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Pasta that refreshes the parts…

March 15, 2012
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Lemons…Brits of a certain age fill in the rest!  You know that after-Christmas feeling?  When you long for something fresh and simple to eat?  I’ve got it right now. Quite a few lovely invites have dropped into my in-box of late and some have been just too tempting to resist.  Dubai has been choc-a-bloc with chefs (last weekend at the Festival of Literature and this weekend at Taste of Dubai), restaurant openings and new menus.

A while back, Ahlan Gourmet asked me to write about my favourite meal.  I thought about some of the wonderful meals I’ve been lucky enough to experience especially since I’ve lived in Dubai and there have been plenty of luxurious foodstuffs and incredible culinary skills involved.  They include a seafood banquet commencing with sushi, followed by several kinds of oysters, freshly nestled in their briny shells, both raw and ‘Rockefellered’ all accompanied by some excellent Champagne.  Steak tartare with a quivering little poached quail’s egg poised on top, confit of duck with spiced, red cabbage, fresh Brixham scallops wrapped in pancetta with a spicy tomato sauce (at Jamie’s in Bath) – I’ve cleaned every morsel from my plate and longed for more.

lemon and fresh herb pasta

Then there is food prepared with love which seems to have a special secret ingredient added through the care involved.  For me, this starts with my Mother’s roast dinner with crispy potatoes, parsnips and Mum’s gravy.  Then there are my Mother-in-law’s fabulous stuffed vegetables, her blackberry and apple pie and unctuous yellow home-made custard, thick with cream and free-range egg yolks. Or my friend Wasia’s fabulous courgettes in a tomato sauce and her delicious dhal – she’s given me the recipes, which are simple, but they don’t taste the same when I make them for myself.

My favourite meals of all are those spent at home with my family and here I want simple comfort food, the freshest ingredients which are local if possible.  This is what I’m in need of right now as an antidote to eating out and fancy food. I find solace in the repetitive stirring action of a risotto, the chopping of herbs, the kneading of dough for bread.  The comforting aromas in the kitchen are all part of the process.  This bowl of pasta appeases my slight lemon addiction, refreshes with herbs and soothes with crème fraiche and cheese.  A perfectly ripe mango or peach is all that is needed for dessert.

Lemons

Lemon and herb pasta

Ingredients

Serves 4

  • 400g spaghetti or linguine
  • Small bunch flat-leaved parsley, leaves picked
  • About 20 fresh mint leaves
  • A handful of basil leaves
  • 1 lemon, zest grated
  • 1 small tub crème fraiche 200ml
  • Parmesan cheese (Parmigiano-Reggiano)
  • Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper.

Cook the pasta in a large amount of boiling water for the time stated on the packet (or until al dente).  In the meantime wash, dry and chop the herbs finely and put into a large bowl with the juice of half the lemon, the finely grated lemon zest, crème fraiche, a handful of freshly grated parmesan and some black pepper. Stir to combine.

When the pasta is cooked drain it reserving a couple of tablespoons of the cooking water.  Return the pasta to the pan, add the cooking water, give it a good stir to loosen the strands then pour into the bowl containing the other ingredients. Combine, adding some sea salt and extra lemon juice if necessary.  Serve garnished with some basil leaves and provide additional grated parmesan at the table.

This is a revised version of an article that appeared in the first issue of Ahlan Gourmet magazine in October 2011

Ahlan Gourmet

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Pomegranates and roses

March 8, 2012

BarberriesIran or Persia?  This question reminds me of a passage from Anne Tyler’s novel Digging to America.  A group of friends of Iranian descent are discussing the reaction of the American hostess at a party. The guest has answered ‘Iran’ as the answer to the question ‘Where are you from?’.

‘Oh! Persia!’ (says the hostess)

‘No’ I said ‘Iran. Persia is only a British invention. From the start it was always Iran.’

‘Well I prefer Persia,’ she told me.  ‘Persia sounds much more beautiful.’

Sami, one of the main characters, advises “What you should have told her is, ‘Oh then! In that case! Please don’t let a mere twenty-five hundred years of history stand in your way, madam.’”

Do we all view everything that’s good about this country, everything mysterious, romantic, interesting, progressive, enriching and cultural, as something in the distant past to be labelled ‘Persia’ and all that is new and/or negative as ‘Iran’?

The difficulties of being able to travel to Iran means that most of us receive our information via the media (which is usually fear, suspicion and bad news).  The U.A.E.’s proximity to Iran means that there is a large expatriate population here.  Radio Shoma broadcasts in Farsi to over 600,000 Farsi speakers and Iranian restaurants abound.  There is one way to get to know more about a country and its people – through its food culture.

This was one of chef Ariana Bundy’s motivations for writing a cook book about Iranian food.  She hopes that people will read her book, make some of the recipes at home as a way of getting closer to the Iranian people. When I met Ariana at her light, airy home in Dubai, I shamefacedly confessed that until I moved to the Middle East I assumed that Arabic was the language of Iran and that I still knew very little about Iranian cuisine.  I had a hunch that I was not alone.  Over the next half an hour I received an amazing beginner’s guide and crash course, departing with my mind full of images, my imagination full of flavours and clutching a bag full of barberries.

Pomegranates and roses book

Firstly Ariana showed me a copy of her book Pomegranates and roses – unsurprisingly (after all I’ve just said) subtitled My Persian family recipes.  It is an exquisitely beautiful book which would justify its purchase if it never left your coffee table.  Ariana worked on the styling of the book with her Mother, a Parisian fashion designer, who brought textiles and cooking pots, fabrics and cutlery from Iran, even matching cloth from a certain region to the relevant dish of origin.  Another reason Ariana cites for writing the book was to produce a collection of recipes in a more modern way – the pages are edged with intricate motifs, text overlaid with Persian script and beautiful photography of the food and ingredients.   It’s more than just a recipe book however giving a background of the evolution of the cuisine, sources of ingredients and the important principles in putting a dish together.

Ariana threw information at me, each nugget interesting or even astonishing. Iran is the biggest producer and exporter of caviar in the world.  And of stone fruit, saffron and pistachios, demonstrating how richly fertile this country is, combined with an ancient aqueduct system which means that even remote areas can be irrigated, “the California of the Middle East”.  Top-quality produce, in season is the basis of taste.

Pomegranate

The key to understanding how to cook these recipes and what makes Iranian cuisine rather unique, lies near the beginning of the book.  The sardi (cold) garmi (hot) system of classifying foods and temperaments. Ariana explained it as the Yin and Yang of Iran.  Apparently all Mothers discover which camp their child falls into from an early age; this system of classification is called Unani and derived from the teachings of Greek physician Hippocrates, and Roman physician Galen.  All main foods are divided into sardi or garmi and balanced within a dish to complement or off-set each other.   In some cases the use of sharp ingredients such as verjuice, lemon or dried limes is also contrasted with other elements to achieve a sweet and sour balance.   The seasons are also consulted; walnuts and garlic, which are garmi, would not be used during the heat of the summer, instead there would be sardi foods like cucumber and yoghurt.  Whether a guest is old, young, sick, healthy etc. will also be taken into consideration.  This counterbalancing of ingredients and view of the whole meal may explain why Iranian dishes have such interest and appeal.  Ariana says that children absolutely love it as it is different but comforting.  She’s found that when she cooks Iranian meals, her son eats and eats.

Roses

Roses in my Mum's garden

That Ariana hasn’t always cooked the food she grew up eating at her Grandparents’ table is another strength of the book.  She grew up in the West (Switzerland, New York, London) and made a career change from international business and marketing to train in patisserie at the acclaimed Le Cordon Bleu school in Paris.  After several years catering for the stars in Los Angeles, she decided to spend more time with her family and wrote a cookery book called the Sweet Alternative about desserts which are free of gluten, soy and dairy that was inspired by her and her family’s dietary intolerances.  For this next book she brought her chef’s discipline to the process in recording the recipes passed down through her family and learning how to make them herself.  She wanted precise instructions so she could re-create the authentic recipes and said it was a real challenge to get them as her relatives would say ‘a handful of this, a handful of that’.  “I took my digital scales and I’d turn my back for one minute and something else would go in! But I was determined to record it properly, that’s why there are two whole pages dedicated to cooking rice.”

By now I was positively stroking the book and every time I turned the pages something else caught my eye.  Elegant cold yogurt soup called Mas o Khiar and Asheh Reshteh, a soup with a drizzled garnish of Farsi script.  Nowruz, which marks the Iranian New year is on March 21st and it’s traditional to eat noodle soup (and some people also leap over bonfires).  The noodles represent the different paths one takes in life.   With KP in mind I spotted a recipe for meatballs called Koofteh Sabzi which are normally served with bread and Torshi which is a Persian pickle.

Ariana Bundy

When discussing the combination of fruit and meat for which Persian cuisine is famed, I confessed that I had never tasted barberries so Ariana fetched some.  Used commonly in recipes during Elizabethan and Victorian times in Britain, it’s a shame that these sharp fruit fell from fashion (to be replaced by the imported cranberry I fear).  In true Middle East traditions of hospitality, Ariana kindly bagged up some barberries for me to take home.  A few copies of her book will be available at her talk during the Emirates Airline Festival of Literature, ahead of it’s UK release; I’ll be at the front of the queue.  If you want to meet Ariana, hear more about her journey to learn about her native food culture and the secrets of Iranian cooking, including Zereshk Polo ba Morgh – chicken with barberries served with rice, her session is at 13.30 Friday 9th March

To read more about Ariana there is a great article by Emily Shardlow in The National. You can also see her on Thursday night on Studio One, Dubai One TVdemonstrating the dish above.  After the Lit Fest, Pomegranates and Roses will be in Dubai book shops in April (otherwise order from Amazon).

To my eternal regret I missed going on a trip to Iran with some friends a couple of years ago.  I hope there will be a little piece of Persia (or Iran!) in my kitchen when I get the book home and liberate the barberries from the fridge.

A big appetite for small food

March 4, 2012

Foie Gras bon bons at Lafayette Gourmet DubaiA few weeks ago I made 300 canapes.  All in a good cause (to help raise funds for my daughters’ school) but it did take me and my sister the best part of a day. My mass catering exploits have over the years included making chilli con carne for 50, a barbecue for 30 and sausage and mash for 20 (the latter from a tiny kitchen with only 2 saucepans).

People in Dubai who haven’t taken leave of their senses usually ring the caterersTime Out Dubai lists over 900 restaurants (there are many more) and the majority have some sort of home-delivery or outside catering service.  It doesn’t have to be grand, and with much of the year being perfect for holding a party outdoors, some of my favourite evenings have been fuelled by a cheap and cheerful curry or a shawarma stand in a friend’s garden.

Lafayette Gourmet Dubai event

Ceviche, tuna miso embellished with gold and mini lamb tagine with couscous.

KP has an aversion to small food and starts to get twitchy if we are off to a party where there is the promise of canapés (or is it canapé?).  But Eggs on the Roof sums up the opposing view (which I share) quite perfectly:

I love the concept of the canape. All the fla­vours of an entire plate­ful, heaped extra­vag­antly into one per­fect mouth­ful.

Has the canapé reached a new standard of sophistication and creativity in Dubai of late?  I hovered (and hoovered) at the blini stand at Traiteur, Park Hyatt recently, part of a range of exquisite morsels brought out that evening including minute lemon meringue pies.  The Cavalli Club served spoons (in the shape of high-heeled shoes) containing confit of duck and Dish delivered old favourites like mini fish gougons and chips and Aberdeen angus burger with truffle mayonnaise prepared with panache at a private party.  New entrants to the events catering arena, Lafayette Gourmet, invited Fooderati Arabia to sample their new menu last week.

Lafayette Gourmet Dubai welcome

Welcome greetings and drinks

You get to Lafayette Gourmet by threading through expensive fashion, displayed like art in a post-modernist gallery, rounding the corner into banks of fresh produce from chillies to quinces and seried rows of gleaming jars.  It’s an emporium of a huge range of fresh foods and ingredients plus you can eat at various places dotted around the food hall from an extensive menu.

A blackboard announced us, a nice touch, and coloured drinks welcomed us; we then embarked on what might easily be called a marathon of appetiser eating.

Lafayette Gourmet Dubai

The patient staff got used to posing! Simply stunning - buffalo mozzarella, tomato and basil with a gazpacho dressing

A ceviche adorned with an edible pansy tasted as good as it looked and a tuna/miso concoction beautifully decorated with edible gold leaf and a squid ink wafer was also excellent. My head was turned by the foie gras bon bons with crushed brioche and walnut (see picture at the top); this was cold in contrast to a hot breadcrumbed duck liver parcel teamed with cranberry, both were sublime. Prising myself away to the pork room, I spent a very happy time there making very good friends with the sweet, salty, addictive Jamón ibérico which was expertly carved on the bone (not easy).

Jamon Iberico

Inside the pork section getting to know the jamon iberico

I returned via the cheese room and a sample of some very ripe Brie which was oozingly good, from the huge selection of, mainly French, cheeses.

Brie

Oozingly ripe Brie

Wagyu Beef Wellington could have been a fraction pinker but this is quibbling as the yielding texture of the meat and layering of tastes meant they disappeared rapidly. Cute cartons of noodles were brought (tasty but could have been spicier).

Lafayette Gourmet

The goat's cheese parcels drizzled with thyme honey were another highlight of the evening. Wagyu wellingtons in the spotlight.

When it seemed we could eat no more, dishes of paella arrived; a Spanish tapas bar will be added to the already extensive eating-in options very soon (the only small food KP really likes).

Paella and foie gras

The soundtrack to the evening had been ‘oooh’, ‘mmmm’, and  ‘mmmMMMMmm’. The waiting staff had finally become accustomed to cries of delight followed by instructions not to move a muscle while we all took photographs from every angle before diving in.

Chocolate ice pops

Chocolate covered ice-cream pops in a cave of ice (made with a balloon and a blow-torch)

A crescendo was reached when the desserts appeared, ‘oooooooooooh!’; cute little cones topped with mini-marshmallows or caramel popcorn, chocolate-coated ice-cream pops shrouded in a mini ice palace, dainty petit fours and tartlets, double chocolate brownies, chocolate fondants with vanilla sauce, salty churros with dark chocolate for dipping and cubes of excellent panettone.

Dessert at Lafayette Gourmet Dubai

Churros, chocolate fondants, ice-cream pops, cones and tartlets - a sampler of the dessert menu.

Who wouldn’t be in foodie heaven after this Brobdingnagian feast of Lilliputian delights?* However what really set the Lafayette Gourmet food apart from other caterers in my opinion was the quality of the ingredients and the personal involvement of the ‘Gourmet Culinary Director’ and very, creative chef, Russell Impiazzi.  Lafayette Gourmet only use ingredients from the food hall meaning that, for instance, the simple looking buffalo mozzarella and tomato,basil gazpacho was soft, melting and creamy due to the quality of the cheese. Russell orchestrated the constant flow of delicacies and was positively glowing with our reaction.  He admitted that he loved our enthusiasm and the interest that so many of the group showed in how the dishes were made.

Pasta

A close up of the fresh pasta section - one of the many counters around the Lafayette Gourmet food hall

If this has got you thinking about your next event, Harriet from Lafayette Gourmet was keen to point out that they can cater for large parties, wedding, corporate events, with live cooking stations and the like, to gourmet sandwiches for a meeting, to dinner for a select few (about 10 as a minimum).  The large range of event menus is in the brochure here.  As the team took such good care of us I’m betting they extend that kind of attention to detail to their outside catering.

Pork section

Jamon Iberico - the bones sell for 199 AED a piece - behind closed doors in the pork section.

*This is going to qualify for Tangerine and Cinnamon’s Foodie Pseudery if I’m not careful!

I’m already planning my next date with Lafayette Gourmet and yes it may involve something from France and something from Spain.  And who knows, next time you might not ‘always find me in the kitchen at parties’.

Disclosure: I enjoyed this evening as a guest of Galeries Lafayette, Dubai Mall, Dubai

P.S. It’s a month until Meeta K Wolff arrives at Nasimi Beach, Atlantis, The Palm for a 2-day Workshop, focusing exclusively on food photography and styling. The course is limited to a maximum of 10 people and is nearly full – more details here if you’d like to register.

 

 

Coffee with gusto

February 29, 2012

Coffee machine and cakeI’m a tea drinker through and through.  It’s impossible to start the day until I’ve had my first cuppa and I would prefer someone to bring me a cup of tea in bed than give me a diamond ring (honestly!).  My childhood family memories are punctuated with cups of tea and the only coffee we had in our house was a jar of instant.  As an avid listener of The Archers, something rankles with the amount of coffee they seem to drink.  I can understand that Brian and Jennifer might have a pot on but Pat and Tony would be tea drinkers, as would Jill Archer. (Sorry if I just lost you there).  Call it my heritage,  my background, my up-bringing, my nationality (British) but I gave up tea for a day once and decided that life was far too short for such a sacrifice.

Coffee is not central to my life (pause for the shouts of coffee addicts to die down) but when Nescafe asked me if I’d like to test a Dolce Gusto coffee machine I said ‘maybe’, then ‘yes’ about 5 seconds later.

This Custard Pie space of mine is solely to pursue my fascination with food and drink and I do not earn any money from it.  I turn down a lot of invites, it’s easy to be tempted to dinners, lunches, product launches and the like, just because they are free; but if there isn’t a genuine food interest there, it’ll be really boring to write about (and read).  However with my marketing communications hat on (my profession), there was something that intrigued me about this coffee machine launch.  Nestle was getting ‘digital influencers’ involved which is quite unusual in the region, so I wanted to know how they would do it.

A large box was delivered with my name on the outside proclaiming ‘digital influencer’.  The box of the Nescafé Dolce Gusto was personalised with my Twitter profile, name, image and some of my tweets.  The individual coffee boxes mentioned people I converse with on Twitter.  To borrow a phrase from my teens, I was well-impressed.  They, however, thought it was creepy!

Dolce Gusto digital influencer package

The instruction manual was of the Swedish school.  I bristled; I like words not pictures (and with a spell-check!).  I did finally work it all out and the machine was actually really easy to use.  The Grande Intenso tasted pretty good, strong and smooth, the cappuccino (where you have to use two capsules) a slight improvement on packet mixes (which I loathe), Chococino (hot chocolate) was ok, and Espresso strong (if slightly bitter).  The Cappuccino Ice remains untasted.  All the coffee is 100% Arabica.

Manual

The marketing materials were brilliant - shame about the manual.

The main advantages are the compact size of the machine, the speed of making coffee, the lack of mess and the ease of cleaning.  It looks Italian and funky and suits our light coffee drinking household perfectly.  If we were heavy users I would be very uncomfortable about throwing a plastic capsule away every time (very wasteful and unsustainable).  Nescafé didn’t supply the retail price of the machine or the capsules which is available from 1st March 2012.

Pros and cons

All this coffee drinking made me yearn for the taste in an another form.

Coffee walnut cake (cake adapted from a recipe by Annie Bell combined with buttercream)

Ingredients
225g self-raising flour
225g soft light brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
225ml vegetable oil (I used sunflower)
4 medium eggs, separated
50ml strong espresso coffee
50ml milk
75g walnuts, roughly chopped
Ingredients for buttercream
350g icing sugar, sifted
150g unsalted butter, softened
2 tablespoons espresso

Butter and line a 22cm loaf tin.  Sift the flour into a large bowl and add the sugar, salt, oil, egg yolks, espresso and milk.  Beat with a wooden spoon until smooth.  Whisk the egg whites until stiff (I used my Kitchenaid).  Gently but firmly fold half the egg whites into the mixture; then fold in the other half and then the walnuts.  Spoon the mixture into the tin and give it a knock on the work surface to distribute.  Put on the centre shelf in an oven preheated to 190 C.  Bake for 50-55 minutes (check after 40 minutes and if the cake is browning too quickly place a piece of greaseproof paper over the top).  Remove from the tin and cool on a wire rack.   Make the buttercream: Beat the butter in a bowl with a wooden spoon until light and fluffy.  Stir in the icing sugar and coffee until light and smooth. Cut the cake in half horizontally and spread half the buttercream in the middle and the rest over the top.

I made coffee glacé icing for the one in the picture but it was too sweet, so have doubled the buttercream in the recipe.

Making coffee cakeP.S.  Meeta Wolff will be here in Dubai in just over a month to host a Food photography and food styling workshop at Atlantis The Palm.  It’s nearly full so please get in touch if you’d like to attend.  It’s a marvellous opportunity to develop your skills in a fabulous location.

So are you a tea or coffee person?

Sexy bagels

February 28, 2012

Bagels with scrambled eggWriting about the things you cook often leads to a mini-voyage of discovery.  This time it was it was to enter the world of the bagel and, if like me, you just thought it was a bun with a hole in it, I may have some surprises in store.  Peter Reinhart‘s book says that it originated in Poland and was made in the shape of a stirrup to commemorate the victory of Poland’s King Jan III Sobieski over the Ottoman Turks in the Battle of Vienna in 1683, but apparently this isn’t true; it was first made long before this and was given to women in childbirth and may have been a sexual symbol. Oo-er.  One thing is for sure, they are a  jolly handy shape for threading on a rope or a piece of wood so you can hawk them round the streets.  Wikipedia is ridicuously thorough on the topic if you want to know more.  However, if you have bought bagels from the supermarket and are (again like me) wondering frankly what the fuss is all about, you might like to read Oliver Thring’s excellent account about the deterioration of the proper thing.

Bagels

Fresh From the Oven, the monthly baking challenge I’ve been part of for a couple of years, has changed the way it works.  Instead of logging onto a secret site for the recipe, keeping mum about it all month and then announcing in a big reveal, now it’s all out in the open and you can write about the theme any time during the subsequent month.  So I followed the recipe for bagels provided by Purely Food  (althought I dissolved my dried yeast in the liquid before use) and also added these steps recommended by Claire at Things We Make (whose bagels are a thing of extraordinary beauty), i.e.

  • I added 3 tablespoons of sugar and 1 tablespoon of bicarb of soda to the poaching water
  • I baked half of them on baking parchment sprinkled with polenta, which worked a treat
  • I let them prove longer in their shaped state as this helps fill out the shape
  • Made the holes 3 times bigger than they should be as they close up…lots
Making bagels

The neat bagel (unswirled) is at the front

There are two methods to make the hole in the middle, either by rolling the dough into a sausage shape and sealing the ends togther or by rolling into a ball, piercing and swinging it around on your fingers.  I tried both methods – the former is much neater than the latter but far less fun.  I sprinkled a few with sesame seeds and a few with sea salt – and made 8 (because I wasn’t up to dividing the dough evenly into an odd number).

Ever since an unmitigated disaster of a loaf sticking fast to a baking tray, I generally always use baking parchment.  A good sprinkle of polenta over one tray was fine (a la Claire) but the bagels took a bit of shifting from the greased version.  When I turned the little devils over they went face down onto paper.

Making the hole in bagels

Making the hole in a bagel with the 'swirling' method

Hungry teens waited impatiently for these golden rings to emerge from the oven and I watched them disappear rapidly, warm from the oven with butter.  I had mine for breakfast with scrambled eggs.

Bagels with scrambled egg

Anyone know why mine aren’t very rounded on top? What could have caused the flat-top? Never mind, they tasted fine.

I’ll be making them again.

The new regime over at Fresh From the Oven is explained here and the bagel round up will appear on Purely Food at the end of February (along with the challenge for March).  P.S. I hate to think what the title of the this post will do to my spam intake!

What’s your favourite thing to eat with bagels?

The heart of the image

February 17, 2012
Food photography by Meeta K Wolff

Some images taken and styled by Meeta K Wolff

Next year is the centenary of Robert Scott’s ill-fated journey through Antarctica, where on reaching the South Pole he discovered that he had been beaten to his prize by the Norwegian team led by Roald Admunsen and he and his five companions perished on the return journey. The Heart of the Great Alone is an exhibition of polar photography at The Queen’s Gallery, Buckingham Palace taken, in the main, by Henry Ponting.  They document the team’s journey through this spectacular landscape but the images of the men themselves are strangely cold in a way that has nothing to do with the sub-zero temperatures.  Ponting annoyed the team immensely as he made them hold a pose rigidly for minutes at a time.  They invented a verb for it – ‘to Pont’.  In contrast, the few photographs taken by Henry Bowers capture the utter dejection of the men as they encounter the Norwegian tent at the pole and then gather as a thwarted team.

This is a dramatic example of how, despite similar equipment and technology, photographs record the subject for a fragment of time but also the personality and character of the person taking it adds something, often intangible, to the image.  Developing a unique style of one’s own as a photographer is often elusive  but has as much to being true to your own interpretation as learning the technical craft.

I first ‘met’ Meeta Wolff on Twitter and we soon established that she had a Middle East connection (she grew up in Qatar and has family in Dubai).  As author of the hugely popular blog, What’s For Lunch, Honey?, her friendly tone and enthusiasm for life comes across not just in her words and the alchemy of the ingredients in her recipes but also in the images that bring it all to life.  Meeta has developed a very unique style of her own, impossible to describe, but the appeal for me is that she tells a story within them. Nothing is superfluous to the shot; the balance is just right and there is a warmth to them that draws you in – more than just food gawking!  I’m delighted that our exchange that started so long ago has culminated in Meeta hosting a two-day intensive food photography and styling workshop this April, here in Dubai.

Food photography needs lots of natural light, which we have in so much abundance here in the UAE that buildings are usually designed to lessen its impact. This was a real challenge when looking for a venue, but Nasimi Beach at Atlantis has provided a stunning location.  Light streams into the shore-side restaurant which adjoins a shady terrace overlooking the sea.  Chef Ricky will provide the gourmet side of the equation, including a live cookery demonstration so that everyone can get experience of shooting and styling a range of fabulous food and ingredients in a range of settings.

A loaf with jam and lemon, herb pasta

The bread pic was from my first ever post, the pasta taken recently

When I started My Custard Pie, I was taking photographs on a Sony ‘point and shoot’ but soon found it too limiting so invested in a DSLR (Digital Single Lens Reflex) camera and took a basic photography course.  My personal aim is to be able to communicate as well as I’d like to, in pictures as well a words, here on this forum.  In short, to find my own style.  Learning from Meeta will be an exhilarating next step on the journey.

By the response we’ve received, I know that many people feel the same as I do and places are filling fast for the workshop. There’s information here if you’d like to know more.

So see you at Atlantis? I hope you’ll join me in person or here on My Custard Pie.

Photography Workshop Atlantis The Palm, Dubai

Through the looking glass

February 7, 2012

The interior of the Cavalli Club DubaiMany working Mothers with children would recognise the structure and routine of my day and the calendar of our family life.  Days revolve around school, homework, meals, activities and on weekends we might have supper at a friend’s house or we might stay in.

But sometimes the curtain draws back and there is a glimpse into another world.  It’s every bit as tantalising as entering Narnia through the back of the wardrobe or suddenly falling down a rabbit hole.  An invitation to the Cavalli Club was one of these occasions.

Perma-tanned, silver-haired, raven-clad Roberto Cavalli the fashion designer lends his name to this venue at the Fairmont Dubai. Pictures in the press show him with a fat cigar in hand or a willowy model on his arm, always wearing sunglasses.  He sports that brand of Italian chic which really ought not to work, but even aged grannies in Rome seem to carry off.  I challenge you to find leopard-print and designer sunglasses in old peoples’ homes in Britain. Benidorm more like.  So lashings of high-end, designer bling was what I expected and exactly what I got.

Red carpet cocktails and the glitterati

Entering the lobby escaping from unseasonably cold Dubai temperatures into Antarctic conditions, I ran shivering into the fur-lined lift which had elements of Baz Luhrmann’s Moulin Rouge.  Thank goodness Scott’s expedition wasn’t replicated in the club, just oceans of dripping Swarovski crystals formed into gigantic chandelier, tables with elegant candelabra, twinkling lights, some neon and yes, quite a bit of animal print.

Crystal chandelier

I was there, by invitation, to the first Cavalli Connoisseurs wine dinner with the winemaker – none other than Tomassi Cavalli, next in line in the Cavalli dynasty who has chosen viticulture, over haute couture.

After being primed with a medicinal Red Carpet (a Campari and cranberry cocktail) and some elegant canapé at the bar (surrounded by groups of women in sparkly mini dresses) we moved to the dinner table which was slightly raised giving us a great view through the spangly curtains of crystal of the cavernous interior,  (these cast very odd bruise-like shadows on flesh which is why there are no close-ups of people in these pictures!).

Cavalli Club Dubai interior with opera singer and vodka

The number of staff in attendance was bewildering and I lost track of how many came to our table, especially as they were all wearing red and white striped tops for the Italian-themed evening.  Each course was served by an army bearing white cloche-covered plates, dishes revealed simultaneously in a theatrical flourish.

Some of the menu descriptions were a bit odd,  ‘Crisp potatoes’ looked just like chips to me and ‘earth salad’ finely chopped carrot.  The starter of seared scallops wrapped in smoked duck were soft and plump and the main course Mesquite smoked Black Angus was beautifully cooked.  I think I’ve been watching too much Masterchef The Professionals as I expected some smoke to appear when I lifted the glass lid of the little dish of smoked tomato cream that accompanied it; this would have been completely in keeping with the theatre of the surroundings.  Dessert was a dark chocolate moelleux with heart of caramel (sadly served in a ramekin so it didn’t ooze out onto the plate).

A very accomplished singer, who looked like a china doll, emerged twice during dinner to entertain with arias from Italian opera.  The crystal curtains are very clever as you can see the whole room but they give an illusion of privacy – you see everything through shifting twinkling prisms.

Scallops on risotto and Aberdeen Angus

The wines for the evening were from Tenuta Degli Dei, an exquisitely beautiful Tuscan estate owned by the Cavallis.  Tomassi, having first dedicated his life to breeding horses, turned to wine-making; the vines were planted from scratch in 2000 with traditional Bordeaux black grape varieties.  We tasted Le Redini 2009 first which was made primarily with Merlot; then Tenuta Degli Dei 2007 with the main course followed by a limited edition from the Cavalli Collection which came in a very heavy, encrusted bottle and I believe was Tenuta Degli Dei 2005, both blends of Cabernet Sauvignon, Petit Verdot and Cabernet Franc.  The Merlot was an odd pairing with the scallops, but the other two wines were great with the beef, especially the 2005 which had the most complexity and some very forward tannins meaning this wine will probably improve.  All were well-balanced wines, with layers of flavour and I was glad when Tomassi joined our table for questions.

Chocolate Molleux

As he had been given a blank slate of a vineyard at the start of the millennium, I was very interested to hear about why he decided to take the route of exclusively Bordelais vines and winemaking styles (like Tenuta San Guido Sassicaia and Tenuta Dell’Ornellaia Masseto before him) rather than use Italian grapes of the region but he didn’t really answer my question apart from saying he wanted to be a bit different from his neighbours and  “Most wines you want to drink a glass but this wine you want to finish the bottle.”  Beyond this he seemed happiest to talk about ‘being in the fields’ and ‘with the horses’ and then left the table rather abruptly.  Ah well, perhaps it was rather late in the evening for intense wine conversations. I’d asked Chris, the friendly sommelier from Macedonia earlier in the night, why I would want to drink a Bordeaux-style wine made in Italy and he answered, “With the Italian wine, the wine is singing; it’s softer, more elegant and stylish.” Both answers were quite vague but Chris was by far the most enthusiastic!

Cavalli wines

We were given a bottle of the encrusted Cavalli collection in leopard-print leather box to take home. Sadly it was empty!

Wine-nerdiness wasn’t the order of the evening and the Cavallis clearly know their market.  They offer a little bit of their designer lifestyle in everything they do, from the exclusive wines made to high standards (hand-selected grapes from a boutique vineyard), to premium vodka in sculptured bottles, to the dinner club concept of the venue; and it works – I certainly felt like glitterati (not fooderati) that evening.

The tempo of the evening altered by degrees throughout the night starting with dim lighting and lounge for the cocktails.  At around midnight, the lights got slightly brighter, the music pulsed and the atmosphere changed from that of a dining club to a party vibe.  Eschewing the Nonino Moscato Grappa (this was a Wednesday night after all) I emerged from this parallel universe back out into the real world, blinking a little and marvelling at the line of people who were just at the start of their evening.

crystal chandelier

Can you see our table reflected in the chandelier?

This special Italian set menu is available throughout February and if you book for the 8th, 9th or 10th they’ll be another Italian-themed evening with cooking demos overseen by Chef Rolando Lolli and Italian wine producers, Cevico, to chat to.  The set menu is priced at 250 AED (plus an additional 250 AED if the wines are included – with the exception of the Cavalli Collection limited edition which is available from the wine list at 890 AED per bottle).  There are more ‘Cavalli Connoisseurs’, culinary evenings to come including Spanish and Japenese themes.

Thanks to The Hedonsita and Life in the Food Lane for being great company (click their names to read their reviews of the evening).

Disclosure: I enjoyed this complimentary evening as a guest of the Cavalli Club.

Behind the barP.S. Part of my wine nerdiness was inspired by my Wines and Spirits Education Trust 3 exam which I was revising for then and have now taken. I’ll know whether I’ve passed in about eight weeks but I’ve loved every minute of it.

P.P.S. Places are filling up quickly for the Food Photography and Styling Workshop by Meeta Wolff at Nasimi Beach, Atlantis The Palm, Dubai so please register your interest now if  you’d like to attend.

It’s rye bread – but not as we know it

January 28, 2012

Tangzhong rye breadHow thrilling to be introduced to a bread making technique that I’ve never ever heard of  and with an exotic Japanese name to boot.  And no surprise that it should be ace bread-baking duo Sylvia and Ivan from Mushitza who not only shared the recipe but added their own bread baking experience and ideas for inspirational shapes for the loaf.  They say ‘it’s the fluffiest bread we’ve ever made’.

However, I’m still in January healthy resolutions, hair-shirt mode and a fluffy, white loaf is way down the list of what I want to bake and eat.  Would this method make a rye loaf fluffy (and therefore appealing to fussy, white-bread loving teens)?  Only one way to find out.

Tangzhong rye bread

The extra stage of making the tangzhong is not arduous at all.  It’s a bit cold in Dubai at the moment and the rye gluten is not very strong  so it took quite a long time to rise each time (in fact I shoved it in the fridge overnight for the first one).  The result was a really tasty, great textured loaf.  I bunged a few raisins in one of the swirls which went well with the sweet taste of the rye.  I’m thinking apricots and rosemary in an all rye version next time.  Oh yes, they’ll definitely be a next time.

Great with some strawberry conserve and butter. Excellent with paté and cornichons. Will it stay moist and fresh for a few days as claimed? It passed the teen test so I don’t think it will be around that long to find out.

If you have a stand-mixer with a dough hook, make this today. Trust me.

Tangzhong rye bread

Tangzhong Rye Bread – Original from Christine’s Recipes, adapted by Mushitza, further adapted by me.

Printable version here.

Ingredients for the tangzhong

30 g strong bread flour
150 g (ml) cold water

Ingredients for the dough

200 g strong bread flour
150 g rye flour
5 g dried active yeast
55 g light brown sugar
5 g sea salt
1 egg
125 g (ml) milk
120 g tangzhong
30 g butter, melted and cooled

Tangzhong rye breadFirst prepare the tangzhong. Whisk together the cold water and flour (there should be no lumps) and cook over low heat (stirring all the time) until the temperature reaches 65ºC or until the spoon you’re stirring with leaves a trace. The mixture should have the consistency of something between crème anglaise and pastry cream. Leave to cool down to room temperature.

To prepare the dough, warm the milk to blood temperature (20 seconds on high heat in the microwave works for me) and stir in the yeast until it’s dissolved. Combine the strong bread and rye flours, sugar and salt, then add the milk and yeast mixture, most of the tangzhong (120 g – leave the rest for glazing) and egg. Use your hand or stand mixer equipped with a dough hook to mix all the ingredients into a soft dough then add in the butter. Knead in the mixer for 15 – 20 minutes. The dough is ready when you can stretch it to a very thin membrane before it tears (try this with a small piece). Cover the bowl and leave it to double in size (this took about 2 hours in my cold house).

Knock the dough back on a lightly floured surface, give it a quick knead just to let the gas escape, then shape it as you like ( a loaf or small buns).  The images show how to make it into a three-part loaf. Transfer to buttered loaf tin or a baking tray lined with baking paper if making rolls or a free-form loaf. Cover with plastic wrap and let it double in bulk again (another 2 hours for me).

Preheat the oven to 180ºC. Brush with milk (as I did) or the rest of the tangzhong and bake for around 30 – 35 minutes until nicely golden.

Click on an image to enlarge and scroll through the gallery.

This was a Fresh From the Oven challenge so you can see how everyone else got on with tangzhong if you pop over there.  It’s the very last round-up on the site but we’ll still be baking every month.  I’ll let you know the details next time.

Have I tempted you to try tangzhong?

Goulash soup – warm and comforting

January 27, 2012

Goulash soup and a view of Brat Tor, DartmoorI’m feeling so cold.  I want to be wrapped from head to toe in a soft, cashmere scarf that smells faintly of lavender.  This weekend I walked on Dartmoor with the cold wind in my face, the bracken rusty and broken, tree branches exposed.

Dartmoor  My return to Dubai was greeted by exceptionally cold weather that seems to chill you to the bone as there is nowhere to go to get warm.

Dartmoor and goulash soup

And I need warmth.  A close member of the family shuffled off this mortal coil.  He achieved a lot in his life and I hope he’s now in peace.   My sadness is made deeper by witnessing the intense grief of people around me.

Pew Tor, Dartmoor

It’s a time to look back on golden memories and feel the glow from the closeness of family and friends.

Goulash soup and bread

Goulash soup – adapted from a recipe by Caroline Barty

If you were in a hurry you could pulse all the vegetables in a food processor but chopping by hand gives a more uniform texture (and I find repetitive tasks in the kitchen very soothing) especially using this method to chop the peppers.

Ingredients

3 tablespoons olive oil
2 onions, peeled and chopped finely
2 sticks of celery, chopped finely
2 red peppers, seeds and membranes removed, chopped finely
1 green pepper, seeds and membranes removed, chopped finely
2 cloves of garlic, crushed
400g stewing beef (cut into cubes of about 1cm)
2 tablespoons paprika
1 teaspoon caraway seeds (optional)
1 x 400g tin chopped tomatoes
1.5 litres beef stock
2 tablespoons tomato puree
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
sour cream
flat-leaved parsley, chopped roughly

Goulash soup

Method

In a large saucepan, soften the onion, celery, red and green peppers and garlic in the oil over a medium heat for about 15 minutes (do not brown).

Add the beef, paprika and caraway seeds (if using) and stir for about 2 minutes to warm the spices.  Next, add the tomatoes puree and cook for a further 2 minutes (just to cook away the slightly tinny taste it can give).  Add the tomatoes, stock, salt and pepper and bring to the boil.  Once bubbling, lower the heat, cover the pan and simmer very gently for 1 1/2 hours (until the beef is tender).

Use a stick blender to puree the soup, but don’t make it too smooth as you want to retain some texture. Alternatively, leave to cool a little and pulse in a liquidiser.  Warm gently if required to heat through.  Serve garnished with sour cream, parsley and accompanied with lots of crusty bread.

View of Brentor church

Cooking salmon in the sink…in my kitchen

January 15, 2012

Salmon cooked in the kitchen sinkIn my kitchen this month is….drum-roll…a new sink! Gleaming and shiny; I can’t help a little smile of glee whenever I see it.  Over the top reaction you might think, but as a tenant (as expats we rent our house) I have little say about the fixtures and fittings. The final straw came when our old, white, chipped sink sprang a leak; it’s incredible what a difference this sleek, stainless replacement makes to the appearance of the whole kitchen.

Kitchen sink

For such a pivotal piece of equipment in the kitchen the importance of the sink doesn’t get mentioned very often. I’ve been reading about decluttering recently (a bit of a New Year, turn-over-a-new-leaf activity probably shared with many) and found a popular website aiming to get people to sort out their messy lives by starting with a clean sink.  It’s a fact that everyone always ends up in the kitchen at parties but if there’s a couple or more of you working together, the sink becomes the hub and people find their own role in the washing up hierarchy.

Speaking of washing up, David Lebovitz recently published a very entertaining article about it and Nigel Slater dedicated a whole chapter to this essential activity in his book Appetite extolling the virtues of this comforting ritual (not sure I’d agree).

My new sink

So how about cooking in a sink?  Due to concerns about the chemical content (even in organic farmed fish) I have eaten much less salmon in the last few years.  But I found this video the other day ab0ut ‘sous-vide’ at home and just had to try it.  ‘Sous-vide’ (meaning under vacuum) uses sealed bags in a water bath – in this case it means in a plastic bag in the sink. The video is very precise but I was being distracted by my husband and daughter and cooking something else at the same time, so I just put the salmon in a bag, poured in some olive oil and put it in a sink full of hot water from the tap.  About 15 minutes later I had a look.  It was like magic.  The salmon was cooked perfectly. It was different in texture to traditional poached salmon, a bit less flaky and a little bit firmer.  I would reduce the amount of oil next time as farmed salmon is an oily fish anyway (do you need oil at all?).   Maybe I’d add some herbs, like dill,  in the bag too.

Salmon cooked in the sink, before and after

Before and after

Five things to do with salmon cooked in the sink:

  1. Serve it cold with mayonnaise, iceberg lettuce, a generous squeeze of fresh lemon juice and freshly ground black pepper
  2. As an open sandwich on rye bread with sour cream and dill (or on blinis).
  3. Flake and combine with mashed potatoes, shape into rounds, dip in beaten egg and breadcrumbs and shallow fry as fish cakes.
  4. Pan fry for a few moments with finely chopped hazelnuts, sesame seeds, ginger and butter to warm through and add flavour.
  5. Add to spiced rice and semi-soft hard boiled eggs for an excellent kedgeree.Poached salmon

Instructions (this can hardly be called a recipe!):

  • Put your boneless salmon steak in a ziplock plastic bag with a drizzle of oil (if serving warm you can use a little melted butter).
  • Smooth upwards to remove as much air as possible and seal the bag
  • Place into a sink filled with freshly drawn water from the hot tap only.
  • Check after 10- 15 minutes (depending on the size of your salmon).  If it is opaque all the way through it is cooked (or use a probe if you have one). Remove the skin (it will peel away easily) and serve hot or cold.

You can’t cook a whole salmon in a plastic bag, but it’s easy to poach if you have a fish kettle or large roasting tin just a little bit bigger than the fish.  Cover the fish with cold water, add salt, bring to the boil, turn off the heat and leave, covered (with a lid or foil), until it has cooked.  Whatever its size, the fish will be perfectly cooked (unless the pan is much too big for the fish, or too small so the fish is fitted in too tightly meaning there isn’t enough water).

I’ve heard you can cook a whole salmon in a sink and in a dishwasher too.

Poached salmonWhat’s in your kitchen in January? Pop over to Fig Jam and Lime Cordial to peep into Celia’s lovely kitchen and others around the world.

Have you ever cooked in the sink? Or ‘sous-vide’? Do you love or loathe washing up? And do you always end up in the kitchen at parties?

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