Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Man cannot live on tea and cake alone

I tried my best, but it turns out lemon cake and a pot of Earl Grey for lunch just won't cut it. (Even when it's the most deliciously moist lemon cake I have ever tasted from the V&A's beautiful café.) Savoury snacks have always been a problem for me; the only things I can think of are inevitably pastry based (which, of course, there's nothing essentially wrong with, but if I gave in to all my pork pie-based whims, I would probably have had a heart attack by now.) If I had a fridge full of useful ingredients, I could make sandwiches (like in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. There are better reasons to read Steig Larsson's excellent books, but the descriptions of delicious-sounding sandwiches of smoked fish and pickles are certainly up there for me.) Unfortunately, I'm not yet grown up enough to have a well-stocked fridge; there are three types of mustard and sometimes the odd bit of cheese, but that's about it. And when it comes to a mid-afternoon, post-tea-and-cake snack, pork pie is always going to trump cheese and mustard sandwiches.

For dinner: Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's Thai-Style Chicken Soup with Lime. It's the sort of warming bowl of goodness that feels healthy enough to make up for any number of pie-and-cake-based lunches, while at the same time making you forget that it's February and it's been dark since 4pm.

Friday, February 5, 2010

An Alternative Carrot Cake

Today I decided to make a carrot cake. Which was a fine idea until I took the strange decision to whisk the eggs whites manually. Considering that I do own an electric whisk, and considering that I am so lacking in upper body strength that even washing my hair is enough to make my arms ache, it was a strange decision indeed. The cake worked none the less. While it is my general notion to go with Nigel Slater in most culinary matters - his carrot cake being no exception - I figure it is pointless owning so many cookbooks by people other than Nigel Slater if I'm never going to use them, so I tried out the Ottolenghi Cookbook version. After all, if anyone knows cakes, Ottolenghi does. It came out quite delicious. While I have a vague notion that Nigel's is nicer, it's impossible to know whether this opinion is based on reality or just partiality. One day I will cook both and perform a proper taste test, but this is not that day. Either way, the Ottolenghi book is certainly worth forking out a few (25) quid for.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

The wrong side of a fry up and just the right side of too much chocolate

When my mum does a fry up, it somehow seems almost healthy. I suppose this is because it’s not really a “fry” up – most of the elements are either grilled or baked and the difference in levels of grease-induced self-loathing is quite remarkable. For some reason, though, I haven't learned from her example. This morning I fried bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes and egg all together in the same butter-smothered pan. Almost before I took the first bite I was regretting it. Maybe one day I’ll learn.

A walk in the fresh air to chase the bacon smell from my hair ended more successfully. I’m not a particularly chocolate-y person, in fact I can’t really bring myself to eat chocolate unless there’s a cup of tea nearby to wash it down with, but I can be persuaded to drink a good cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. Stumbling across Melt, a quite amazing chocolate shop on the Ledbury Road in Notting Hill, a good cup of hot chocolate is exactly what I found. I’m pretty certain it must be the most chocolatey hot chocolate in the world – an espresso-sized portion that seems to almost entirely consist of molten chocolate, with a subtle hint of mint (subtle being the important thing – if I hadn’t been told it was there I might never have known, so I’m not talking about some mint-choc-chip type horribleness) that managed to keep it just on the right side of too much chocolate.

However delicious Melt’s hot chocolate is, this doesn’t seem like an auspicious beginning. Hopefully future posts won’t paint quite such an unhealthy picture of my food habits, but to be honest, I can’t guarantee it.