the weind

...a web journal from the north

new year’s day

January 1, 2016 by Ana Leave a Comment

So we ended up having an unexpected guest last night; Phil texted his dad at midnight, to say happy new year, and invited him to drop in when he got back from his evening with Phil’s cousin’s family. He came in and had a drink and a chat with us, ’round the dining room table, then eventually pushed off and I went to bed. Phil obviously stayed up for a couple more hours, so come morning, I was up early, and he still slumbers on.

To keep myself occupied, and because we have his dad coming back tonight for our usual Friday dinner, I started mooching through the leftovers, looking for ways to give them new life. I had a bunch of filo scraps, many lemons, so many eggs, and as it happens, horrifying amounts of caster sugar, and a big pot of Fage Greek yogurt in the fridge, along with a vague memory from my baklava research, of something called patsavoura glyko, a sweet yogurt pie made with jumbled-up filo scraps. No delicate handling needed, just bunch ’em up in the bottom of a lightly greased pan, mix up the yogurt with oil, sugar, eggs, a bit of baking powder, and some vanilla extract (although I added some lemon zest, ‘cuz I think lemon zest improves practically any creamy sweet thing), which you then pour over the filo, and bake at about 200° C for 30-ish minutes or so. Then you let it cool, and pour over a hot lemon syrup, and voilà, you got your patsavoura glyko. Because I cannot leave well enough alone, or, seemingly, follow a recipe precisely, I cut the recipe roughly in half, as I’m only feeding three people, and there was the lemon zest, and there might possibly be some rosewater in the syrup, because I love rosewater.

It’s cooling now, and I am soon to take a break from writing to make the syrup. At the moment, however, I have some oxtails roasting in the oven, as a preliminary to making a good, hearty, beef stock. When I first moved over here, the BSE-era rules about beef on the bone were still strictly enforced, and this made it hard to make a really good stock. Happily, the ban ended some time back, but finding good soup bones can still be a challenge, and I was resigned to commercial beef stock (the liquid Touch of Taste concentrate is actually pretty good) until one day, in Sainsbury’s, I spotted some oxtails. Hello! I thought. Beef bones, and in a nice, compact form. I had absolutely no experience with oxtail, but figured they’d work, and so they did. You want an intensely flavoursome jellied beef stock, which freezes beautifully? Oxtail. Very strong, so it has to be cut with water, but it’s nice to have so much flavour for such a small commitment of freezer space, always at a premium around here.

So, to get rid of my stock of wilting herbs, some sad-looking celery, and a few flabby carrots (all still perfectly fine and safely edible, just nothing you’d want to bite into raw), I grabbed a package of oxtails when I saw them in the shop. I’ll pull them out of the oven, chuck them in one of my slow cookers (I, uh, have three of them, and I’d probably buy a mini if I could find one) with the veg and herbs, cover it all with water, and then ignore it for 12 hours or so, which is when the unpleasant part comes, and I have to strain it. Gack. Worth it, but I do dread that part.

There appears to be some kind of paleo/autoimmune cult around bone stock these days, and, well, I doubt it’s quite the miracle devotées of said cult believe, but it’s good stuff, and if people who invest it with magical properties create enough of a demand for it that I can find oxtails easily, without having to go to the inconveniently-located butcher, great! Unfortunately, this also drives prices up — see what happened to lamb shanks for an example — but every time I see a £3 whole chicken in the shops, I feel kind of sad and horrible, as I wonder what kind of conditions those chickens, and the people who raise and process them, must live and work in. Organic/free-range seem more realistically priced, but harder to find. Still, if your food budget is severely limited, there’s a couple of meals to be got from a chicken…and then I remind myself that I am being one of those middle-class people, the kind who is one patronising step away from telling economically disadvantaged people all of the time-consuming and skill-heavy ways they could be feeding themselves cheaper and more healthily, and I want to smack myself.

Right. So that bit up there was such a downer that I wandered off to make my rosewater/lemon syrup, which I duly soaked my cake with, and the cake tastes great, although it’s far from photogenic. You know what is photogenic? This:

I found Yorkshire pudding more intimidating than baklava. I don't cook much plain English, and it would be just like me to fall on my ass with something so simple. Fortunately, it was great!
I found Yorkshire pudding more intimidating than baklava. I don’t cook much plain English, and it would be just like me to fall on my ass with something so simple. Fortunately, it was great!

I made toad-in-the-hole for tea, as I think my father-in-law had kind of hit the wall with all the spicy stuff I’ve been cooking of late, and on a wretchedly cold and rainy night, stodge with onion gravy goes down a treat. I used some of my leftover onion confit as a base for the gravy, and got another couple of hundred grams of flour and 4 eggs out of my overstock — I made far too much batter, but it’ll keep well enough, so I’ll make something else of it tomorrow. Possibly some sort of clafoutis, depending on what kind of fruit I can scrounge up. I swear I am totally going off desserts as a regular thing, once Phil goes back to work, because god knows the extra kilo of holiday lard needs to be driven off as soon as possible, but in the meantime, the ugly Greek yogurt and filo cake tasted much better than it looked.

Filed Under: Baking, Entertaining, Food, Holidays, Uncategorized Tagged With: baking, cooking, dinner, food, greek food, toad-in-the-hole, traditional english food, yorkshire pudding

that’s the way i like it baby, i don’t wanna live forever

December 29, 2015 by Ana Leave a Comment

RIP Lemmy. Phil is actually pretty broken up about this, as he has a fine Lemmy story or two under his belt. I was dreading him waking up this morning, because I didn’t want to greet him with that sad news. He’s currently on a memorial YouTube Motörhead binge, which differs only slightly from his not-infrequent past Motörhead binges only in that Lemmy no longer walks among us.

I was never a huge Motörhead fan, but I liked their umlaut, and I liked them well enough, and I liked the fact that Lemmy and his mighty warts existed, and I am sad that is no longer the case. So I will note his passing into Valhalla, and wish his shade well.

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148 meatballs, 42 sausage rolls, six batches of cookie dough…

December 20, 2015 by Ana Leave a Comment

…in my freezer. I am so deeply into the weeds with this Boxing Day tapas spread nonsense that I have two unfinished posts sitting in the draft bin, mostly because as I was writing them, I would suddenly think of something that needed doing, and I’d get up and get stuck in, and then three days would pass, my computer would decide to up and shut down and restart (thanks, Apple!), thus automatically shuffling them into the draft tank (thanks, WordPress!) and then I forgot what I had in mind to write about in the first place.

But it was probably a run-on sentence. I’ll check when I get time (ha!) and see if I can finish them. (Done. See below.)

And then I got up to put my tester tortilla patatas together and in the oven, so I nearly abandoned another post. Yes, I always fry my tortillas, as god and the Spanish intended, except when I’m trying to feed something on the order of seventeen people, in which case, I start Googling stuff like “baked spanish tortilla” and “tortilla traybake.” The Beeb’s Good Food site had me covered, and there are other sources who seem to think this is a workable idea, so I’m trying it. It seems likely to be easier and more likely to be successful than my other plan, which was freezing them. Some sources say OK, some say not OK, and my own personal experience has suggested “mostly OK” is the answer, but definitely not ideal, as they come out a little watery. If I’m just feeding it to myself and Phil, that would be fine, but guests? (Some of whom are, to put it mildly, somewhat judgmental.) Nope. We’ll try the traybake tortilla idea first, thanks. I’m also having a go at making it with fancy Spanish potato chips, because if I can spare myself using the mandoline and then frying several pounds of thinly sliced potatoes, I will gladly take that shortcut. My last mandoline adventure ended in blood and tears when I shaved off a thumbprint, and this is something I do not want to repeat. So it will be me, a pile of spuds, a peeler and the Mighty Magimix if this doesn’t work.

Also, because I am insane, and have this deep abiding fear of there not being enough food for everybody to eat a huge portion of every single thing available, and for there to be a wide variety of things of which to eat a huge portion, I have decided we really need to have spanakopita as well. So I’ve got a bunch of steamed and brutally wrung-out spinach and some onions cooling, waiting to be blended with herbs and some godawful expensive barrel-aged feta and a bit of ricotta. I’m trying not to think of the phyllo part. If I had any brains, or more freezer space, I might just try to make it as one big pie, but no, that’s not going to be possible. Hey, at least the triangles freeze well, right? This has become my new standard: does it freeze well? Then we’ll consider it. Except ice cream of course, because I’ve got six enormous batches of cookie dough to bake, a tray of baklava to assemble, cupcakes, and a trifle to make. I think we’ve got sweets covered. (Oh, but I’m making custard anyway, the evil little perfectionist demon whispers in my ear. FUCK OFF, DEMON.)

But I am quite possibly going to make those padrón peppers stuffed with goat’s cheese and drizzled with honey. I impulse bought those peppers in a OMG NOT ENOUGH FOOD panic yesterday afternoon, and I frankly don’t know what else to do with them. Daft, yes, wasteful, no.

…and the spicy tomato jam is done and jarred. And very good, if you like that sort of thing, which I do.

…and the tester tortilla is done as well, and it is MAGNIFICENT. So that’ll work and has the potential to make Boxing Day morning less fraught.

And now I’m going to sit down with a cup of coffee while my phyllo comes up to room temperature, and spend some time fretting over my list.

Filed Under: Baking, Entertaining, Food, Holidays, Uncategorized Tagged With: baking, boxing day, christmas, greek food, mediterranean food, party, tapas

city sidewalks, busy sidewalks

December 20, 2015 by Ana Leave a Comment

Or, as they like to call ’em over here, pavements. Phil and I had an impromptu, very long, ramble about in Liverpool last night, and burgers (well, in my case, falafel), and it was just so nice. I forget how much I enjoy simply walking around aimlessly in a city with my sweetheart, maybe having a meal, and dropping into a pub or two along the way. We spend a lot of time on our holidays doing this, and while I am at least hypothetically very fond of nature and the bucolic charms of the countryside, what I really love best is hours-long walking in the city. I’m good at the solitary urban ramble, but accompanied by my other half? Perfect evening, right there.

Me, wandering about.
Me, wandering about. I always forget how damn tall I am until I see a full-length photo of myself.

Liverpool is all lit up (heh, judging by the crowds last night, in more ways than one) and full of municipal holiday cheer, not to mention a Christmas market with all-too-easy access to glorious things to eat, like baklava and warm coconut macaroons, both of which I indulged in modestly last night. Given that it’s almost impossible to find the sweetened shredded coconut I think proper macaroons really require, I will be baking no macaroons this holiday season. I might, however, have a go at the baklava. Phyllo makes me nervous, not to mention the whole boiling syrup thing, but I want to try.

Church Street, Liverpool. Lit up.
Church Street, Liverpool. Lit up.

And so, try I will, but I am so very glad Phil and I got a chance to just get the hell out and enjoy the lights and each other’s company, without any stress, without anybody else but the anonymous crowds around us, and with a break from the oncoming madness.

Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King, Liverpool
Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King, Liverpool. Also all lit up.

Not mad enough to reactivate my apparent involuntary life-time enrolment in the RCC, even though I do love this cathedral, and was very pleased to meander past it, on the most pleasant evening we’ve had locally lately.

(Written and unintentionally abandoned on 13 December.)

 

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