Rhubarb Bakewell Tart with Brown Bread Ice Cream

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Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.  So pink and glorious.  A vivid beacon that signals the true arrival of spring, injecting a sharp jolt of colour into this until-now very grey of years.  I love the stuff and have to reign myself in from using it in everything I cook at the moment.

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I made this tart mostly because I wanted to make a bakewell tart.  And then the rhubarb sneakily weaselled its way in there as a replacement for the more traditional raspberry jam.  I was aiming for a gorgeous bright pink jam but I instead ended up with a murky green sludge.  It looked like the slime they used to douse poor unsuspecting guests in on Fun House; gloopy, viscous and not particularly appealing.  Do not judge a book by its cover, or a jam by its goo-like resemblance.  It may not have looked like a rhubarb jam, but it very much tasted like one.   Especially when gobbling hot guilty spoonfuls of it from the sticky pan.

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I also wanted to make a brown bread ice cream to use my dusty ice cream machine which has been hibernating at the back of the cupboard.  About six years ago, I BEGGED for an ice cream machine for my birthday.  I pleaded with persuasive promises of frequently churned ices and sorbets.  I assured that it would be my MOST used piece of kitchen equipment, that it would absolutely be worth it, and it definitely would not, under any circumstances, clutter up the kitchen.  Six years later, and only one measly batch of Rolo ice cream under my belt, it was time for the whirring and churning to make a reappearance.  And it was totally and utterly worth it.  Studded with buttery, caramelized nuggets of toasty brown bread, the ice cream was rich and ever-so-slightly tangy from the sour cream.  The smooth vanilla base was a soft cushion to the biscuity crunch of the crumb, and I could have easily polished off the whole lot.  I’m not going to pretend that these two puds go together particularly well on the plate – the rhubarb bakewell tart only needed a dollop of cold crème fraîche as an accompaniment, and the ice cream…well, I just wanted to make it.

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Rhubarb Bakewell Tart with Brown Bread Ice Cream

Adapted from Felicity Cloake’s Perfect Bakewell Tart

Makes a 23cm bakewell tart

For the pastry

  • 140g plain flour, plus extra to sprinkle
  • 85g cold butter, plus extra to grease
  • Pinch of salt
  • Ice cold water

For the rhubarb jam (not the recipe I used (gunge recipe), which is a good thing…)

  • 250g rhubarb
  • 250g jam sugar
  • A good squeeze of lemon juice

For the frangipane

  • 110g butter
  • 110g caster sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 110g ground almonds
  • 25g plain flour
  • ½ tsp baking powder
  • Zest of ½ lemon

25g flaked almonds, to top

To make the pastry for the tart, mix the flour and salt in a bowl, and then grate in the cold butter.  Rub this into the flour, then stir in just as much cold water as you need to bring it together into a dough; it should not be sticky. Alternatively use a food processor (which I did).  Wrap in clingfilm and chill for at least an hour.  Preheat the oven to 190°C (170°C fan)/gas mark 5.

Grease a 23cm tart tin and roll out the pastry on a lightly floured surface until large enough to line the tin.  Do so, then line with baking paper and weigh down with baking beans or dried pulses.  Bake for about 15 minutes until golden.

Meanwhile, make the rhubarb jam by putting the rhubarb into a large saucepan with the sugar.  Heat gently, stirring, until all the sugar has dissolved, then squeeze in the lemon juice and increase the heat.  Boil for about 10 mins, skimming off the scum as you go (the fruit should be soft).  Once the jam is ready, let it cool slightly to one side.

To make the frangipane, cream together the butter and sugar until fluffy, then beat in the eggs.  Fold in the dry ingredients and lemon zest and a pinch of salt.

Remove the paper and beans and return the pastry to the oven for a couple of minutes until golden.  Spread the rhubarb jam over the base, and top with the frangipane.  Level out and bake for 25 minutes until golden and well risen.  Add the almonds on top in the last 5 minutes of cooking.

Brown Bread Ice Cream

About 1.25l (1¼ quarts)

By David Lebovitz

For the caramelized brown bread crumbs:

  • 2-3 slices of brown bread (250g)
  • 45g (3 tbsp) butter, salted or unsalted
  •  100g (½ cup) caster sugar
  • ¾ teaspoon ground ginger
  • ¼ teaspoon salt

For the ice cream custard:

  • 250ml (1 cup) whole milk
  • 375ml (1½ cups) double (heavy) cream
  • 65g (1/3 cup) caster sugar plus 65g (1/3 cup) brown sugar (dark or light)
  • A pinch of salt
  • 225g (8 ounces) sour cream
  • 5 large egg yolks
  • ½ tsp vanilla extract

To make the brown bread crumbs, preheat the oven to 180ºC (350ºF ).

Crumble the bread into small, bite-sized bits.  The largest should be no bigger than a kernel of corn.  Heat the butter in a frying pan until it melts, then continue to cook until it starts to brown.  Remove from the heat and stir in the bread bits, 100g (½ cup) sugar, cinnamon, and salt.

Spread on the baking sheet and cook for 20 to 30 minutes, stirring a few times during baking, until the bread bits are well-toasted; a deep, dark brown.  Cool completely.

To make the ice cream, heat the milk, 125ml (½ cup) of double cream, sugar and salt in a saucepan.  Pour the remaining 250ml (1 cup) into a medium-sized bowl and the sour cream.  Set a mesh strainer over the top and set the bowl in an ice bath.

In a separate bowl, stir together the egg yolks.  Gradually pour some of the warm milk mixture into the yolks, whisking constantly as you pour.  Scrape the warmed yolks and milk back into the saucepan.  Cook over low heat, stirring constantly and scraping the bottom with a heat-resistant spatula, until the custard thickens enough to coat the spatula.  Strain the custard into the heavy cream and sour cream and stir until smooth.  Stir in the vanilla.

Refrigerate until thoroughly chilled, preferably overnight, then freeze in your ice cream maker according to the manufacturer’s instructions.  Once churned, quickly fold in about two-thirds of the brown bread crumbs, or as much as to your liking, then store the ice cream in the freezer until firm and ready to serve.

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Raspberry and Coconut Whoopie Pies

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These aren’t the most delicate of cakes.  Boulder-like in appearance, they are intimidatingly inconvenient to eat without getting jam in your ear and crumbs down your top.  I mean, sticky fruity goo lodging uncomfortably in your oral crevices is a complete nightmare.

Lumpy and slightly misshapen, these whoopie pies are a deceptive ugly duckling, transforming into a soft spongy swan the moment you first bite into them.  If you can manage to get your mouth around them that is.  Unintentionally enormous, they demand a tactical approach to avoid whoopie-on-face syndrome.  Slightly overestimating the size of an unshelled walnut (which I think is an ambiguous size reference anyway…) they grew from dainty little morsels to saucer-sized rocks faster than you could say whoopie.

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Shouting out “Whoopie!” at the excitement of seeing these marshmallow-filled confections is indeed where the name for these un-pie-like pies originated.  According to food historians, whoopie pies are believed to have been baked by Amish women for the farmers’ lunchboxes, where upon opening and discovering the sweet surprise, they would down spades and pitchforks, leap onto a nearby hay bale, and exclaim a “Whoopie!” of joy at the sight.  Sort of like a scene from Oklahoma.  Without the singing.  Ok, ok, I made up the hay bale bit.  And the spades and pitchforks.  But they were exuberant and grateful and that’s what matters.  I’ll be damned if you don’t shout out “Whoopie!” after a bite of one of these goodies.

Raspberry and Coconut Whoopie Pies

From Short and Sweet by Dan Lepard

Makes 5 (says the recipe, but we definitely made more, and they were BIG! I feel like maybe I got the numbers for this wrong somewhere along the way…)

Ingredients

For the cakes

  • 100g unsalted butter
  • 1 large egg
  • 150g caster sugar
  • 125g soured cream
  • 50ml milk
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 275g plain flour
  • ¾ tsp bicarbonate of soda
  • 100g desiccated coconut

For the marshmallow filling

  • 100g white marshmallows
  • 25ml milk
  • 125g very soft unsalted butter
  • 2 tbsp raspberry jam

Line a baking tray with non-stick paper and heat the oven to 180°C.

Melt the butter in a saucepan and then set aside.  In a mixing bowl, beat the egg until light and fluffy using an electric whisk, then gradually beat in the sugar, a third at a time, until thick and glossy.  Beat in the melted butter, sour cream, half the milk and vanilla.  Sift the flour and bicarb into the mixture and beat until smooth.  Add in the desiccated coconut and the other half of the milk and mix until smooth.

Pipe or spoon balls of the mixture, the size of an unshelled walnut (…), onto the baking tray, spaced 3-4 cm apart.  Sprinkle over a little extra coconut and then bake for about 13-14 minutes until almost evenly golden on top.  Allow to cool slightly then transfer to a wire rack to cool and bake the remaining mixture.

Heat the marshmallow and milk in a saucepan over a low heat.  When half melted, take off the heat, beat with a hand whisk until smooth then leave to cool.  Beat the butter until creamy then gradually beat this into the marshmallow mixture until whipped and smooth.  Mix in the raspberry jam.  Sandwich two ‘cakes’ together with the marshmallow filling, then dust the cakes with icing sugar.

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Custard Creams

Custard creams are one of those biscuits that are so often overlooked,  elbowed out in a cloud of crumbs by the other more extrovert biscuits that litter the everyday treat plate.  You’ve got to feel for them.  How can the mild, nursery sweet, creamy sandwich compete against the likes of the dark edgy bourbon?? Or, the popular, leader-of-the pack chocolate digestive?  The stickily seductive jammy dodger?  The stylish and elegant Viennese finger?

These other teatime treats may be more fashionable and embellished, but sometimes, simplicity is the comfort that you’re looking for with a soothing cup of tea.  Especially when they are homemade and so vastly improved.  Real butter makes all the difference.   A life without butter is undoubtedly puritanical, but like a broken pencil, it’s also decidedly pointless.

These crumbly golden discs were sandwiched together with a sweet, mellow buttercream, buttercup yellow, and all too easy to swipe straight from the bowl.  You would never say they tasted of custard; what the custard powder adds is a background hum, a sweetness that doesn’t come from sugar, a flavour that you can’t quite put your finger on.  Those little dots circling each disc?  Yes, I did them..by hand..with a skewer.  What I haven’t shown are the ones I got bored of and decided to aggressively poke at random, creating a unique pointillist pattern.  Extremely artistic.  You may also notice that there isn’t any tea in the patterned blue mug.  That’s because I didn’t put any in.

Tea with no tea

Tea with no tea

Custard Creams

By Nigella Lawson

Makes 14

Ingredients

For the biscuits

  • 175g plain flour
  • 3 tbsp custard powder
  • 1tsp baking powder
  • 100g butter
  • 3 tbsp caster sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tbsp milk

For the custard buttercream

  • 1 tbsp custard powder
  • 100g icing sugar
  • 50g soft unsalted butter
  • 1 tsp boiling water

Preheat oven to 180°c.

To make the biscuits, put the flour, custard powder and baking powder into a processor and pulse to mix.  Add the butter, cut into smallish cubes and pulse to cut into the flour to create a crumbly mixture.  Tip in the sugar and pulse again.  Beat the egg and milk together.  Pour down the funnel of the processor with the engine running until it clumps into a ball.  Form the dough into a ball and press down into a fat disc, wrap in cling film and rest in the fridge for 20 minutes.

Roll out the dough onto a lightly floured surface to a thickness of 4mm.  Dip a 5cm cutter (whatever shape you like) in flour and cut out your shapes.  You need an even number of shapes to sandwich together.  Prick the outside edge of each shape all the way around on one side with a skewer.  Cook on a lined baking sheet for 15 minutes, and then leave to cool before sandwiching them together.

To make the custard cream, put the custard powder and icing sugar into the processor and pulse briefly to combine and de-lump.  Add the butter and blitz together until you get a smooth cream.  Add the tsp of boiling water and pulse again.  Sandwich each biscuit with about 1tsp of custard cream by gently spreading a layer of cream over the unpricked side of a biscuit and then squishing a matching biscuit on top of it.

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Maple-Pecan Date Spice Cake

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I’ve got a confession to make.  Every year I give up sugar for Lent.  Don’t ask me why.  I’m not religious.  I’m not on a diet.  I’m on speaking terms with my dentist.  I think it might be as a challenge – I’m too much of a sugar-guzzling addict – tunnelling my way through mountains of the sweet grains, and falling into sugar coma after sugar coma until I start to resemble a glucose-saturated sloth. A six week hiatus from all things sticky and syrupy can only be a good thing.

The problem with giving up sugar is…sob…no cake.  ”NO CAKE!” I hear you cry in a tone of fretful desperation. “But what do you EAT??”  The lack of cake from my diet is indeed significant – no sneaky office cupcake, no teatime slab of lemon drizzle, no fluffy frosted red velvet giant to celebrate it being a Wednesday.  No nutty, caramel-hued banana bread (for breakfast).  And BIRTHDAYS.  I mean, what do you do on a birthday other than eat cake?  I’ve started eating vast quantities of cheese in the hope that it will replace the longing for a spongey treat.  It hasn’t worked.

Luckily, there is always a loophole.  And where cake is concerned, I have unrestrained determination to find that loophole.  After scouring the internet enthusiastically for a cake that I could eat, I noticed a trend amongst sugarless cakes for using naturally-sweet dates as a replacement for the sugar.  It had to be tried – not only would the cake be sweet, but wait for it, it would be healthy.  A cake with one of your five-a-day.  Hurrah!

This cake is loosely based on one from the petite kitchen blog.  I’m not going to say that it’s the best cake I’ve ever eaten, but the simple joy of cake after a few weeks of self-restriction was enough to give it serious brownie points.  The dark sponge was bouncy, light, and redolent of a homely gingerbread.  The dates added sweetness, but no overwhelming date flavour, the ground almonds lingered fragrantly adding depth and structure, but the real punch came from the cinnamon and ginger – warming and autumnal (even if it is nearly spring).  The pecan nut topping became slightly caramelised in the oven under its maple syrup coating, and added great crunch to the cake in contrast to the soft sponge.  Served with crème fraîche (almost like icing…) and an extra drizzle of maple syrup, it was a highly successful, saintly pudding.

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Maple-Pecan Date Spice Cake (sugar-free, gluten-free and dairy-free!)

Serves 8

Ingredients

  • 170g dates (soaked for a couple of hours, then drained)
  • 200g ground almonds
  • 4  tbsp maple syrup
  • 5 eggs
  • 1 tsp pure vanilla extract
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1 tsp ground ginger
  • 1 tsp cinnamon

For the topping

  • 100g pecan nuts, roughly chopped
  • 2 tbsp maple syrup

Crème fraîche and more maple syrup to serve.

Preheat the oven to 160°C and grease a 20cm square (or round) cake tin with butter.  Line the bottom of the tin with greaseproof paper.
Place the soaked dates, ground almonds, maple syrup, eggs, vanilla, baking soda and spices into a food processor and blitz until smooth.
Pour the mixture into the prepared cake tin.  Mix together the chopped pecans and the maple syrup and then scatter them over the surface of the cake.  Bake for 60 minutes or until a skewer comes out clean. Allow the cake to cool completely in the tin before removing it.  Serve with crème fraîche and maple syrup.

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Patty & Bun

Welcome to Patty & Bun...

Welcome to Patty & Bun…

The burgers at Patty & Bun are total dudes.  If burgers could walk, these would swagger.  They would be wearing a leather jacket.  They would be achingly cool.  Right now in London, burgers are ubiquitous – street food trucks, pop-ups, totally trendy but dark and cramped joints; they are all trying to achieve the ultimate burger, the heights of burgerdom, the best thing between bread since…you know…a sandwich.  Everyone trying to compete however they can – the provenance of their carefully caressed and matured meat, the exact structure and crumb of their bun, the jazzy condiments,  yada yada yada.  Who knew that so much thought could go into a single bovine entity that, frankly, is gone in about 5 minutes.

The spread

The spread

Saying that, I am very very happy that so much love and care has been put into the burgers at Patty & Bun.  The anticipation that built up from waiting outside in the cold, catching the occasional waft of a burger’s charred crust, and gawping ravenously through the windows at the defenceless diners, made the final arrival of food even more exciting.  It got so bad that, at one point, I was almost hallucinatory with greed and was convinced that the nice queue-controller was emanating the scent of burger juice.

My ‘Smokey Robinson’ burger was held together by a golden, glossy brioche hat and a bottom layer saturated to a sodden squish by the robustly savoury burger juices.  A crisp shell of lettuce and a sweet slice of tomato added colour and texture, the bronze-tinged mayo was crazy good, all smoky and sloppy and with a tendency to infiltrate the tiniest crevices of your face.  Midway through the burger scoffing, I ended up with mayo on my eyebrow.  Note to self: stop eating like an animal.  The cheese was melty and gooey.  The caramelised onions were heaped in a generous mound of sticky luscious strands; my favourite addition.  I do love a caramelised onion.  I didn’t think that the bacon particularly stood out – I sort of forgot it was there as I was merrily chowing down, but then again, if it hadn’t been there maybe I would have missed it.  The patty itself was a carnivore’s delight – a good chunky grind, a rightful crust concealing a brilliantly pink and succulent centre that, with every bite, struggled to contain its flow of richly-flavoured juices.  Do not be alarmed if the juice makes it down to your elbows – you can always trust a good friend to catch the stream with a well-positioned open mouth.

One hell of a burger

One hell of a burger

On to the rest.  The skin on chips were a perfect rustle, wonderfully crisp and a hop and a skip away from the norm by the addition of rosemary salt.  Scrummy.  And OH GOD, the chicken wings.  I mean…nom…wowsers…nom…sssh, I’m eating…  It was a reverential experience.  Hands down, the best chicken wings I’ve ever had.  Barely had you brought the wings to your lips before the tender chunks fell off effortlessly into your mouth.  They were coated in a rich deep barbecue sauce that clung stickily to the wings, sweet and tangy, and dangerously moreish.  The spring onions passed me by as I ploughed my way through, but they must have been there for something.  Garnish? Colour?  An attempt at one of your five-a-day?  Decorative rather than tasty.

AWESOME chicken wings

AWESOME chicken wings

For a totally hip, no bookings restaurant, it was surprisingly comfortable and un-cramped – no one was being elbowed, no one had a stray bum cheek resting on their lap, the music was fun and not too loud (at the risk of sounding like a granny) and the service was great.  It’s very speedy and definitely not a place to linger, mainly to avoid the death stares from the queue as you take a millisecond too long to put on your coat.  All I can say is, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!  And get the chicken wings.  That is all.

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White Chocolate, Raspberry and Pistachio Birthday Cake

White Chocolate, Raspberry and Pistachio Cake

White Chocolate, Raspberry and Pistachio Cake

A true beauty of a cake.  Strewn carelessly with fresh raspberries and woody green pistachios, it looks so elegant.  So sophisticated.  So celebratory.

However, appearances can be deceiving.  Oh yes.  The finished product effortlessly hides the quasi-trauma that went into its creation.  You would never guess that underneath its glossy white chocolate folds, layers of scarlet raspberry jam and pale vanilla sponge, lies the shuddering shadow of a baking-scarred cook.  Never has a cake made me want to tear off my batter-spattered apron and pull out my flour-dusted hair so much.  Where do I start…

The perfect slice

The perfect slice

It seemed straightforward.  Nothing I haven’t done before.  A cake.  Icing.  Ganache.  Stack it up.  Make it look pretty.  What could possibly go wrong?  EVERYTHING.  ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.  I started off by spraying the cake mixture dramatically up the walls and over myself at the hands of an extremely out of control electric whisk, effectively teaching me never to relinquish my trusty wooden mixing spoon to a shiny whizzing machine.  Minus some mixture, the cake stayed on course and made it into the oven.  Phew.  Then..the ganache…oh the ganache.  The fiendish combination of white chocolate and cream.  It took, hmm, about five hours to thicken.  Even then it was dribbly and drippy.  So I decided to throw caution to the wind and just pour it all over the cake anyway.  Miraculously, some actually managed to stick and the dribble is, ahem, ‘artistic’.

Then, the filling.  It was supposed to be a simple ripple of pillowy whipped cream, homemade raspberry jam and more fresh tart raspberries.  Ran out of cream, so in stepped crème fraîche.  For some reason I cannot fathom, I decided to break up all the raspberries and whip them into the crème fraîche.  CATASTROPHIC.  It didn’t whip – bizarrely it became more liquid the more I whipped – a mockery of perseverance.  At this point, I was in a state of frenzied panic, murmuring incoherently to myself whilst brandishing a whisk that was gradually becoming more like a weapon, “Continue to whip, stop whipping?? Add something? Icing sugar! Add icing sugar!  Balls, it’s not thickening…MORE icing sugar!  Gosh, it’s a bit sweet, cough, splutter, cough, urgh…STOP icing sugar…”  Give up.  In front of me I had the most disgusting pale puce sickly slop.  This finished me off.  I had to go and have a lie down.

Luckily, the simple solutions are always the best.  Filled with a slick of unadulterated (unwhipped) crème fraîche and a generous layer of raspberry jam, the cake was well on the road to recovery.  A ruby raspberry scatter here and a emerald pistachio scatter there and the haunting memories were fading fast.  And the birthday girl never knew the truth….

A peek inside...

A peek inside…

White Chocolate, Raspberry and Pistachio Birthday Cake (panic-free version)

(Serves 12)

Ingredients

For the cake:

  • 225g butter
  • 225g caster sugar
  • 4 large eggs
  • 225g self-raising flour
  • 1 scant tsp baking powder
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • Milk

Preheat the oven to 180°C.  Grease and line 3 x 18cm/7in cake tins with baking paper.  To make the cake, you can either use the all-in-one method by putting all the ingredients in a food processor (or mixing with an electric whisk) and whizzing them up.  Or you can use the old-fashioned method of a wooden spoon, a mixing bowl, and a bit of hard graft (recommended method after my mechanical disaster).  For this method, cream together the butter and sugar until the mixture is paler in colour.  Sift the flour and baking powder into another bowl.  Then, add the eggs, one at a time, alternating with the flour (to stop the mixture curdling), until both eggs and flour are all incorporated and you have a smooth batter.  Mix in the vanilla extract.  Then, add enough milk, no more than a few tablespoons, to reach a dropping consistency i.e. the mixture should drop easily of the spoon.  Divide the mixture equally between the three tins and bake for approximately 18-20 minutes – keep an eye on them as the sponge is quite thin and it may take a different amount of time depending on the oven.  They are ready when a toothpick inserted into the middle comes out clean.  Leave to cool for 5 minutes then turn out onto wire rack to cool completely.

For the ganache:

  • 300g white chocolate, chopped
  • 300ml double cream

Heat the double cream in a saucepan until just boiling, then remove from the heat. Pour the cream over the chopped chocolate and stir until the chocolate has melted and the mixture is smooth. Put in the fridge until it thickens (it may take a while but it will thicken!)

For the filling:

  • 300ml double cream
  • 3 tbsps raspberry jam
  • 1 punnet fresh raspberries

Whip the cream until it holds its shape but is still a bit floppy – always err on the side of the under whipped – there’s nothing you can do if you over-whip the cream!  Swirl in the raspberry jam.

To decorate:

  • 1 punnet fresh raspberries
  • A handful of fresh pistachios

To assemble:

Take one of the sponge layers and place it bottom side-up on a plate, so that the flat side is facing upwards.  Spread with a thick layer of the raspberry-cream mixture and then top with a handful of fresh raspberries.  Place another layer of sponge on top and squidge down a bit to make it level.  Repeat the process with the raspberry-cream mixture and the fresh raspberries.  Top with the final layer of sponge.  Cover the top and sides of the three-layered cake with the white chocolate ganache (as neatly as you can which is very hard and messy!).  Decorate the cake with some more fresh raspberries and chopped fresh pistachios.  Chill to set if you have the patience, or dive straight in if you can’t wait.  You will probably have both cream mixture and white chocolate ganache left over, but that’s no bad thing.  Attack with spoon.

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Mexican Braised Beef Tacos with Pink Pickled Onions and Guacamole

Taco Fiesta

Taco Fiesta

One of my clearest memories of travelling in Central America was an incredible understated breakfast that I had on the side of a sandy dusty road in Honduras.  Up at the crack of dawn to get a boat in Guatemala to Puerto Barrios, followed by a ‘colectivo’ bus to the border, we crossed into Honduras scratchy with tiredness, hot and bothered, and most definitely, ravenous for our first bite of the day.  With only half an hour before the next bus onwards left the border, we needed some speedy sustenance.  On the side of the road, from a rackety white van, an old, sun-leathered woman was pressing tortillas methodically to use as the base for a typical ‘trucker’s’ breakfast.  The Latin American equivalent of an early-morning truck stop to grab an Egg McMuffin.  Unsurprisingly though, a whole lot better.  On a grubby white plate, we were given a tower of steaming, corn tortillas, with a pile of sunny scrambled eggs, queso fresco (fresh cheese), refried beans and sour cream.  Fresh.  Simple.  On.  The.  Money.  One of those meals that flashes on like a lightbulb in your memory at surprising moments, captivating your senses and transporting you eerily back to that exact place and time.  The memory still lingers of sitting on the dry bank of the road, with the other Honduran early-risers, listening to the country waking up, the cows stretching and jangling their bells, and feeling utterly content as I loaded up my tortillas and scoffed the lot.

Some serious guac

Some serious guacamole

This taco party was a world away from the simplicity of that breakfast.  I couldn’t stuff a tortilla with more if I tried.  If Mexico had been warily watching over us, it would have been shocked and disgusted at the sight of their native corn tortillas straining with more filling than you could shake a sombrero at.  Restraint is not my strong point.  Obviously.  The Mexican beef was made unctuous and meltingly gelatinous by using the often-marginilised beef cheek – marinated in a medley of authentically Mexican spices, and braised slowly in beef stock and lime juice, the meat became dark and deeply savoury, developing an umami-like quality.  The Barbie pink pickled onions were sharp and tangy, and much needed to lift the taco from being overly rich.  Whack on some homemade, chunky guacamole, a scattering of crispy corn and red pepper salsa, a dollop of refreshing sour cream and a few leaves of sprightly coriander and you’ve got a damn fine taco.  Understated – absolutely not.  Beautiful and delicious – hell yeah.

A pretty fine taco

A pretty fine taco

Mexican Braised Beef Tacos

(Adapted from The Huffington Post and Food 52)

Serves 6

Ingredients

  • 1.2 kg beef cheeks
  • 1 dried red chilli
  • 4 garlic cloves
  • 1 tsp unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1½ tsps instant espresso powder
  • ½ tsp cinnamon
  • 2 tsps ground cumin
  • 1½ tbsps natural peanut butter
  • 4 tbsps olive oil (2 tbsps for the marinade, 2 tbsps for frying the beef cheeks)
  • 1½ tbsps honey
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 handful fresh coriander, plus more for serving
  • 1 cup beef stock
  • 3 limes

Clean and trim the beef cheeks.  Cut them into large (2 inch) chunks.  Put them in a container in which you can marinate them.

Rehydrate the dried red chilli in a little hot water, just enough to cover it.  Combine all (including the chilli and it’s water) the ingredients apart from the beef stock and limes in a food processor, and whizz until you have a paste.  Pour the paste all over the cheeks and mix so that they are completely coated.  Leave to marinate in the refrigerator for several hours or, better yet, overnight.

When it is time to cook, heat the oven to 140°C and heat 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a heavy bottomed casserole over a medium heat. Brown the chunks on all sides. Use the stock to rinse the rest of the marinade into the casserole, then squeeze in the juice of the limes.

Braise for about 3½ hours, giving the cheeks a stir once or twice while they cook. If the liquid dries up, add a bit more stock.

When the cheeks are fall-apart tender, use two forks to pull the meat apart in the pan so that it mixes in with all the fatty juicy goodness.

Pink Pickled Onions

  • 1 red onion, peeled
  • ¼ beetroot
  • 1 handful coriander leaves
  • 1 tbsp salt
  • 2 tbsps sugar
  • Cider vinegar

Slice the onion very thinly and put it in a microwaveable container. Add the beetroot, coriander, salt, and sugar. Cover everything with 1 part water to 2 parts vinegar.

Microwave for 1 minute, stir, and microwave for another minute. Cool, then refrigerate overnight.  Remove the beetroot before serving.

Not-quite Guacamole

Ingredients

  • 3 avocados
  • 1 lime
  • ¼ red onion
  • Handful of cherry tomatoes
  • Bunch of coriander
  • Salt

Finely dice the red onion and put in a nice bowl.   Cut the avocados in half, remove the stone, and scoop the flesh into the bowl.  Squeeze in the juice of the lime and mash the avocados with a fork until they start to look like guacamole.  Quarter the cherry tomatoes and add to the bowl along with a good handful of chopped coriander.  Add salt to season and give the guacamole a final stir.

To make a mega taco, serve the Mexican beef, pink pickled onions and guacamole with warmed corn tortillas, sour cream, salsa and fresh coriander.

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Bajan Macaroni Pie

Sun, sea and sand

Sun, sea and sand

Pearly white sands, disco-glittering turquoise sea, sighing palm trees swaying casually in the light tropical breeze.  Barbados.  Ten glorious care-free days never went by so quickly.

The return to cooler climes pushes the holiday memories further and further away; the sundown Pina Colada at Bombas on the beach, the ubiquitous rum punch that knocks the foreigners for six, the Bajan beats, the cocky monkeys, parading through the garden, bums swinging high, on the hunt for fallen mangoes.  It all seems like a sultry summer dream.

Sunset at Bombas

Sunset at Bombas

Food in Barbados is hugely varied – from the haute-cuisine of the glitzy celeb restaurants to grilled fish and mac pie on the side of the road; it’s an eclectic mix.  One of the most memorable gastronomic experiences of the whole holiday was the Friday Fish Fry at the south-coast fishing town, Oistins.  This meal was up there with the best…and that’s not just the rum punch talking. Oistins is a grilling frenzy of Bajan spiced fish and barbecue – packed full of locals and tourists alike, it’s a vibrant, energetic, booty-shaking party that goes on into the night.  So many stalls, all grilling fish, all smacking you around the head with blissful wafts of barbecue spice – it’s a heady sensation, and one that leaves the mind delirious, unable to choose a stall, as the tummy leads the way in greed.  Luckily, we had it on good authority that Uncle George’s was the place to go.  All hail the grill master Uncle George for the most incredible fish in town.  Your pick of just-off-the-boat fresh fish – dolphin (no silly, it’s not actually dolphin), barracuda, marlin, shrimp, lobster, all grilled to juicy perfection after sitting in a zippy Bajan marinade.  Slap on a side of creamy mac pie, rice and peas, a generous pool of tartare sauce and a crunchy salad and you may just have the best fishy encounter of your life.

Friday night at Oistins

Friday night at Oistins

From the beginning to the end of the holiday, an almost daily occurrence was Bajan Macaroni Pie.  It’s addictive and delicious, oozy with cheese, with a crisp golden shell that yields to a creamy gooey middle.  Yet…yet… Hitting 30°C in the middle of the day, is it really necessary to pile into one of the heaviest, richest pasta dishes, with heart-stopping amounts of cheese, and tubes of sauce-filled macaroni?  Is it worth it to spend the entire afternoon in a mac pie-induced delirium, snoozing fitfully in the sun like a blubber-coated walrus?  Yes it bloody well is.  Enjoy the food coma, my friends.

Bajan delights: Macaroni Pie, Fine-dining at Tides, Grilled fish meal at Oistins

Bajan delights: Macaroni Pie, Fine-dining at Tides, Grilled fish meal at Oistins

Bajan Macaroni Pie

(Serves 8, or 3 very greedy mouths)

Ingredients

  • 2 onions, finely diced
  • 800g macaroni pasta
  • 110g  butter (1 stick)
  • 110g flour
  • Milk
  • Tomato ketchup
  • Worcestershire sauce
  • Mustard
  • Bajan Hot Pepper sauce
  • Cheddar cheese (copious amounts)
  • 3 eggs
  • Breadcrumbs
  • Salt and pepper
Turn the oven on to 180°C.  Put the onions into a pan and cook until translucent but not browned.
Meanwhile, make the pasta.  In a large pan of salted boiling water, cook the macaroni until it’s al dente, approximately 7 minutes.  Drain and then rinse in cold water to stop the cooking process.
In the same pan, make a roux – melt the butter, add the flour and cook out for a few minutes until it turns golden.  Add milk gradually until you get smooth thick sauce and then cook  for 3-4 minutes.
Add a good amount of ketchup to the sauce, and then mustard, Worcestershire sauce and hot sauce to taste.  Add lots of grated cheese, and then add the pasta to the sauce and mix well.  Mix in 3 beaten eggs.  Season well.
Pour the pasta and sauce mixture out into a large baking dish, top with more grated cheese and breadcrumbs.
Bake in the preheated oven for 35 minutes.  Leave to cool for 20-25 minutes before serving.

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Ultimate Carrot Cake

This is embarassingly belated.  I hang my head in shame that I haven’t brought this monster of a carrot cake to you until now.  But, dear cake-snafflers, I bring you not one…oh no…but TWO cakes to make up for my baking drought.  And, as the greedy amongst us know, there can NEVER be too much cake… The main event is a carrot cake that laughs in the face of all other carrot cakes; turning a haughty nose up at its two-tiered inferiors as it towers intimidatingly over them, shrouded in a cloak of silky cream cheese icing.  An almost vulgar creation, it requires heavy-lifting and precision cutting before being voraciously devoured.

Birthday Carrot Cake

Birthday Carrot Cake

Cowering beneath this triple-layered treat, a contrast in cake.  Because one cake is never enough, and certainly not for a birthday celebration, I created these rich, buttery little morsels – a light chocolate financier sponge filled with a tongue-tingling passionfruit curd, coated in a layer of grated white chocolate and proudly adorned with a dark chocolate and passion fruit truffle.  Ahem, not over-the-top at all…  Despite me winging it to come up with something chocolatey and passion fruity at the request of the birthday girl, they were a surprising success – I was so pleased with the result that I felt incapable of stopping after one, after two (tummy starting to groan..), or, even, FOR THE LOVE OF CAKE, three.  It took a good friend to drag me away in a semi-sugar coma before I hoovered up the rest.

Chocolate Truffle and Passion Fruit Surprise Cake

Chocolate Truffle and Passion Fruit Surprise Cake

The Chocolate Truffle and Passion Fruit Surprise cake picture will have to be enough as I’m afraid the recipe is swooshing around my brain somewhere and not written down on paper. Sorry.

Ultimate Carrot Cake

From the Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook

Ingredients

  • 300g soft light brown sugar
  • 3 eggs
  • 300ml sunflower oil
  • 300g plain flour
  • 1 tsp bicarbonate of soda
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 1 tsp ground cinnamon, plus extra to decorate
  • ½ tsp ground ginger
  • ½ tsp salt
  • ¼ tsp vanilla extract
  • 300g carrots, grated
  • 100g shelled walnuts, chopped, plus extra, chopped and whole, to decorate

Preheat the oven to 170°C (325°F) Gas 3.  Line three 20cm cake tins with greaseproof paper.

Put the sugar, eggs and oil in a freestanding electric mixer with a paddle attachment (or use a handheld electric whisk) and beat until all the ingredients are well incorporated (don’t worry if the mixture looks slightly split). Slowly add the flour, bicarbonate of soda, baking powder, cinnamon, ginger, salt and vanilla extract and continue to beat until well mixed.

Stir in the grated carrots and walnuts by hand until they are all evenly dispersed. Pour the mixture into the prepared cake tins and smooth over with a palette knife. Bake in the preheated oven for 20–25 minutes, or until golden brown and the sponge bounces back when touched. Leave the cakes to cool slightly in the tins before turning out onto a wire cooling rack to cool completely.

When the cakes are cold, put one on a cake stand and spread about one-quarter of the Cream Cheese Frosting (you need two quanties of the below recipe) over it with a palette knife. Place a second cake on top and spread another quarter of the frosting over it.

Top with the last cake and spread the remaining frosting over the top and sides. Finish with walnuts and a light sprinkling of cinnamon.

Cream Cheese Icing

Ingredients

  • 300g icing sugar, sifted
  • 50g unsalted butter, at room temperature
  • 125g cream cheese, cold

Beat the icing sugar and butter together in a freestanding electric mixer with a paddle attachment (or use a handheld electric whisk) on medium-slow speed until the mixture comes together and is well mixed.

Add the cream cheese in one go and beat until it is completely incorporated. Turn the mixer up to medium-high speed.

Continue beating until the frosting is light and fluffy, at least 5 minutes. Do not overbeat, as it can quickly become runny.

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Fresh Girolles with Burford Brown Egg, Parsley, Garlic and Lemon

I know it’s been a while.  OK, more than a while.  Life gets busy, and when I say busy, I mean 17-hour-day-no-sleep-no-life kind of busy (the oh-so-glamorous world of  TV).  So very sadly and shamefully, sacrifices are made.  No one wants to hear the mindless drivel that cascades out of my fuzzy brain when I’ve been awake for too many hours.

HOWEVER, this is no excuse.  I know you all want to fill your bellies as much as I do and so I will endeavour to do much better.  Starting…from… now…

I met one of my favourite foodies the other day who reminded me how much I love food; someone who gave me the subconscious kick up the bum that I needed to reimmerse myself in the blogging sphere as well as reminding me of the warming satisfaction that comes from putting words to paper (or in this case, to screen).

As well as being a deeply rooted passion that occupies the vast majority of my thoughts, food is my day-to-day job; it’s the mundane chores, the repetition and the tough reality as well as the high-end gastronomy, the waft of Michelin stars and the beauty and sophistication of good food.  It becomes hard at times to put a simple pleasure in perspective but it shouldn’t be that tricky.  I.  Love.  Food.  Simple as that.

Although working in food television leaves you struggling for a social life, tired to the point of insanity (ahem, when the 4 o’clock madness hits and biscuits are inhaled mindlessly, crumbs frantically spraying everywhere, in the attempt to combat the lack of energy), and hankering for a normal 9 to 5 job, there are perks…

At the end of the week, the kitchen fridge is emptied.  This is where survival of the fittest comes in. Get there first, pick the cream of the leftover crop – the  chefs’ abandoned quality products, then sneakily hide them to be taken home at the end of the day.  It’s a game of tactical moves and timing.  Which I’m often not very good at as I’m FAR too busy to be playing games.  So in this weekly gastronomic warfare, I often lose out.  EXCEPT FOR THIS WEEK.  I won’t make you jealous by listing all the incredible ingredients I packed away in my swag bag but it was a cracking load, and one which included some beautiful fresh girolles.

An autumnal afternoon stroll

An autumnal afternoon stroll

These sexy golden shrooms are one of the most wonderful autumn offerings.  Their dusky umber colour mirrors the burnished copper leaves that carpet the muddy autumnal ground.  They have an aroma that takes you to the damp, musty woodland where they hide away in the shadows; a sensory hint of the deep earthy notes that will hit you when you first pop one of these beauties in your mouth.  Their delicate spines trap nuggets of dirt and grass which makes cleaning them a necessity – unless you want to end up crunching on some gritty woodland floor.

I didn’t want to mess with them.  So often, simplicity triumphs.  A frying pan of the girolles, sautéed in a little butter, a squeeze of lemon, a scattering of parsley and a rich golden Burford Brown egg in the middle of it all, yolk to be broken to gloriously coat the silky mushrooms, was all they needed to make a perfect autumnal lunch.

Fresh girolles, Burford Brown egg, parsley, garlic and lemon

Fresh girolles, Burford Brown egg, parsley, garlic and lemon

Fresh girolles, Burford Brown egg, parsley, garlic and lemon

Serves 1

  • A knob of butter or a glug of olive oil
  • 2 large handfuls fresh cleaned girolle mushrooms
  • 1 garlic clove, finely chopped
  • A squeeze of lemon juice
  • A handful of chopped flat-leaf parsley
  • 1 Burford Brown egg
  • Salt and pepper

Add the butter or olive oil to a small frying pan and wait for it to heat up.  Then, add the cleaned girolles and some seasoning and sauté for about 5 minutes until they are glossy and their smell starts wafting from the pan.  Add the chopped garlic and sauté for a few more minutes.  Then, make a small hollow in the centre of the mushrooms and crack in the egg, giving it a grind of pepper and a small pinch of sea salt flakes.  Cover with a lid or plate and leave the egg to cook until the white is firm but the yolk is still runny.  Squeeze some lemon juice over the mushrooms and sprinkle over the parsley.  Tuck in immediately.  Maybe get a crusty chunk of bread involved too so none of the yolky mushroom sauce goes to waste.  Yum.

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