstrates the version made with smoked salmon and ravioles, which are tiny French raviolis stuffed with cheese and herbs, made in Alsace or somewhere over there near Switzerland.

    I went to Switzerland many years ago, the father of a friend of ours had a vineyard up near Vevey. I recall drinking vast amounts of his white wine and then going up into the snowy hills for a snowball fight and fried perch fillets and chips. The restaurant broke a hole in the ice over the frozen lake next door, threw in some explosives and picked up the fresh stunned/dead perch out the hole. It was one of these “as much as you can eat places” – the restaurant must be closed down by now, and catching fish like that must have been banned at least a decade ago (we are talking about Switzerland here). Great day and wonderful memories.

    Back here in reality, the builders are moving forward very slowly, I always knew that paying them on a daily basis was a bad idea.

  • cooking

    Mixed roast vegetables

    The builders are here, the banging starts at 8am. Today, in an attempt to motivate them (and avoid their usual 4 hour lunch break), I cooked a gourmet lunch for them. Greatly appreciated despite some of the dishes being extremely spicy. Eating lunch outside on December 5th was very decadent (talk about climate change), we christened our “new” and not-quite-finished terrace. The previously mentioned roast vegetables recipe was part of this meal.

    method:
    – cut potatoes, sweet potatoes, turnips, carrots and parsnips (or any selection thereof) into large chunks
    – boil or steam until cooked but still firm (about 6 minutes)
    – melt some duck fat in an overproof dish, add some ground rosemary, rock salt and cumin seeds and toss the strained vegetables in this mixture until well coated
    – place in a hot oven until the vegetables are cooked through and lightly browned (about 30-40 minutes depending on the oven)

  • cooking

    More vegetable gratin variations and input

    Terrible week in Paris, it was grey and everything is so complicated these days. Good food though, an especially memorable Indian lunch where the bindi bhaji were very very good and the chicken tikka masala very spicy HOT (as requested) for once.

    One of my (numerous) fans who uses the highly dubious name of “benquicky” has sent me a photo of the now evidently famous courgette gratin recipe in the process of being cooked. She further promises photos of a dish in various stages of its elaboration as well as a critics appraisal of the recipe. Can’t wait!

    Orignal recipe can be found herebelow on 23rd October or on this link.

    This vegetable gratin thing now has so many variations we could almost write a whole book about the method. The goats cheese and tomato layer version is having particular sucess amongst those who don’t eat cream and are looking after their figures, it even works without the pasta (or ravioles). Anyway I am thing of starting a separate blog all about “gratins” – if anyone thinks this is a good idea please let me know and support the plan….

  • cooking

    Disasterous after-effects of vegetable gratin

    Benquicky reports disturbing flatulence problems following the digestion of vast quantities of courgette and salmon version of the famous gratin dish. Be warned.

    More gory details of benquicky’s condition can be found here http://www.myspace.com/benquicky.

    Today’s lunch is veal blanquette with carrots, served with roast parsnips and sweet potatoes. Time allowing, the recipes might be posted tomorrow.

  • cooking

    Beef casserole with carrots

    This is a winter favorite, slow cooking in the oven is essential.

    method:
    – fry chopped onions and bite-sized chunks of stewing beef
    – add hot paprika, cinnamon and ground cumin, fry for a minute or so until the spices coat the meat
    – add chopped carrots, red wine stock, some orange zest, salt and water to cover
    – place in a covered casserole dish and cook in the oven at 150 degrees for two hours or so. Make sure it doesnt get too dry.
    – (optional) 15 minutes before serving add chopped mushrooms
    – Serve with rice

  • magick

    Geo-biology (more)

    We had an earthquake, quite strange really, like driving the car off a steep curb but the whole house went “CLUNK!”. The funny thing was the animals in the roof and the cats and birds, they were all rushing/flitting around like mad for two of three seconds before the quake, as if they sensed it coming. No damage although some chimneys fell down near the epicentre where, apparently, the earth made a great rumbling noise.
    My last earthquake was in Greece twenty years ago, I slept through the whole thing (or maybe we were just in the process of conceiving firstborn).
    Night comes in
    Like some cool river
    I never knew
    There’d be another day

  • cooking

    Lamb and vegetable Tajine with saffron

    To keep the stones alive, you should soak them in a saline solution for 24 hours before the full moon and put them out to dry in the full moonlight. These stones have great power but we have to give them back their energy.
    This is the great lesson of this last weekend and a wonderful Sunday lunch where so much was left unsaid but so much accomplished and even more understood. The menu, exotic as ever, was lamb tajine with couscous.

    method:
    – chop dried apricots and dates and put to soak in lime juice with some raisins
    – fry onion in a little hot oil
    – add chunks of lean lamb and brown, add ground cumin, coriander seeds and chilli pepper and fry for two minutes to incorporate all the ingredients
    – place in a tajine (earthenware dish with a cone cover) with large chunks of parsnip or turnip, potato, some whole carrots, chopped fennel, whole garlic cloves, courgette….. in fact almost any vegetables will do
    – add vegetable or meat stock to cover with a lot of saffron (stems dissolved in warm water or crushed) and salt
    – cover with tajine cone and cook at low heat in the oven or on the stove for two hours
    – fifteen minutes before serving add the dried fruit that has been soaking in the lime juice, mix well
    – serve with couscous and fresh coriander

  • humour

    So you thought “Condom” is a silly name for a town

    The very day I was galavanting around Gascony and visiting Condom I received this photo from a friend, who probably prefers to remain anonymous (for the francophiles among us, his name is Grisjambon).

    Much like Condom, where the Mayor got so fed up with his town signs being stolen by English tourists he created the world first (and possibly only) condom museum, there is apparently a little town in Austria (where else..) called “Fucking”.

    The newspaper article, which accompanied the photo of the town sign, contained some absolute gems:
    – “Police chief Kommandant Schmidtbrger said ‘We will not stand for the Fucking signs being removed.'”
    He continues:
    – “It may be amusing for you British, but Fucking is simply Fucking to us. What is this big Fucking joke?”
    It gets worse:
    – “German tourists want to see Mozart’s house in Salzburg, Americans seem only to care about The Sound of Music film, the occasional Japanese tourist wants to visit Hitler’s birthplace, but for the British it’s all about Fucking…….”

  • humour

    Zapper

    The first frosts came here in the South West. We started by lighting a fire in the wood stove but we soon succumbed to putting the central heating on, despite the exhorbitant price of gas.
    Great trip around Gascony in the glorious autumn sunlight. Absolutely EPIC time in Condom (no pun intended) at the Hotel les Trois Lys . The tajine of confit de canard was especially memorable, as was the Mascarpone mousse with white armagnac. Such a pleasure to find adventurous cooks who dare to use spices and oriental cooking methods with traditional French ingredients. The full menu in English can be found by clicking here
    Great hotel actually, although I didn’t sleep very well as there was a mosquito in the room, she kept biting me … although it might have been in a dream because I couldn’t see any bites in the morning and maybe she was just a very nice mosquito.
    But this reminded me of Jacques, the owner of the café in Paris where I used to live. He had a country house somewhere in the middle of no-where and he refused to have a TV set. Instead he took a long extension lead down to the bottom of his garden where he would plug in an ultra-violet insect zapper, the ones that electrocute and even set fire to insects attracted to the light. He would sit with his neighbours having a drink after dark sitting around this contraption and watch the local insect wildlife being zapped, “much better than TV” he used to say, “it’s live”.

  • cooking

    Porc au caramel (Caramelised pork)

    ingredients:
    diced pork fillet
    chopped fresh ginger
    chopped onion
    half glass chicken stock
    two large spoons brown sugar
    two soup spoons soy sauce
    half glass madere, xeres, sherry, etc.

    method:
    – fry onion in a little hot oil
    – add pork and ginger
    – once the meat is browned add all the other ingredients except the soy sauce
    – reduce sauce over high heat until it thickens
    – add soy sauce and serve with white rice.

  • magick

    Geo-biology

    The Paris meetings went badly, somehow everything gets complicated these days. Endless delay after endless delay, two steps forward costs three steps back.
    So I got on the bus to Opera and a young guy at the front has some kind of heart attack or faint or whatever, he looked like drugs actually. Anyway the guy passes out so the bus driver stops, asks us all to get out, and calls an ambulance on his radio. The other passengers wait patiently for the next bus, but I walk.
    Down some side streets, I love to follow my nose while generally going in the right direction.
    A genteman ghost from the past wearing a wig (or was it a little angel with curly hair and flat dancing shoes?) leads me into a courtyard, and then another courtyard, and then through a tiny shop door.
    It was like walking into a cave, or worse, like a fairground where you feels oppressed and bombarded with the noise of bumber cars, sirens, loud music, the smell of kebas and hot dogs, laughter and screams, gunshot.
    But this was a different kind of bombardment: this shop sells stones, bits of rock, beautiful and strange artefacts that emit energies I had hardly dreamt of. I broke out in a sweat, my head was spinning, and then I saw a piece of Indian Amethyst…
    Minérales do Brasil sold me the rock which, specialists claim, can transform negative waves into positive energy. I also bought a small black tourmaline stone to protect me from the pollution of our sad modern world.
    The Magick has returned, now stronger than ever.

  • travel

    Torture on a Mediterranean Island

    Paris is windy, the plane very bumpy coming in to Orly.
    I finally sent the annual toothpaste e-mail and got this photo in reply. It simply said “Torture on a Mediterranean Island October 2006”.
    I hope I get the toothpaste as I am in serious “get healthy” mode at the moment starting with getting my teeth fixed. Other aspects of this dramatic u-turn in my lifestyle include: only eat chinese or japanese food, drink green tea, eat slowly and have more sex.
    I have only used this salty German toothpaste for the last few decades so all my German friends and ex-friends get regular demands for the stuff which is exported no-where and apparently unavailable on the internet (or maybe my non-existent German is the problem, Mein Gott in Himmel).
    The photo says a lot to me actually. The ex-friend is question is still having his breakfast alone every morning and therefore, most probably, going to bed alone every night. Plus he wants to show off that he can afford luxury Mediterranean island holidays in October. This is all he deserves really but that is another story involving screwing my sister and getting her arrested. The toothpaste is really the only redeeming factor about him. Poor fish.

  • cooking

    Vegetarian gratin

    Off on my travels again, Paris, Monte-Carlo then maybe even Hungary. The planes and airports are as unpleasant as ever, it’s just the pain of travelling is shorter by air.

    Found some extremely interesting documents about how to diet by eating oriental food. Very little meat, chinese tea, take your time and eat your rice and sauce seperately, not mixed up. More about this in future posts

    Meanwhile a variation of a vegetable lasagne recipe that Nicole gave me last year. She made this with layers of herb “ravioles” which are basically little raviolis made somewhere in the east of France
    – place alternate layers of sliced courgettes, sliced tomatoes and smoked salmon in an ovenproof dish
    – add plenty of pepper and a little fresh cream (the tomatoes give out most of the moisure requires for this dish)
    – top with mozarella and grated cheese
    – bake in a hot oven until the courgettes are cooked and the cheese lightly browned (about 30 minutes)
    – you can replace or add layers with lasagne or indeed other sliced or finely chopped vegetables.

  • magick

    Things we can’t explain and poems from nowhere

    André called. The radio pollution is getting unbearable in his house. At first we thought it was the digital television signal coming off the mountains but the force of the waves is such that we suspect that they increased power the mobile phone antenna on the nearby autoroute.
    I’m trying to get AndrĂ© here, it’s been too long since we met and we seem to help each other face up to the inside feeling of impending doom.For the first time we spoke about building a house. At least if we can contribute to helping the environnment, it may help or inspire others…who knows?
    I received some pictures from a book. The pages scream out at me like those old books in Menton, the ones the Gestapo had tried to destroy, fortunately without success.

    a world awaits me
    my instinct believes
    plunged in your eyes
    your magic received
    a knot that unites
    none can undo
    I had broken my life
    and then again I found you

  • cooking

    Roulades de Poulet farcis aux trompettes de la Mort

    Mushrooms again. Millions of them. Normally this species (Craterelles cornucopioides) only comes every five years and we picked and dried huge quantities last year. Their re-appearance this year is therefore a pleasant surprise, albeit yet another symptom of world climate change and disorder.

    Of course I was woken up at 7 in the morning with the farmer ploughing the field next door. They are harvesting the maize too, until late at night, so it is not as peaceful as one would expect at this time of year.

    Meanwhile chicken rolls stuffed with trompettes
    – soak the dried Trompette mushrooms in a little warm water for 20 minutes (same for fresh ones as this eliminates the grit and the strained water is used for the sauce)
    – cut a pouch in the chicken breasts and stuff with the mushrooms
    – roll in a very thin slice of smoked ham which holds everything together
    – sprinkle with flour, brush with a beaten egg, and then coat with breadcrumbs
    – place on a greased dish in a hot oven until browned and cooked through (about 25 minutes)
    – reduce a little stock with some of the water from the soaked Trompettes (strain to remove any dirt and grit), some Madiera (or Port), some blueberry jam and fruit (in France you can buy these fresh in season and all year round in a jar or tin, other names include myrtilles, Vaccinium myrtillus, whortleberry), salt and pepper, thicken with a little fresh cream
    – pour the sauce over the chicken rolls and serve with fresh pasta

  • travel

    The Bullshit Threshold

    Cannes and Marseilles this week which explains the lack of posts, it’s not that I’m getting lazy, more that our business and civilisation has become so complicated there is no time for recreation nor relaxation.

    The trade fair was actually quite fun for a change (“been there, done that”), because loyal friends and human communication is always better than the fucking internet. However the bullshit threshold descends as we get older, I just cannot tolerate idiots in the way I used to be able to do. Sadly this bloody business has a very high proportion of imbeciles.

    Marseilles is a nice city, photo taken from the car with my mobile phone just to prove I was there, this is a church just near the old port.

    Of course I missed the exit off the autoroute, had a very undercooked and unpleasant pizza, ruined a shirt and tie by splashing greasy pizza topping on it (the waiter actually said “I think you’ll need to by a new shirt, sir”) and generally got tired by driving 500kms in the day. This was all forgotten upon arrival back home, I cooked a wonderful Roghan Josh for our guests (recipe to appear here soon, maybe) and everyone was happy.