Hungry and Frozen

the syrups and shaved ice, i ain't gotta say it twice

2012-01-26T11:05:00.000-08:00

Did all of you have to write and say a speech in school, as part of the curriculum? Here in New Zealand it's a long-standing tradition. I wrote a rather excellent think-piece on the Spice Girls (admittedly, there was no Google so I had to glean any knowledge of them from what was written on the side of chupa-chup packets and from analysis of lyrics like "She's a real lay-dee!"); an award winning speech on well-known cats in literature (I got to the regionals with that speech, and of course I had lots of friends, why do you ask?) and then the next year, I admit, I phoned it in with a speech about chocolate. It was largely put together from quotes found in those "Little Book of Calm" tiny books which were very fashionable at the time. If I remember right, I won the school competition but lost out at the interschool level.

But those books that I quoted, glaze-eyed though they were, had it right. Chocolate is special and no loss at the interschool level for my speech which honestly wasn't that good will take that away from me. Or any of us! Particularly special, on a national level now, is the compelling output of Whittaker's, who this year launched their Berry and Biscuit block.

Berry jelly, juiced up with real fruit, and crunchy bits of biscuits punctuating their caramelly milk chocolate. It's damn good. I should disclose that the reason I'm able to so casually lay pieces of it upon a commemorative plate, and turn it into sorbet like it's no big thing is this: I wrote - entirely without agenda - very nice things about Whittaker's Berry and Biscuit in a national paper, they liked what they saw and sent me some so I could really make sure I liked it. So I decided, because I am self-appointed duchess of ice cream ("see her melting crown!") I would turn some of it into a pure and chilly Berry and Biscuit Sorbet.

But first: some really exciting news from Tim and I. Guess! Guess! Or scan slightly further ahead in the text to where I've written it down. Last year Tim and I embarked on our first ever holiday, which we'd saved for five and a half years for ("feels like thirty", as Jesus commented in Jesus Christ Superstar), and it was glorious. Well there's nothing like landing back home to make you want to claw your way back to another travel adventure again. We're not tap dancing happily about our bank balance right now, but we have been saving a bit of a nest-egg and while it might've been sensible to wait another year before planning the next trip...we thought...what if we just do it this year? What if we just? We can make it happen somehow! So we've put a down payment on flights to America. Specifically: NEW YORK. I need hardly elaborate on how heavily exciting this is. From my first musical I ever saw around age 5 - 42nd Street - to the Big Apple Style and hushed reverence of the city from the Baby Sitters Club's Stacey McGill, to my heedless love of the musical RENT from which this blog gets its name, to every single cool restaurant there is being there...But wait: we're also going to New Orleans, the place I've had a geographical crush on since about age 14, and Nashville, grand home of many a music-related thing. Thrilling. It's all happening in October, so this space, be watching it.

Back to the chocolate sorbet. Not ice cream: the various elements of Berry and Biscuit are not blurred by cream or other dairy, instead only water, sugar, and a little cocoa is used to turn them into an icy mass of excellence. Not that I have anything against pouring cream into everything I see: I wanted to try something different here, and let the chocolate itself shine. Also note, I only used 3/4 of the block because it seems excessive to use the whole lot - if you're shelling out for the good stuff, you might as well have some for fun nibbling times too.

Whittaker's Berry and Biscuit Sorbet

A recipe by myself.

1 1/2 cups brown sugar
3 1/2 cups water
4 tablespoons dark, dark cocoa (around 20% fat content is ideal for flavour and texture. However, use what you have!)
175g Whittaker's Berry and Biscuit Chocolate

In a decent-sized pan, bring the sugar, cocoa and 1 1/2 cups of the water gently to the boil, stirring often - as much to get cocoa lumps out as anything - until it has been bubbling for a couple of minutes. Remove from the heat, stir in the chocolate till smoothly melted. Stir again, pour into a freezer-proof container. Freeze overnight. Stir halfway through if you like, but frankly I didn't find that large ice crystals formed with this much.

Note: if you use any of Whittaker's dark chocolate range, or any dark chocolate that you're confident has not seen dairy products during its production, then this recipe becomes vegan. If Whittaker's Berry and Biscuit isn't available where you are, use a 'black forest' style chocolate or really any unfilled chocolate you like.

How I got to this delicious point is a bit chequered; I tried making this sorbet first time round but used too much sugar and the mixture refused to freeze. Because sugar slows down the freezing process. Since this meant I couldn't feed it to my friends on the date I'd anticipated, before the second feeding opportunity I hastily tried adding more water to it to dilute the sugar and allow it to freeze. In the process dropping a significant, tears-worthy amount of the mixture on the floor. By the time it finally froze sucessfully I had no idea what the actual method and ingredients quantity was. I bravely started again.

Melting chocolate into water might sound a bit weak, but the simple background really allows the beautiful milk chocolate to shine, with the brown sugar and cocoa giving it a helping hand flavour-wise. The biscuit and berry pieces disperse, leaving a hinty trail of crunch and raspberry extract in their wake. Every spoonful dissolves intriguingly in the mouth. It's not as intensely smooth as the sorbet you might find in a tub at the supermarket, but on the upside it tastes brilliant and is spoonable straight from the freezer. And look how easy it is to make! As long as you're careful not to drop it on the floor, it really shouldn't give you any trouble at all.

The only thing that could embiggen this already life-embiggening substance: edible glitter.

Instead of being used to feed friends post-Beirut concert two weeks ago, the fixed-up mixture was taken along to a Gossip Girls and Gin evening, and it actually nearly made someone cry happy tears, it was that good. So even if my words leave you unmoved, let their happy tears be the recommendation you need: this sorbet is just lovely.

We're heading up home this weekend for my little brother's 21st! It's music themed (Tim and I are going to be the White Stripes, my Halloween Elphaba wig getting a reprise here...for both of us) and I'm also making his cake. Can't wait. All the significance of it being a family member, none of the stress of it being your own party. Not that mine was all that stressful, it was amazing fun. Perhaps my favourite part: the next day mum bought out a kilo of ham which had been hidden in the fridge behind all the other food, forgotten at the party. A bonus kilo of ham! Best birthday ever.

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Title via: In the Heights, a musical set in NEW YORK, CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MAAAADE OF (did I mention we're going there?) with beautiful music and story by Lin-Manuel Miranda, who rapped for Obama and won many Tonys and is basically one of the most amazing people on earth.

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Music lately:

Anna Calvi, Desire - am sad to be missing her show at Laneway on Monday, there's something about her rich voice and rumbly music that I really love.

Annie Golden, Hang Up The Phone - such a crime that they went and cast her in the disappointing Hair movie and then didn't even let her sing! This song's subject is awesomely redundant in this day of multiple ways to communicate, but even more awesome is how every single second of the video is choreographed. Not one natural movement!

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Next time: *shrugs* we'll see when I get back on Sunday night what I have the energy to make and whether it's worth sharing.

super duper, come let's mix where rockefellers walk with sticks

2012-01-21T23:51:00.000-08:00

I've already professed my affection for the sadly late Hudson and Halls (they made a chicken salad and named it after a New Zealand beauty queen!) but it's the kind of thing that I can easily re-profess without feeling like I've exhausted my capacity for...professing stuff. Their cookbooks were so full of enjoyment and playfulness and humour. Which cookbooks often completely lack. They'd write "nothing is more boring to do than pickled onions, but despite this, these are worth doing", beside a recipe for pickled onions. Cute, right? Always remembering, they were figures of entertainment at a time when being themselves - being gay - was illegal. As I've said, we're not exactly in a progressive wonderland these days, but I wonder what their lives together could've been under a somewhat more supportive environment. While your time wouldn't be misspent just reading through their cookbooks tittering at their formidably late-seventies recipes - Tomato Sorbet, Egg Mayonnaise with Olives, Tripe Fritters, Steak Tartare Balls with Caviar...Coffee...there are also heaps of practical, easy, fun recipes that you could try making.

Recipes like their Super-duper Pancake. I promise you it's totally deserving of that intensifying "-duper" suffix on the end there. That grammatical flourish was not in vain.

It looks like there's a benignly smiling bearded face in that pancake, right? Is it just me projecting my loving feelings towards the pancake, onto the pancake? I think yes. And yes. Also please excuse my unpleasingly granular photography, it must've been darker than I thought when I took the photos. It'll make you appreciate it more when they improve, though!

This is really your average Yorkshire Pudding - you could always use it for that - and I love that H&H suggest it as a meal in itself, "with lemon wedges and sugar, or little bits of fried sausage and pickles"...very cool. They recommend using a paella dish but I don't have one of those, or a frying pan that can go in the oven, but I suspected that my ancient pie plate would do the trick. It did. Which makes me think you could make this in nearly anything ovenproof and round, as long as it has walls - a caketin would probably work just fine.

Such little effort and you end up with this puffy, crisp disc of daffodill-coloured, comforting goodness. Somehow it tastes like french toast, pastry, scrambled eggs and yes, pancake, all at once. That's some high-level complexity from just eggs, flour, milk and butter. I served it alongside steak and an avocado-spinach salad but on its own it'd be brilliant.

Super-duper Pancake

From Hudson and Halls Gourmet Cookbook.

25g butter

3 eggs

3/4 cup milk

3/4 cup flour

Put the butter in your chosen pan and place it in a 225 C oven to heat up and sizzle away while you mix the batter. Beat the eggs till light and fluffy, then gradually beat in the milk. This is what's going to make it puff up so try not to be lazy with the whisking effort at this stage. Whisk in the flour, making sure there's no lumps, then quickly pour the batter into the hot, buttery tin. Place quickly back in the oven, bake for 20-25 minutes and serve immediately in the pan. Just slice it up or rip bits off, as you please.

Two things happened when I made this which might have something to do with the pan I used. First: some of the butter pooled on top in the centre of the pancake. To the uninitiated it might look a little terrifying, I took it within my stride (the only alarming butter situation I can think of is if there is none) and reframed the pancake as 'considerately self-buttering.' Also some of the surface coating of the pan flaked off and stuck to the pancake. Slightly disturbing, but...I ate it anyway. Hope it doesn't happen to you.

The recipe on the page opposite the Super-duper pancake is equally compelling - Scrambled Eggs with Vermouth. How good does that sound? I'd need to actually get some vermouth first, the last time I had it was in 2008 - you can see it in the header photo - before I could even pronounce it properly. They say "As this is rather nice for breakfast, serve it with some chilled champagne and follow with fresh fruit and cream laced with a liqueur." Wherever you are, Hudson and Halls...cheers.

Talking of luxuriating in food, I recently had my misanthropic tendencies gently sieved out when something really lovely happened: I got invited to try out 'The Deg' degustation at Matterhorn, one of the fancy-pantsiest joints in the whole country. Yes, invited. My first degustation. Very exciting. Eventually Tim and I hope to feel like we're not in some kind of Home Alone 2-esque heist whenever things like this happen. The food was ornately exquisite the whole way through, with matched cocktails - beautifully dry - and wines - nicer than we've ever drank - and not in an intimidating way either, but also not so unintimidating that you leave thinking you could've done it yourself, you know? The person in charge of us was charming and engaging and gave us plenty of exposition on each course and - this always puts me in a good mood, so keep it in mind - they talked to us about the food and wine as if they thought we knew exactly what they were talking about. Did I explain that right? We weren't talked down to, is what I'm saying. So if you're really comfortable with your bank balance I do recommend it because it was an absolutely glorious evening. Fun fact: on our first course we raised a toast. To the internet. For getting us to dinner at the Matterhorn. Truly, we clinked our glasses and said "thank you, Internet." (It was my suggestion, Tim might not've been so enthusiastic or loud.) Also, even though it sometimes feels like one of those things you do to prove you're having fun, we spent some time making up dialogue for various diners around us, which was all very humourous until this couple opposite us had such gloomy body language that it wasn't as fun anymore. Where was I? Matterhorn. Delicious.

It's been a simple weekend, but I've managed to spend much of it with beloved friends, which is worth more than a billion degustations laid end to end so they reach the sun, or something.
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Title via: Puttin' On The Ritz, that intriguingly arranged song which hoofer Fred Astaire totally owns - his subtlety and assuredness in this tap dancing number is utterly brilliant. Fun fact: I once ambitiously choreographed, taught and danced in a dance to this for some choir performance thing in primary school, when I was about ten. It wasn't, er, quite as good as Fred Astaire's, and our canes were bits of dowelling, but if I remember right it was quite well received.
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Music lately:

Be warned: Will Swenson (erstwhile cast member of erstwhile Broadway show Hair) is one of THE most beautiful people on earth. And in this song Donna from Hair, he's NOT WEARING PANTS. So. Also he has an amazing voice and we both dance very similarly, which is always something that endears me to people. (A further fun fact!)

R.I.P Etta James.
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Next time: I've been working on some sorbet using Whittaker's Berry and Biscuit chocolate. That is all.

caramel, i'll love you forever, caramel

2012-01-15T23:46:00.000-08:00

For the first time in a long time on this blog, I found myself writing paragraphs and deleting them, venturing forward with sentences and then frustratedly reeling them back in with the backspace button. I'm not sure what's more annoying - this whole process, or the fact that what I'm trying to write isn't even a revelatory thing or big news, it's just trying to knead it into the right shape that's annoying me. But because I don't have time, I'll just try, and hopefully people pick up on what I'm putting down. I'm pretty sure some version of this question was voiced in an Anastasia Krupnik book, but is there a point in your adult life where you suddenly become a proper grown up? Where things fall into place?

I'm not claiming I'm the only person in the world to be constantly forgetful, concerningly clumsy, bafflingly untidy, bad with important papers/remembering dates/doing tasks by a certain date, constantly turning up to appointments at least a week early and heart-thumpingly anxious (Not to undersell myself, book-deal people. You're different. I can deliver you a sparkling diamond of a manuscript by like, six weeks ago.) I also am not seeking perfection or anything, I suspect the answer to all of this is "you learn from your mistakes and you make lists and just be tidy already", and the fact that it doesn't seem fair that some people are just more developed and self-assured in these areas naturally confirms in my head that I'm just not grown-up yet. It doesn't help that people always think I look years younger than I am - I'm not quiiiite old enough for it to be a compliment - am I ever going to get it right?

Well, colour me introspective.

If I'm not personally up for it - and my three-ish hours of sleep on Saturday night (admittedly, I was going to have a pretty late night anyway but then I got woken up by a whole lot of noise out of my control at 4pm, so it wasn't all self-inflicted) at least this duplex of salted caramel sauces can deliver you some sweetness and light. And isn't angsty person + caramel sauce > annoyingly happy person + no caramel sauce? (Mathematics, finally relevant to me!)

Yes, duplex. One recipe for plain Salted Caramel Sauce and one recipe for Vegan Salted Caramel Sauce. The former is about as perfect as it can get, the latter was an experiment I'm not sure I've properly perfected, but it's still great enough that I'll share it with you confidently. Salted caramel seems to be quite the bandwagon these days but it's so uncomplicatedly delicious that I don't even care. Will it become the pesto of the 2010s? I hope so, because that means it'll be on everything, everywhere.

Above, vegan, below, not-vegan. Why both? Because I think the trinity of butter, brown sugar, and cream is easily the most unsurpassed in history, a salute to simplicity and the joyfulness of each ingredient. But if you don't eat dairy products then it's really not going to be as fun for you. And I want to spread the joy of caramel sauce, not hold it back. (Literally. Look at that sauce dripped on the teatowel. So symbolic.)

Caffeine shakes from downing great quantities of icy fretta coffee at Customs Brew Bar threatened to ruin all these photos but luckily I managed to salvage some non-blurry ones. If you look carefully in the caramel sauce above you can see my reflection looming! Self Portrait As Salted Caramel Sauce...

Salted Caramel Sauce

120g butter
120g brown sugar
500mls cream
Salt - the nice flaky sea salt is good here, but use what you have

Gently melt the butter and sugar together till it forms a cohesive and alluring paste. Raise the heat a little and allow it to bubble up and boil. Remove from the heat and stir in 1/2 the cream (1 cup). It will likely bubble enthusiastically at this point. Stir till smooth, then stir in the second 1/2 of the cream. Once it's cool enough to taste, try adding 1/2 a teaspoon of salt and then move up from there. It will thicken as it cools.

Vegan Salted Caramel Sauce

This uses the magical properties of cornflour to give smooth texture to the sauce, and a little coconut oil for body. You could use custard powder, but the fake vanilla flavour's a little intense. Coconut oil can be a bit expensive, but I figure if you're not buying butter or milk...

1 tablespoon coconut oil
2 tablespoons cornflour
1/2 cup brown sugar, firmly packed in
1 tablespoon golden syrup
500ml (2 cups) water
Salt (as above, soft flaky sea salt is nice here.)

In a large pan, whisk together the sugar and cornflour so that any large lumps in the cornflour are dispersed. Then whisk in the coconut oil - just to mix it in roughly, be aware this is going to look a bit weird for a while. Set the pan over a low heat so that the sugar starts to soften and caramelise a little and the coconut oil melts into everything. It doesn't need to be anywhere near liquid, just good and hot, when you add the first 250ml (1 cup) of water and the golden syrup. It will hiss and bubble, so stir it well till it's smooth. Don't worry about any cornflour lumps, they should disperse eventually. Add the second 250mls water, bring it to the boil, and then let it bubble away until syrupy and somewhat reduced in volume. Remove from heat, and once it's cool enough to taste, add salt till you're happy.

Sauce one: Look, butter is just the best thing in the world, okay? It's not a competition between the two, but while I'd happily pour the vegan one on my ice cream or other suitable catching nets, I could even more happily drink a pint of the other one. From a pint glass. Every day for a year. For all its simplicity, this sauce bears a deep, aggressive caramel flavour and luscious thickness, with hints of butter's nuttiness and the brown sugar's fudginess roughing up the cream's own clean richness. I didn't hold back on the salt - any more and it might be a little bit too soy-sauce marinade - but it's perfect, a slight shock to the tastebuds, stopping it from being too straight-up sweet but delivering the dizzying flavours to you even faster.

Sauce Two: Oh no, I've used up all my adjectives for the word caramel describing the last one! This clever sauce has a double life - if you use it hot, straight from the pan, it's a rich clear syrupy sauce, the kind that soaks well into spongy puddings. Once cooled it's opaque with more body and a slow-moving texture thanks to the custard-thickening effect of the cornflour. Without the dairy to dilute and enrich it, the sweetness is a little more upfront - but when you've got the sticky toffee flavours of brown sugar and golden syrup providing the sweetness, this is no bad thing.

Despite the random acts of uselessness, my weekend was fantastic, and a bit of a reunion with everyone we went on holiday with over summer. The high point was Saturday night, which saw a group of us going to see Beirut, a band that sounds like a place, at the Opera House. They were just wonderful. The show was made even better by having said friends at our house both before and after for snacks and drinks. I had planned on feeding them all this caramel sauce but the chocolate sorbet I made for it to be poured over didn't turn out as planned...but it's a decent excuse to orchestrate other fun times. Or to drink the sauce by the pint!

I said to Tim last night, and I'll claim the excuse of sleeplessness-induced clarity, "at least when things go wrong they sometimes don't always go wrong'. I think I can extract some kind of take-home message out of that. Like running towards a rainbow, I guess the more I flail about not being all cool and on to it, the further I'll push that state of being away. Just gotta keep running up that hill (only, and I mean only, in one of the following ways: as a metaphor for the journey through life, or as a quote from a Kate Bush song. I will not be running up a hill literally. That would ironically be a step backwards for me.)

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Title via: Oh Blur, with your handsome handsome frontman and your song Caramel, so perfectly suited to my blog post.
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Music lately:

Laurie Beechman. She died in 1998 so there'll never be anything new from her, but luckily her incredibly powerful voice was commited to some albums and cast recordings. There's precious little of her work on youtube but watch her sing On A Clear Day - I cried. If you don't think you can sit through a Streisand cover, try Seth Rudetsky's loving deconstruction of why her voice is amazing.

Beirut! And their song Santa Fe. Not all their stuff is geographical (oh gosh, they must get that a lot. Not that they're reading this.)
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Next time: I've been re-reading my glorious Hudson and Halls cookbooks so there might be something illuminated from within their pages...

mushrooms and roses is the place to be

2012-01-08T02:15:00.000-08:00

Disliking, and having zero aptitude for science at school doesn't preclude me coming up with several scientific theories, the hypothesis and measurement both being "I think it's real and so...yeah." One such theory being: Time totally, without doubt, speeds up when I'm with people I love. Fact. For example, Tim and I spent our New Year at Raumati Beach with the sort of amazing friends we only ever get to envy other people having. Between the beautiful blanket fort, the nail painting, the guitar playing, the Point Break watching, the homemade liqueur and gin and wine drinking, the feasting, the dancing to Wuthering Heights (alas caught in real time on video somewhere), the nail-painting, the swimming, the reading of many books, the frying of many potatoes, the crying of many tears with laughter and the taking of one stroll, well it shouldn't be surprising to anyone that time would unfairly speed up during all that.

Time also speeds up a little if one of your friends has cleverly made cat ears in your hair made of plaits and pipe cleaners and bobby pins. It whooshes right through your cat ears with increased aerodynamics.

I've always, since day dot, been hopeless at saying goodbye. Memories of crying when things are over - anything from great big emotional ballet performances to visiting an older, cool and magnanimous girl from down the road to play for the afternoon - all blur into one another. Luckily there was less of the actual tears and more of the joking about tears (to keep from the actual tears fighting through, you see) when the Raumati Beach times started to wind up, but I couldn't help be reminded of all the times I'd been bad at accepting things are over. If you're hanging out with me and I make yawny noises and comment on the time, instead of wild-eyedly suggesting we bust into the good whiskey, then you can either be disappointed...or, I guess, shiny with relief-sweats.

I made this marinated mushroom recipe four times in the last two weeks, and every single time it has been perfect. This is a sneaky lazy blog post, as I've already basically given the whole recipe in this story I wrote for 3news.co.nz on what to cook when it's too hot to think about cooking. However I am tired and frankly a bit sneaky and lazy at the best of times too, plus, putting the recipe in two separate places on the internet shows you just how strongly I love it.

Speaking of things I love, wasn't I lucky to score these knives and forks and bowl from Mum! The knife and fork have been in the family for generations and the plate just looks like one that has been in the family for generations, which is good enough for us. You don't even need a knife to eat these mushrooms but I like how it looks, so it stays in the picture.

I made this for myself on the 29th, for the aforementioned friends on New Year's Eve, for family on the 7th, and for myself again last night. Something about the name Marinated Mushrooms makes people nervously say "Oh no! You should've started it six weeks ago! We'll have to have it another time" but this is actually good to go as soon as you stir it. It's at its peak deliciousness after about 12 hours in the fridge, but truly. I tend to eat half of it while I'm making it, that's how good it tastes.

Marinated Mushrooms

I came up with this myself, but with a little inspiration from recipes belonging to the wondrous Nigella Lawson and the also quite wondrous Yotam Ottolenghi. Quantities are vague because I never once thought to weigh or measure the amount of mushrooms I was using. Just guess though. Science can't get you here.

Mushrooms; as many as you'd normally feed people - maybe a heaped handful per person though if you're stuck. Use the cheapest white button ones you can find.
1/2 cup rice bran oil or olive oil
1 tablespoon maple syrup or golden syrup
Juice and zest of a lemon or 1 tablespoon cider vinegar
1 tablespoon Dijon or American mustard
Salt

Wipe or peel the mushrooms - dirt will cling, and though it sounds fussy sometimes peeling's much easier. Slice thinly and pile into a bowl. In a small cup or bowl mix the dressing ingredients together, tasting often and adding more of whichever ingredient your tastebuds feel it requires. Pour over the mushrooms, mix carefully. If it looks like it's not dressed enough, drizzle in some more oil. Taste for salt - I add quite a lot - then either eat immediately or cover and refrigerate.

Maple syrup on mushrooms might sound a little too daring, sure. But raw mushrooms are quite mild and almost like tofu in that they can absorb into their porous surfaces nearly every flavour that passes them by. However, not to the point where you might as well be sucking salad dressing dejectedly (or happily!) from a sponge soaked with it. Their delicate, rain-on-cut-grass freshness is mighty fine with the smoky maple syrup and sharp mustard, and the polystyrene texture becomes even more pleasingly yielding to the tooth the longer it sits there in its dressing. Basically: this stuff is addictive so watch out. I've never eaten so many mushrooms in one sitting, in my life.

Needless to say, camping at this place with whanau for the 25th year in a row made time speed up significantly again. Somewhat grounding was how I got bitten to pieces by mosquitos, feasting away at my apparently delicious blood till my legs looked like bubble wrap. However I've bought some antihistamines and am hoping for the best, and now that I'm back in the world of Monday mornings and routines and so on, heck, they're a reminder that summer holidays did happen and they were amazing. Until I got bitten.

What did you all get up to over the Christmas/New Years era? I've missed this blog a bit while internet was intermittent, but I've loved sleeping properly, seeing family and friends, eating well and reminding myself of the good things in my life.
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Title via: Janelle Monae, Mushrooms and Roses from her album The Archandroid. This song's a bit ridiculous (like what does that title even mean?) but I like her stuff and the melody and intense chorussing does pull you along in a dreamy fashion. And it does have the word mushrooms in it.
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Music lately:

Pat Benetar, We Belong. I've always disliked every single song Pat Benetar has ever called her own - except this one. It's so annoyingly alluring and floaty and lush and I can't honestly say I don't like it. In fact...without quadruple negatives to hide behind...I like this song.

Stephanie J Block, Get Out And Stay Out. Her voice is stunning. Everything from the emotional, shuddery talk-singing at the start of this song to the crystal clear, exhilarating but not over-extended belting at the end is just so very listenable.
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Next time: Something new, something you've never seen before, something highly edible, for starters. I guess this is the last time I can get away with saying it before it gets too weird, so...Happy New Year, everyone!

drinking peppermint schnapps with jackie wilson and sam cooke...

2011-12-28T19:14:00.000-08:00

So Christmas has been packed up and put back in the cupboard where you keep the Christmas things. The giant ham from lunch on the big day is being slowly whittled down with each leftovers-based meal, and the wrapping paper has had its sellotape pieces peeled off and been respectfully folded and put away to be used for next year's presents.

I've spent a joyful few days like this:

Lying on the couch in a remarkably realistic small cat costume. Jokes! I've been lying on the couch at home reading a Julie Andrews biography and mucking round online and sleeping in. And feeling sufficiently emboldened to ask Mum and Dad "say, do you guys want to watch Parks and Recreation? It's so amazingpleaselikeitIloveitsomuch." (Result: we did watch an episode, they liked it!)

Now that I'm back in Wellington - briefly, before taking off for a sure-to-be-blissful New Years with friends and then back up home to go camping with whanau in the same place we've camped since 1986 - my thoughts turn to resourceful things, like...could I dissolve all our leftover candy canes in vodka, to form homemade peppermint schnapps? The sugar content of the candy canes would surely soften the taste and the peppermint flavour would give it icy edge.

Well, it worked. Spookily fast, the candy canes let go of their stripes and stain the vodka and glowing electric pink. By the next morning, there was no trace of them. How practical is a jar full of liquor that tastes like toothpaste and is filled with red food colouring? Um, not overly. But as with all funny liqueurs, you can find a use for them. Be it a punchily minty hot chocolate or...a punchily minty hot chocolate. Any ideas? But the cool thing about this is how instant it is, so if you get moving, you can have yourself a cute bottle of peppermint schnapps to see in the new year with.

Spot the new-old plate that I picked up from home. New to me, old because it belonged to my dad's mum. The vodka you get doesn't need to be fancy - if the price of one litre of it is the same price as 750mls of another brand, then it's probably about right - but make sure it's vaguely drinkable. I have a feeling the stuff I got was a little too rough-edged, however I figure another night in the jar will mellow it out a little and let the sugar soften it up.

Homemade Peppermint Schnapps

1 litre vodka

10 or more candy canes

Find an airtight jar (non-plastic) that will fit 1 litre of liquid. Unwrap the candy canes, pile them into the jar, then pour over the vodka. Leave a couple of days if you can, but at least overnight.

There was indeed more than one bottle of homemade drinks in the first photo. This one's not nearly as instant, but what it lacks in speed it makes up for in visual novelty value. Like, it looks like you're incubating an alien baby or something. It's a great conversation starter. I found out about Forty-Four, as it's known, in the Food Thesaurus book. You take an orange, make 44 cuts in it, push a coffee bean into each slice, and place in a jar with 44 teaspoons of sugar. Cover with brandy or vodka (I used vodka) and leave for forty-four days. On the forty-fourth day, remove the orange, cut it in half and squeeze the juice into the jar, leave for a day and then finally you're good.

I kept forgetting to make this, so it has really only been sitting for 22 days, but I'd like to think it's more or less where it needs to be.

There's no way you're going to get this before New Years, no matter how fast you move, however if you feel like a little project and something to look forward to, then feel free to try this too for fun times in the nearish future. The long sitting allows the sugar to slowly absorb into the resinous syrupy vodka, along with the intense oil from the pores of the orange skin and the coffee beans. At first all you taste is orange, followed quickly by a warm, slightly bitter hit of coffee. It might sound unusual but it's a pretty brilliant combination.

Normally I try to keep it real on here - like, none of the photos are staged. If you see something in a photo, that's how I was going to consume it. But at the start of the day and with heaps to get done I had to concede to pouring myself a drink I was going to tip right back into the jar. The schnapps was a little too underdeveloped by this point to slowly sip on its own, so I tried - for lack of anything better - mixing it with lemonade. It tasted weirdly good. But I might need to test it a couple more times before the verdict graduates into "definitely good". Appropriately I also made cakeballs today, out of some leftover cake crumbled and rolled together with leftover cream cheese icing and melted white chocolate, and, for good measure, some raspberry flavouring. Two novelties are better than one, after all.

Tim and I will be taking these two fine-ish liqueurs out to the house we're renting with some dear friends over New Years. Even though I prefer my liquor to be as dry as dry can be, I also find it very hard to say no to a novelty recipe. My head is all "what about Sour Coke Bottle Vodka? What about Orange Jellybean Vodka?" while my heart is like "you don't like sugary drinks, fool." And then my head replies with "But the pretty colours!" And I guess it's obvious by now which organ won the battle.

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Title via: the quietly appealing 2pac song Thugz Mansion featuring Nas and J.Phoenix.

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Music lately:

Ethel Merman, There's No Business Like Show Business. There's something I find strangely comforting about her brassy, intense voice. And this song is amazing.

Kate Nash, Foundations. I never really got into her first time round but can't stop listening to her debut album after hearing it properly recently. Like...daily. I know.
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Next time: I hope you all have a safe and happy New Years. I'll see you in 2012 with something non-novelty, I promise.

too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep

2011-12-23T15:33:00.000-08:00

Cat tension at Christmastime has to be the tensest tension of all, don't you think? No-one does room-filling awkward silence and passive-aggressive stares and face-clawing like two mistrustful cats.

I mean these days for me Christmas is a time to be grateful above all for family and food and love, but one must also be realistic. So my ultimate Christmas tip is that if you're feeling like your family Christmas isn't going to be the smoothest day, for whatever reason - breakups, extreme political differences, old feuds, control issues - find two cats who don't like each other, put them in the room and their belly-deep snarls and fixed hateful gazes may well help make the humans in the room seem quite mellow in comparison. Bonus: if they settle down, they may then go nuzzle people and no-one can be angry or critical of your roast while patting a cat.

Also: Hasn't Poppy grown since we first saw her? She's the one on the right, Roger's on the left.

It is Christmas Eve in New Zealand, which means it's the 23rd up in the northern Hemisphere. I love Christmas Eve most of all - the anticipation, the midnight baking, the present wrapping, the sellotape in the hair, the crying over a cake that just will not bake, the weird feeling watching the news and seeing that horrible things happen no matter what time of year it is, the Rock'n'Roll Christmas cassette with Australian session singers singing Do They Know It's Christmas turned up just a little too loud, seeing your parents' impressed faces when you organisedly place your presents under the tree, singing God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen to the cats who are suddenly united by their distinct unimpressedness for you.

Yes, midnight baking. It started off as disorganisation, now it's practically a tradition. But still disorganisation. I'm not saying you HAVE to do the homemade present thing, but if you're looking for something to make yourself feel less laid-back today; if you're wanting to supplement what's already under the tree; if your aunty or dad or whoever doesn't need any more stuff taking up space in the house; if you want to get someone a present but don't know them well enough to commit to buying them something; if you suddenly got a call from Great-Granny Mildred saying she's descending upon your home for Christmas and you have to provide her a gift - look, there's enough reasons to want to make someone food as a gift. Scorched almonds for all is also completely fine and takes up a lot less administration in the brain, but if you're feeling some last-minute frantic commitment, then read on, friends.

The HungryandFrozen List Of Last-minute, 11th Hour, Easy Homemade Christmas Presents That Won't Make You Cry If You Start Them After 11pm And Will Also Make You Look Quite Good In The Eye Of The Receiver.

First: White Chocolate Candy Cane Hearts. Slice the tails off two candy canes if you want them to be nice squat little love hearts like here, make them face each other, fill the cavity with melted chocolate and sprinkle over edible glitter, 100s and 1000s or your decoration of choice. Refrigerate, and give a couple to anyone under 10 (or under 10 at...heart!)

This list contains such wonders as Orange Confit and the easiest fruitcake...

...Christmas-Spiced Chocolate Cake....

...Gingerbread Cut-out Cookies....

...Rhubarb-Fig Jam...

.... and Coconut Condensed Milk Brownies.

Jams and Sauces and Things In Jars But Are Actually Pretty Easy Despite Looking Fancy:

Orange Confit (sliced oranges in syrup. They'll find things to do with it. Bonus: is cheap!)
Cranberry Sauce (So fast. Make it for the table even if you don't

Bacon Jam (The best to make at the last minute, because it needs refrigerating. Please tell the recipient this, please.)
Cashew Butter
Red Chilli Nahm Jim (for your cool relative, esp if accompanied by a jar of cashew butter.)
Cranberry (or any-berry) Curd (slightly more effort, so I'd do this before midnight - but so pretty.)
Rhubarb-Fig Jam (Easier than it sounds)

Baked Things, The Classic Choice:

Christmas-Spiced Chocolate Cake (This is also excellent for pudding on the day itself. Yes, you'll have to dash to the supermarket to get almonds but it's really easy and it doesn't matter if it sinks in the middle.)
Chocolate Orange Loaf Cake
Vegan Chocolate Cake (It's good! It's easy!)

Chocolate Chunk Oatmeal Cookies (Dairy free!)
Coconut Macaroons
Chocolate Macaroons (These two macaroons aren't the fancy French kind, but they're amazingly easy, travel well, and are both delicious and gluten free. With the Coconut macaroon recipe, if you don't have the time/money/energy for ground almonds, just use the same quantity of dessicated coconut.)
Gingerbread Cut-out Cookies (vegan, hey-ohh!)
Christmas Cake (I know, what? But I ate this the very next day and it tasted great. If you gently microwave the fruit in the ginger beer and then stir in the liquor it should do the trick. The rest is just stirring!)
Coconut Condensed Milk Brownies
Salted Caramel Slice (This is a food blog, I have to use the words "salted caramel" once every post. It's a rule!)
Also, if you click on the link to the Orange Confit above, you'll see a recipe for the easiest, fastest fruit loaf, which is a GREAT present to give away to those in your family who you know actually eat fruitcake. It's dairy-free, too!

Novelty!

Moonshine Biffs (like homemade Milk Bottles!)
Raw Vegan Chocolate Cookie Dough Truffles (Actually just look through Hannah's wonderful wonderful archives if this isn't enough for you, she'll see you right.
Lolly Cake

I Am Already Asleep But Need A Present For That Person Who Needs A Present:

Candy Cane Chocolate Thing (No effort, vegan - well, I think candy canes are vegan - gluten free, amazingly delicious, just store it carefully so it doesn't melt)
White Chocolate Coco Pops Slice (Even less effort! Maybe try adding a little oil to the white chocolate so it doesn't sieze up like mine did.)

Merriest of merry Christmasses to you all - whatever you do or don't celebrate at this time of year, I hope that plenty of love and good things come your way. I'm currently at home with the whanau and it feels good. Yesterday at the airport while waiting for my flight the news came in of another big earthquake in Christchurch - followed by a sickening and unfair wave after wave of huge aftershocks. Thinking of you all in Canterbury, and hoping the earth settles down already. Seriously. Whether Christmas is your thing or not, some peace on earth and goodwill to (hu)mankind is top of my wishlist right now.

Enoch the Christmas Skeleton says Merry Christmas too. (Oh, those parents of mine...)
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Title via: Nothing speaks of Christmas Festivity like Defying Gravity from the musical Wicked, sung by the magical Idina Menzel. Nothing. (I'm sure I've said this before but even if you hate all musicals stick around to the end, it's spectacular spectacular.)
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Music lately:

So one of our Christmas traditions chez moi is listening every year to the same old Christmas cassettes. One such cassette is the amazing Tin Lids (ie Jimmy Barnes' kids) "Hey Rudolph" tape, which has the kind of exuberant 90s production that's good to hear at this excessive time of year. Another one is this really old Disney Christmas tape which features a (pre CGI) Chipmunks Christmas Song, strangely appealing and horribly catchy. Bringing a little much-needed classiness to our collection, is Bing Crosby and his rich handsome voice.
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Next time: I plan to resurface here on the 28th, with something entirely non-Christmassy, I promise. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE, YOU'RE ALL AMAZING PEOPLE, AND JUST REMEMBER YOU CAN'T OUT-TENSION A TENSE CAT.

it won't be long now, any day...

2011-12-21T10:56:00.000-08:00

A true story about an untrue story: During my dictionary-reading, daydreaming, dancing, painting-my-nails-with-twink-ing youth, I tried writing a Baby Sitters Club book. I didn't know it was "fan fiction" at the time, due to the internet not being widespread - the only people I knew who had it was my cool cousins who lived in Auckland, and my uncommonly tech-savvy Nanna. No, I pridefully considered it something of a manuscript that I could mail to Ann M Martin, and she would then be so grateful and impressed that she might publish it or something. (Fun fact: in the plot I may have unwittingly and independently invented the concept of grills/jewelled clip on braces. I kid you not.)

I have a point. It is this: at the time of all this writing, I did not believe in self-editing. It was probably a bit of youthful vanity, as well as how I knew the Baby Sitters Club every which way to Sunday and they're pretty easy to write once you get the hang of things. I would just write and write in my big notebook and then declare it all perfect. Fast forward to this year, when I went to a course where we were advised to reread everything we write for online then cut it in half, so it appeals to the fickle, short attention spanned readers. I'm better at editing now, but am still resolutely long-form in my blogging, no matter what the experts say.

Wait, this is the point: Christmas is coming, everyone's tired, nobody has time, so I'm going to try make this blog post much shorter than usual by editing myself more ruthlessly. I could've just said that at the start of this blog post, but um, I'm not that good at self-editing. And what other food blogger's gonna freely divulge their questionable, oblivious fan-fic past? (Because if there are others, can you let me know? I bet we'd be great friends.)

This recipe is a convergence of a few different ideas that I had, turning into this: Halved capsicums, with a halved tomato tucked inside each half. Once roasted, fill a further time with scorched, crisp cauliflower pieces. It doesn't sound like much but I promise you it's brilliant.

While I'm getting confessional, around the same time I also attempted to write a young adult novel about a teen girl who wins a radio competition to meet her favourite girl band who she's obsessed with but she has to shave her hair first. Then her, her mum and her best friend fly to New York and meet the girl band. And make friends with a nightclub singer. (I'd just seen Pretty Woman for the first time, so I called the nightclub The Blue Banana.) Gotta admit, I did think it would make me a Teen Millionaire. (It didn't.)

Roast Capsicum with Roast Tomato and Fried Cauliflower

Two firm red capsicums

Two ripe tomatoes

Five or so cauliflower florets

Rice bran oil

Brown sugar

Cinnamon

Thyme leaves

Set your oven to 220 C (450 F) and put a sheet of baking paper on an oven tray.

Halve your capsicums, carefully removing any seeds, membraney stuff and the green stems. Half the tomatoes, slicing out the green bit. You also want to slice out the dividing wall of flesh - no need to worry about the seeds, all good if they're in or out - but you want to make sure there's a bit of a cavity for the cauliflower later.

Sit a halved tomato inside each capsicum half, so they fit/spoon together. Over each, sprinkle about a teaspoon of oil and a pinch of brown sugar. Scatter over a little salt and lightly dust with cinnamon, then roast for 30 minutes or until softened, wrinkly-skinned, and slightly scorched.

While it's roasting, finely slice up your cauliflower florets into small pieces. Heat up a couple of tablespoons of oil in a pan and throw in the florets, stirring a bit but allowing to sit as well so it browns thoroughly. Remove the tray from the oven, roughly fill each tomato cavity with cauliflower and throw over some thyme leaves. Serve, with rice or pasta or bread or anything you like.

They're flipping delicious (of course they are, or I wouldn't be telling you about them.) Something in the sweet, smoky red vegetables and the nutty, crunchy cauliflower with the rich thyme leaves makes it feel like you're eating so much more than a few vegetables sitting awkwardly on top of each other. Anyway, they only sit awkwardly at first. Give the tomatoes and capsicums some time under the oven's heat and they start nestling and burrowing into each other like sleepily benign cats, leaving plenty of space to add the cauliflower. Add anything you like to this - feta, coriander seeds, sesame oil - but I like it clean and plain and simple.

This afternoon I fly up home for Christmas with my family. I'll be a bit sad not to be hanging out with Tim over this time but I can't wait to see whanau, to sleep, to eat, to hang out with the cats, to listen to our old Christmas cassettes and CDs, and to generally be thankful for the good things in life. What else can you do?

Witness the swiftness: this blog post is nearly finished already, while normally at this point I'd still be describing at length the emotions I feel when I eat cauliflower. Also: you may have noticed that the blog is looking slightly different, I had a tutu round and managed to score much bigger photos and a better font already for my header image. Am amazed I have any readers at all, considering how long my usual blog posts are and, upon reflection, how gross the font was on my previous header image. Give yourself a pat on the back for your perseverance!
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Title via: It Won't Be Long Now, sung by the amazing Karen Olivo from the (presumably - I've never actually seen it) also amazing musical In The Heights, from the genius mind of mondo-babe Lin-Manuel Miranda.
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Music lately:

I bought Ria Hall's EP this morning and have already listened to it many, many times. Best of Me is still my favourite song off it but I Am A Child struck me as particularly beautiful, all contemplative and dreamy but slowly building in momentum.

Pieces of a Man is one of my most-loved Gil Scott-Heron records, and while I don't have a favourite track off it, When You Are Who You Are i songs that always makes me happy.
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Next time: You know what, I reckon I can get another quick blog post in before the big day itself. I'm thinking last minute Christmas food gift ideas and several cat photos (well, that's what I do when I'm at home - chase round after the cats with my camera.)

and what's more baby, I can cook

2011-12-18T03:43:00.000-08:00

Christmas christmas christmas christmas christmas christmas christmas!

Christmas christmas christm- I'm just kidding. But it is upon us once more. Which means it's time for our 6th Annual Christmas Dinner and follow-up blog post! Back in 2006 there were five of us, I wasn't on Twitter and I didn't have my blog. What did I even do with my time? Six years later, there were at least fifteen people, the party went for 10 hours and there were intermittent twitter updates from nearly all involved, because that's just how life is these days. In every sense: I never thought those years ago that we'd have a veritable family of so many good people. I'm not the best out there at making and keeping friends - to the point where getting referred to by someone as part of "my ladies" nearly brought me to tears the other day.

But anyway, let the bumper Christmas Dinner edition blog post commence! The day goes like this: I cook a huge feast, everyone turns up and eats it. This is my idea of fun, so don't imagine me crying in the kitchen while everyone else is whooping it up. Alas, not everyone that we love could be there on Saturday but on the whole it was pretty astounding that we got so many people in the room this close to Christmas. Or anytime.

Involtini. I make this every year. It's Nigella Lawson's recipe, which for me has evolved and simplified into slices of eggplant, grilled four at a time in the sandwich press, with a spoonful of herbed, almond-studded quinoa rolled messily in each, covered in tomato sauce and baked. You're welcome to feta it up or use bulghur wheat but I had some well-meaning half packets of quinoa that needed using up, resulting in this being not only entirely vegan but also gluten free. Hey-oh!

Keeping it Nigella I simmered vast quantities of pickled pork, or gammon as it's known in the UK, in liquids till they turned into ham - in the foreground is the one I cooked in Old Mout Cranberry Cider, and in the hindquarter is one I cooked in Budget Cola. Both wonderful. Cola has a smoky cinnamon kinda flavour while cider has that distinctive musky fermented-fruit thing going on, both of which are excellent when absorbed into the fibres of sweet, salty pink ham. Pickled pork can be a bit of a misson to find but it's worth it - I got mine from Preston's butchers (near Yan's on Torrens Terrace in Wellington city) and the people there were so friendly and it was so reasonably priced and I totally recommend them.

Didn't have the mental capacity for gravy, so instead I made up a batch of the wondrous balm that is Bacon Jam, and then - as you might be able to make out here - sprinkled over some edible glitter. Christmas christmas christmas! Honestly, this is one of my favourite discoveries of 2011 - nay, my life. It's jam, but instead of raspberries or whatever, there is bacon. It's perfect, it tastes as dazzlingly sticky and sweet and salty as it sounds, and it gives the feast an insouciant Ron Swansonish air.

This Hazelnut, Cranberry and Mushroom Stuffing was a new recipe from Fine Cooking magazine - entirely vegan, with the ingredients being both Christmassy but also ideally suited to each other. I simplified it to suit my needs and budget. For a recreation of my appropriation (across the nation!) roughly cube a large loaf of sourdough or similarly intense bread, drizzle with oil and toast in a hot oven. Meanwhile, fry up a diced onion and a whole bunch o' mushrooms - the fancier the better, but I used regular button types - the real important thing here is quantity, as they reduce down. Mix together the whole lot, add a large handful of toasted hazelnuts and dried cranberries. Pour over 1 cup of stock (I used miso soup - it's what I had) and bake for about 40 minutes at 190 C/350 F. The rich, sweet hazelnuts and savoury aggro of the mushrooms plus the occasional burst of cranberry against the croutonesque bread is some kind of taste revelation, I assure you.

I make this cornbread stuffing every year. Cornbread's one of my favourite foods as is, but mixing it in with eggs, butter, and cranberries then baking it again is perfection achieved. There was a bit of trouble in making it this time though, and I'm going to write it in tiny, tiny letters so you don't all go green around the gills and start crying instead of my intention of making you salivate like hungry Alsatians. (Three rotten eggs in a row. THREE. They had weeks before the "use by" date and I even did the thing where you check it in a glass of water. The utter depressingness of that dull, formless thud with which the contents of the shell hit the bowl combined with the smell which hits you straight in the back of the throat takes you to a dark place when people are turning up in an hour, but with some reassurance, some rescue remedy and some hastily opened windows we got through it.) Also, spot the peas - I heedlessly bought 2kg of them going cheap at Moore Wilson a while back and so their presence on this table, in order to cut down on my freezer's crowded infrastructure, was non-negotiable.

Butter in cubes on a small plate with a proper knife: because I am turning into my mother more and more every day. I love that my friends who stayed for ages and required a late-night snack asked where this butter was so they could spread it on the leftover cold potatoes.

"FLIRTINIS ALL ROUND". Because of a few lines in The Mighty Boosh, and because increasingly it seems everything I consume has to have a pop culture reference attached to it, I made this drink. Increasingly come-hither was that Nigella Lawson herself recently put a recipe for it online, giving me even more assurance that it was meant to be. Flirtinis are fairly hardcore but divided amongst many guests and with lots of food as blotting paper it's all good. In a large jug, mix one cup (250ml) vodka and one cup fizzy white wine (eg, Lindauer) and top up with pineapple juice - about a litre, depending on the size of your vessel of course. Stir with a wooden spoon like you're Betty Draper and serve in plastic cups so you don't have to do so many dishes.

Oh, this pie. Coffee Toffee Salted Cashew Pie, to use its full title. Another revelation from Fine Cooking, which I adapted quite easily to make necessarily dairy-free. And, with all due respect to Fine Cooking, to be less sugary and to include cashews. I think American palates have a different capacity for sugar than ours, and also cashews make a cheaper - but still exciting - substitute for their choice of pecans.

Into a pie plate lined with a half-batch of this cookie dough, (minus the spices, and you don't need to blind bake it) tumble 1 cup of salted roasted cashews and pour over a whisked up mixture of 1 cup golden syrup, 3/4 cup dark brown sugar, 2 tablespoons rum (I used Smoke and Oakum's Gunpowder Rum), 2 tablespoons instant espresso powder - yes instant, it's useful for baking and it smells weirdly alluring, okay? Look for the blue packet by Greggs - 2 tablespoons rice bran oil and three eggs. Bake at 190 C/375 F for 45 minutes to an hour, covering with tinfoil if need be. You then need to let it cool completely. I didn't see this instruction and it would've saved me a reckless moment of "We'll just eat it now and if it's not set it can just be sauce for the ice cream, dammit!" Fortunately everyone managed to talk me down in a chorus of soothing voices while we stashed it precariously in the freezer, and it really was better for a good chilling, especially as the cold went some way to soften the intense sugar hit. It's an incredible pie, with salty creamy cashews in their pool of intensely dark caramel-caffiene filling.

And finally, some ice cream, since that's my kneejerk culinary response to the promise of people in our house. This is the only photo I got of said ice cream, but in the back is my own Chocolate Coconut Ice Cream - which I've made many times now since Christmas 2009. It's beautiful and it's dairy-free and I can now make it in my sleep almost literally, but should you be awake and trying it for the first time it's not overly taxing either. In the front is Lemonade Sorbet (with a hard 't') which started life as failed jelly; it was a little weird but refreshing, and the price was right.

There were also two roast chickens - but no-one wants me to try and take a decent photo of their sorry hides, and beautiful canapes from Jo, and homemade bread rolls brought by Piona (that's Pia and Fiona but don't their names condense perfectly?) There was a moment where everyone became anxious and queasy during Barbra Streisand's Jingle Bells (you think I'm exaggerating! Not this time!) there was a psychological skirmish during supercool boardgame Apples to Apples; there was an incredible reveal from Pia whose orange dress looked cool enough under her coat, but upon removal of that coat it turned out the dress sleeves were layered and ruffly like a flamenco skirt on each arm; there was candy cane whittling; there was imaginary Christmas cracker pulling; there was semi-unpremeditated singing of Total Eclipse of the Heart; there was a portrait of me etched in a pudding bowl; there were at least ten candy canes per capita, especially once I got changed into my candy cane-esque dress; and there was so much food brought to donate to the Downtown Community Ministry Foodbank that Tim and I will have to drive it down in our ute because it's too much to lug down in our collection of environmentally conscious yet aesthetically designed shopping carry bags. We love our friends.

And now, mere singular days from Christmas I am typically underslept, however I managed to finally get a tiny bit of Christmas shopping done, including a small gift for myself of a flower hairclip. It's amazing how when your personality and brainpower has evaporated due to lack of sleep, put a big flower in your hair and you can trick yourself into thinking you're still an interesting person.

It makes me feel like this: Look at how zany and witty I am! There's a flower in my hair! I have such a personality!
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Title via: Lea Delaria singing I Can Cook Too from On The Town. This challenging and excellently subject-ed song is especially good in her brassy growl of a voice.

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Music lately:

Still Haven't Got My Gift by The Goodfun. Hilarious. But also a really nice tune.

O Holy Night, Liz Callaway and her sister Ann Hampton Callaway. You may think you're over this son but Liz's silvery voice against Ann's rich golden one is pure joy for the ear canals.

Julien Dyne, Fallin' Down - the mellow, slinky antithesis to my Broadway dalliances.
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Next time: I was really convinced I'd have time to blog about the roast tomato-stuffed roast capsicums, but it just didn't work out, no matter how I tried. So I guess I'll change up that aim to see if I can get them done before Christmas now...

candy cane girl, don't you know my name girl?

2011-12-12T00:43:00.001-08:00

Ever feel like what the French call les incompetents? If like me, "oui, le constantly-ment", then I salute you. My useless actions always seem amplified - I'm much more likely to dwell on slamming into a doorframe, saying something without thinking, or hassling everyone about but not winning a blogging award. Or sometimes I'll be walking quietly down the street and my brain will say something along the lines of "hey, remember this very specific mistake/bad judgement call/awkward situation?" When all this happens I try and steer the brain towards thinking positively, shrinkening the tiny or huge mistakes and remembering the good things. What else can you do? (Apart from not make mistakes? Which: doubties.)

I try instead to remember small things, like Tim and I amusing ourselves at a cafe by bags-ing clothes we liked from passers-by and the windows in the shop opposite. A person walking a dalmatian dog passed by and I hissed "Be cool" and Tim waved at the dog enthusiastically and I was all we so get each other (although depending on your stance this anecdote could also fall into the les incompetents category.) Like friends who instinctively invite themselves round for wine just when you feel like friends and wine. Like getting a tweet reply from people in The Wire or on Broadway. And like this utterly manageable Christmassy snack to go with my Christmassy movie reference. It has less ingredients than I have eyelashes after a night wearing mascara (seriously, mascara is like a tiny version of one of those weird rolly things that remove lint from your clothes...for my eyelashes) and - the snack that keeps on giving - is also charmingly simple to make, strangely delicious to eat, and aggressively festive to behold.

Make it when you've got people coming round and you don't know what to serve up - especially since the two main ingredients can be bought from most corner dairies; make it when you feel like things should be more recognisably yuletide-y than they are; make it if you've had a hard day which can be soothed by the feeling of a knifeblade plunging through solid sugar; make it when you're wavering between "Shut up, self! Your life is good! Check your privelige and stop complaining!" and "I just want to hug a large cat and allow its soft pelt to absorb my salty tears."

So, yes, this conversation again - I didn't win the blogger award I was nominated for. D'oh! I feel like the Raul Esparza of blogger awards. But you can't go round hitching your wagon to every star that rolls by. Had I won, of course, I would've talked about it heaps, and big congratulations to the winner. But here we are. Asking for votes isn't something I love, and while I didn't quite have the energy to be involved, I also didn't have the energy not to be involved, if that makes sense. On the upside of things, it's cool that someone/s nominated me, thanks heaps everyone who did vote because of - or in spite of - my petitioning, I'm pretty sure I got some new readers out of this (do stay!) and it's a good learning experience.

So what even is this recipe? It's so simple, and yet a triumph of both texture and flavour. The sugary crunch against soft chocolate snap; the spicy chill of synthetic peppermint flavouring melting into the cocoa darkness. While I have a feeling I've seen this recipe before somewhere other than my brain, I also can't place it specifically. That said, I haven't tried googling it or anything. But importantly, it's easy, it's delicious, it's beautiful. In fact the most difficult part is wrangling the wrapping off the candy canes - this strange plastic, which on the candy canes is like trying to scrape off a layer of clear nailpolish, and then when finally removed it floats around and clings obstinately to your eyebrows.

Candy Cane Chocolate Thing (Working Title, I'm just not feeling "slice".)

250g dark chocolate. (I use Whittakers. It is both delicious, and the best.)

1 tablespoon coconut oil or plain oil (I like rice bran) or even Kremelta, if you dare.

Five candy canes

Salt

Edible Glitter (optional)

Place the unwrapped candy canes on a chopping board, and carefully, using a big knife, chop away at them till they're reduced to peppermint splinters.

Melt the chocolate, a decent grind of salt, and the oil together gently either in the microwave or in a metal bowl that's sitting on a small pot of simmering water (not actually touching the water.) Pour into a smallish tin - if it's silicone you're all good, but consider lining it with baking paper if it's ceramic or metal or something. Once it has cooled a little, sprinkle the candy cane shards over evenly and top with glitter. Chill and slice evenly.

This is best when freezing cold, to encourage maximum crunch and minimum melting in your hand. Also good topped, if you will, with a tasteful and elegant dusting of edible glitter. You could double the chocolate, to make it thicker, or double the candy canes, to make it crunchier and prettier. Don't leave out the salt - I know salted everything these days is getting a little blah, but its intensity not only balances out the sweetness, but also makes everything taste more of itself.

Candle in the background. So meaningful.

Every time I'm convinced peppermint flavouring is as fun as eating food right after after cleaning your teeth, a combination like this comes along to change my mind. While it looks like it'd make an ideal gift, it's a little too melty to be sit around in a wrapped box for hours under the tree. Instead, whip it out when you've got guests and they'll hopefully be so dazzled by the pretty shards of candy cane, that you'll look far, far more competent than you might be feeling.

I know I'm always sleepy these days but lately life's been like when you go to get Chinese takeaways and you optimistically stuff way too much food from the buffet table into your plastic container and it bulges out the lid and noodles dangle out the side, and then you insist on eating it all rather than just put it in the fridge and admit defeat about your stomach capacity. That is to say, I was busy and had amazing times, (like karaoke - you all missed out on seeing Tim and I sing Wuthering Heights - cases of wine appearing, skidding down a hallway in socks, dancing (possibly terrifyingly) wild and free with friends, attending book group that went on for five hours because we were talking about everything ever. Would rather have the overstuffed $7 buffet container than a single crabstick off the menu any day (wait, that metaphor makes no sense, let's just finish things here.)

Finally, I don't know how many times you've seen Home Alone but that's what the Les Incompetents quote comes from - I was talking to someone on Twitter about how I'd wanted to use it on my blog for a while, and lo, the universe provides me with lots of incompetency to not so much quote it as turn it into a thematic motif for my life, or something. Yay for Twitter - even though I've only met this person a few times, I can say sincerely, this one's for you, @Sakura_59!

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Title via: People, there are just not that many songs referencing candy canes, which makes no sense to me. Luckily the White Stripes not only made a song, they basically devoted their working life to resembling peppermint-flavoured candy.

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Music lately:

Ladi6 released a beautiful video for her beautiful song Jazmine DL. She's so awesome I can't even talk about her properly without a good night's sleep so I'll just link through to the video and leave it at that.

The song that always, always makes me feel better, but especially during an attack of the les incompetents: Die, Vampire, Die.

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Next time: I was going to tack it on as an afterthought but I like it so much it'll get its own post, and hopefully act as a nice buffer between all the Christmas overload. I'll leave you with one word: Capsimato. (Also these parentheses and this explanatational colon: it's roast tomato inside roast capsicum. Just in case capsimato wasn't working for you.)

"and altogether quite impossible to describe...." "blonde".

2011-12-04T02:03:00.001-08:00

First: you have till the eighth to vote for HungryandFrozen/me in the Concrete Playground blogger awards! Please and thank you, with as much sincerity as words on a screen can convey. (Edit: please note the competition is now totally closed. Did not win. Am writing a new blog post though!)

I wonder what it's like having a significant effect upon people? From afar, not even realising any responsibility, Nigella Lawson influences me constantly. Having thrown the word "girlcrush" around with friends a lot recently, I realised for me the line between "celebrity crush" and "general celebrity obsession" is a fine one, and can mean anything from "I want to kiss you on the mouth, sooner the better" to "Oh how I want to hang out with you and learn from you and develop injokes and hilarious photos of us having fun times together". Tim tends to occupy the crushy segment of my brain the most, but in lieu of hanging out - or anything! - with Nigella, you could do worse than bake like her. (What Would Nigella Do?) I started off with a sandwich bag filled with cream cheese icing leftover from another cake, which I'd stashed in the freezer, La Lawson-styles - and it works really well as long as it's airtight - and thought I'd capitalise on my pretend organised-ness by actually using it up. This motivation transformed itself into an idea: white chocolate brownies, the sweetness roughened up a little by a hint of bitter coffee, then resweetened in the form of cream cheese icing.

Being fairly confident these days with inventing recipes, I ploughed ahead and made them happen. Okay, there's not actually any dark chocolate in them, so they're more blondies than brownies. And then, my sneaky secret ingredient of one small teaspoon ground coffee - which I pictured ever so subtly rounding out the white chocolate - somehow tinted the whole mixture a deep, sludgy brown. After tasting the mixture liberally, the coffee flavour was highly apparent. Okay, cool, so they're mocha blondies now or something. Nervous about overbaking them into boring, cakey submission, I took them out of the oven after a conservative 20 minutes, allowed them to cool, then proudly cross-hatched them with said cream cheese icing.

All was well, my Blondies complete and another new recipe successfully created. And then I tried to slice into them. I know brownies and their blonde pals are supposed to be squishy but this was liquidy and entirely raw batter, hidden under a thin veneer of properly cooked stuff. And all that icing. After some deliberation (ie, me going like this) I just threw them in the oven, icing and all.

Blondies II. We've lost the pretty blinding white icing, but in fact I felt triumphant - that it was meant to be, even! - because baking means the icing isn't nearly as viciously sugary. And then I looked closer. The damn thing still wasn't cooked properly. It was still too gooey to slice properly. Generations to come will speak in hushed tones of the batter they could not bake!

By this stage, with a savage case of the sugar-sweats not helped by the cruelly increasing humidity, I recklessly threw it back in the oven, not so much hoping for the best as much as crossing my fingers that this wasn't a shameful waste of ingredients, time, and brain cells.

And then they came right. Finally.

How little did I know, when taking this photo of Whittaker's White Chocolate, how much stress this recipe would cause.

At the time, my only issue was "are close-up photos of the whisk dripping with batter a little overdone? Do I even care, because I personally find them awesome?" Simple, naive times.

"Can it be that it was all so simple then?"

I give you the recipe, but cautiously. I know I could just call them Mocha Blondies but I prefer the lipsmacking Nigella-ness of "Coffee-tinted" (see: influence) and as the coffee ended up overstepping the white chocolate element it feels necessary to properly warn you.

White Chocolate Brownies With Cream Cheese Icing

Which turned into Coffee-tinted Blondies with Cream Cheese Icing

Which turned into The Blondies That Could Not Be Baked: Witness The Incredibleness!

Which finally settled into Coffee-tinted Blondies With Baked Cream Cheese Icing.

200g butter

300g white chocolate (I use Whittakers...the best white chocolate around, I reckon)

3 eggs

150g brown sugar

1 teaspoon ground coffee beans

1/2 teaspoon cocoa

Decent grind of salt

200g flour

Carefully melt 100g of the white chocolate together with the butter. Allow it to cool a little - otherwise the eggs'll scramble upon impact - then beat in the sugar and the eggs. Stir in the cocoa and coffee then fold in everything else. Tip into a paper-lined baking tray, then bake for about 30 - 40 minutes. If it still feels wobbly on top, bake for another 10 to 15.

Optional: beat together softened cream cheese and icing sugar, then spoon into a small plastic sandwich bag, snip a small hole in the corner, then use it to pipe out the icing on top of the brownies. You could then bake it again for ten minutes, or not, depending on your sweetness capacity and how cooked your blondies are...

This one's for you, Nigella!

Speaking of inspirational women, I went to my first ever Roller Derby game on Saturday, with Tim, Kim and Brendan. It was so fun - the speed and the skill and the community feel and the amazing clothes. About halfway through our seats felt wobbly, but I barely noticed since we were on the stands and not overly stable. As soon as this had registered in my mind, an enormous clattering noise appeared and the building shook. Earthquake. It went on long enough that I ducked down so I was covered by the chair in front of me, and for bits of debris for fall from the ceiling. Then suddenly it was over and I was so thankful - while essentially it wasn't much of anything, I think you still react in the same way that you would if it was going to be a bigger quake, and the comedown from that adrenalin rush is still significant. It was large enough - 5.7 in Picton! - that mentally I started into dignity-free survival mode. And then it was over. After the game, seeking emotional refuge, we all descended upon our friend Jo and watched TV and ate dumplings and drank cider and the whole thing was unbelievably comforting.

But what do the blondies taste like, finally? Distinctly white chocolatey, with a melt-on-the-tongue texture and a smooth coffee flavour - even the slightest threat of bitterness is seen off by the rich, sweet batter. The cream cheese icing, once baked, doesn't have the same soft sharpness as the regular stuff, but on the other hand it's not nearly as sweet. Although these took three goes in the oven and multiple direction changes, they're so delicious and I'm still calling them a success.

Finally, a further reminder, yes, twice in one blog, that you can feel free to vote for this blog if you feel strongly enough about it, in the Concrete Playground blogger awards. You have until Thursday. Am optimistically picturing the kind of last-minute triumph that you might have seen in Sister Act II, Remember The Titans, and/or A Mighty Wind. Involving a montage scene where the votes climb and there's emotional, swelling music and my face looking like this. Underneath all that optimism is also some resignation that I might be the only one that feels this way about my blog. But if nothing else, that's a good lesson to have learned. Maybe.

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Title via: The highly-tense-in-all-the-right-ways song What Is This Feeling from the magical musical Wicked. Somehow this musical, however ridiculous, affects me emotionally now as much as it did four years ago.

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Music lately:

Ali Farka Toure and Toumani Diabate's masterpiece album. Can listen to this constantly and never get sick of it. So beautiful.

King Kapisi's new track Can't Stop Won't Stop - awesome tune, awesome video. Love Rapley's singing over the chorus.

Barbra Streisand. I thought Jenna Maroney's Jingle Bells was intense and unhinged, but Barbra's - a non-parody, even - wins the prize.

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Next time:

i salt and pepper my mango

2011-11-28T00:34:00.001-08:00

Story time.

The weather in Wellington has been particularly extreme over the last couple of days. It's no time for skirts or dresses. Luckily I've got a super awesome bright red jumpsuit with power shoulders, gold buttons and palazzo pant legs. Don't try and construct an image of what that might look like, just believe me on the "super awesome" claim. Especially when it's worn with a turquoise scarf. Said jumpsuit has all the delightful flippiness of a skirt, with all the reassuring practicality of pants. On most days. Today the breeze rendered the crotchal-region fabric near-pointless as it continuously inflated my trouser legs so they looked like spooning hot air balloons. No major biggie though, were it not for my rapidly-sinking stockings. They would not stay up. There came a point where they were making their way towards my ankles just as my pant-legs were flying upwards. Taking advantage of the quiet side street I was walking through, I hiked up my stockings back to where they belong, around my waist. Doing the job properly, I was getting quite into it - lunging and wiggling and really luxuriating in the hoisting action till they were back up on my hips again. Finished, I look up, and see an elderly person, holding a video camera. Pointing straight at me.

The camera wasn't sinister; I got the impression they were optimistically filming the nearby in case the wind caused anything strange to happen, so they could then pass it on to the humourous segment of a late-night news show so they could gain fame and riches. I...could well be that segment filler. Needless to say, my tights started sagging again immediately, but I didn't hike them up till I was round the corner. I have my dignity.

I have come to the conclusion that I'll never be intimidatingly cool, or even just intimidating and/or cool (either of which would've come in handy SO MANY TIMES in my life) but on the other hand...at least I've got some stories to tell. And you never need feel nervous about saying hello to me. Unless you've got a video camera and I've been lavishly adjusting my undergarments.

Also not intimidating: the recipes I have for you today. One, a simplified version of a beautiful Yotam Ottolenghi recipe - rice, mangoes, coconut, peanuts, chilli, mint - and the other, a little dish I came up with involving roasted cauliflower and whole spices and almonds.

I say simplified because I had so many moments of "well I can't find that so I'll use this" and "that's a bit expensive, I'll use this instead" and also I'm in bed and don't have the mental capacity to get out of bed and find the Plenty cookbook. So this is my adaptation. A truly lazy dinner. You're essentially cooking some rice and stirring stuff into it. But, as with any recipe of that tricksy and handsome man Ottolenghi, there's so much beauty and freshness and bold flavour that it's only you who need know how easy it really is.

Rice Salad with Mango, Coconut and Peanuts

Adapted from Ottolenghi's Plenty.

1/2 cup basmati rice

1/2 cup long grain brown rice (OR just one cup basmati)

1 tablespoon rice bran or peanut oil

1/2 a ripe, but firm mango

1 red capsicum

1/3 cup peanuts

1 red onion or a bunch of spring onions, finely sliced

1 red chilli, finely sliced, or 2 teaspoons sambal oelek (which is what I used)

1/2 cup shredded coconut or dessicated (but preferably shredded) (but I only had dessicated, so)

A handful each of mint and coriander

In a large pan with a lid, heat the rice grains in the oil for a minute or two, stirring a little to stop it burning. Tip in 2 1/2 cups water and a pinch of salt, bring to the boil then lower the heat, clamp on the lid, and leave slowly cooking away for about 15 minutes (although check for done-ness at 10). Allow to cool a little and tip into a bowl.

Roast the peanuts till darkened in the oven - it takes a little while but don't ignore them. Fry the spring onions or red onion till crispy, thinly slice the capsicum and dice the mango flesh. Toast the coconut in a pan or spread it out on a baking sheet and use the same heat of the oven that you cooked the peanuts in, either way you want it to be light brown in colour.

Mix everything into the rice - carefully - and divide between two plates. Top with the herbs.

The right mix of raw and hot here - you've got the cooling, slippery, elusively fragrant mango and crisp juicy capsicum rubbing shoulders with almost-crunchy coconut, nutty (duh!) peanuts and the red chilli's bite. Rice itself tastes beautiful - I don't really appreciate it enough being a pasta fiend - but it really suits hanging out with these ingredients. Obviously it's better if you can find shredded coconut but I promise the cheapest dessicated stuff will have its place once you toast the heck out of it. Cheers, Ottolenghi.

As for my recipe, Roasted Cauliflower with Toasted Whole Spices and Almonds it's even lazier. Stick as many cauliflower florets as you like on a baking tray and roast them at a high heat - I went for 230 C, which is 450 F, till tinged thoroughly with brown. Towards the end - or even immediately after you turn off the heat on the oven - roast 1/4 cup whole almonds for five - ten minutes, till slightly darkened. In a pan, heat 1 teaspoon each of cumin seeds, coriander seeds, nigella seeds, and fennel seeds if you've got them. The two essentials are coriander and cumin, so play round if you like. Only do it for a minute or so, then remove from heat, stir in a shake of ground cinnamon and a pinch of salt, and tip onto a chopping board along with the almonds. Chop everything roughly (I'm not expecting much to happen here with the spices, just agitate them a little with the blade, it's the nuts getting chopped that's the main thing.) Arrange the cauliflower florets on a plate, drizzle with sesame oil, and sprinkle over all the nuts and seeds. Eat.

Viewed in close up, the seeds and nuts look all earthy and magical and like they should have the words "GAME OF THRONES" superimposed over the top (maybe just in my mind. How often can I use "it's so late at night and I'm tired" as an excuse? All the times!)

More importantly, it's delicious - all that heating and roasting and toasting brings out everything good about the ingredients. Coriander seeds have this addicting lemony-bitter-numbing quality while cumin seeds are more pungent and warm (it's also possible my spices are ancient) while cauliflower cooked in this way is nut-ular and crisp and its flavours are echoed pleasingly in the chopped almonds.

The weekend happened, it was good in places and intense in others. Had people over spontaneously on Friday night to farewell some lovely but impermanent Swedes that we'd become friends with, on Saturday Tim and I had a necessary coffee at Customs and exercised our democratic right to vote; later in the day we gathered with the sort of people you need round when the outcome of lots of people exercising said right unfolds. The night became the morning but somehow we had the energy to plough on with weekend-y activities, buying vegetables and having cider with Kate and one of us witnessing a much needed win from the Wellington Phoenix (clue: it was Tim) all finishing up by making the meal that I'm presenting to you now.

Another story, one that you might've heard already: I've been nominated for the Concrete Playground Blogger Awards in the Food and Beverage Category. If you want to read my nervous thoughts on that, then read the blog post before this one, but basically - and blatantly - I'd love you to vote for me. It would seriously be very cool and important to me and wonderful and good. To do this, Click Here and look for HungryandFrozen and then click the "like" underneath it. My gratitude could fill several dozen generously-legged palazzo pants jumpsuits.
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Title via: I've read sneering things about her, I've read hyperbolic things about her, but when Arular was released it was one of the most exciting albums ever to interest my ears and I've been into M.I.A's music ever since. Sunshowers from that album is where today's title gets itself from.
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Music lately:

Over at The Corner there's a two-part post on favourite Flying Nun songs (Flying Nun being an important New Zealand record label) which not only presented me with some brilliant writing but also plenty of unheard new-old goodness to listen to. Including Garageland's Struck.

The Marvelettes, Mr Postman; I love how chilled and restrained and yet disciplined and sharp the singing is on this track.
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Next time: Whatever it is, I haven't made it yet. It could be another practical dinner, it could be a link to a video of "frowning girl adjusts pantyhose in public: The remix!" which could possibly do considerably more for my hopes to write a cookbook than actually working on developing recipes and so on.

i don't want a lot this christmas, there is just one thing i need...

2011-11-23T04:08:00.001-08:00

If there was some kind of chart for overachieving in the field of cake, right now I woulds be significantly off that chart. The needle on its spectrum gauge would be teetering nervously out of control. (Can't help but follow this up with "in my mind", the hilarious-in-our-minds insult that Tim and I hiss at each other all the time after the other person says something implausible. Or even just something like, you know, "I have lots of friends!" "In your mind" - see? Effective.) Anyway, why all this self-directed hyperbole? I made up a Christmas Cake recipe. And it turned out pretty delicious, damnit. And then - I went and iced it myself too.

Aye, it's only November, but not only is Christmas Cake the sort of thing you can make way ahead of time, like the overexcited person you may well be, it's also good to be prepared. As that angry lion in the Lion King sang. And anyway, is the kind of cake you can make while it feels like you're disorganisedly letting everything slide - it's that easy. Even the icing is manageable. I know it's divisive - I'm not personally the biggest fan of it, especially because marzipan costs about $12 for a small cube and so you have to use almond flavoured icing, for which not one single almond suffered in the making of. But it's a fun challenge and you get to have this dazzlingly gorgeous cake to admire, eat, or pick up and reflect the sun off, to annoy the neighbours.

You know what else is a thing? (Just watch me segue!) I got nominated in the Concrete Playground Bloggers Awards - "The Search For NZ's Best Online Writers - under the Food Blogger category. Now that is a title I'd like to call my own. And thanks so much to whoever nominated me - too much. So kind. Yes, I'm up against some blogs you'll likely recognise, but let's talk about me here, okay? I feel like a bit of a veteran of the vote-driven competition, having been lucky enough to land myself in quite a few over the last year or so, but not lucky enough to actually win any. This is really cool, and I'd love to win it but I don't want to burn my brain up too much over it, because losing's no fun, on the other hand I want to definitely put myself out there because I believe in this blog - or I wouldn't be up at midnight writing on it - on the other hand...

Pro: COOL TO BE NOMINATED

Con: Faking being stoic if do not win

Pro: Voting for people in competitions a now-normal part of life.

Con: Feel nervous asking people to vote for me...again

Pro: I really am one of the best online writer in NZ about food.

Con: In my mind...

Pro: You only have to vote once during the whole thing, not daily! Hey-ohh.

Con: Voting's done through Facebook, so if you don't have one...you get to dodge this whole hornet's nest. So this con is really a sneaky pro for some of you.

Pro: COOL TO BE NOMINATED, FUN EXPERIENCE, CHILL OUT LAURA. One can still be the best food blogger in their own mind...for what it's worth...

What I'm clumsily and bad-attitudinally trying to say is; though I've failed you all before, it would be really cool if you could vote for HungryandFrozen, but only of course if in your heart it's actually the one you want to vote for. I would appreciate it with an embarrassing/refreshing lack of irony. Because seriously, NZ's Best Online Writer? I want that! So if you do: vote here . (Please, thanks, and cake for all. Also you have to scroll round till you find my blog and click the "Like" which means, yes, you need Facebook.)

And I realise there are far more crucial voting situations going on right now. Am not going to talk about my opinion in that area, although it shouldn't be hard to guess. But if you are in New Zealand please exercise your right to vote this Saturday - it's one of the more important things you can do and I think back to all those who fought so that women could do this today. Your voice counts and you have the responsibility - think about everyone who you could affect with this and choose wisely.

Back to the Christmas Cake. Fa la la la la. I'm looking forward to December this year actually - Tim and I have been stocking up on old-timey Christmas records (so cheap! I love that I always want the vinyl no-one else wants) and I've got plans underway for the best, more hard-out flat Christmas Dinner ever. I don't want for much this Christmas, and our very short trip up home last weekend where I got to hang out with Nana and see so many people made me feel highly anticipational for some whanau time over lots of food.

I'd been reading through a lot of old, old cookbooks and Nigella's books and all sorts of cookbooks, and my braincells were tickled by all the variations on Christmas Cake. I was really keen to try adding my own to the squillions of recipes already out there - a kind of mash-up of all the things that sounded fun about other Christmas Cake recipes. So I included a whole can of condensed milk, because having that on the ingredients list pleases me. I soaked the fruit in ginger beer and rum - Gunpowder's - spicy and intense - because how cool does that sound? (Are you starting to see a pattern emerging here? I'd see an ingredient, think "funnn" and that would be that.) I used dried pears which sounds extravagant, but it's more stupidity on my part, I bought them once on the supposed insistence of Nigella Lawson, ended up too fearfully nervous of how much they cost to make anything with them, and now they're nothing like the plump, full-of-potential specimens they started as. However, after a bathe in some rummy ginger fizz, they're perfect for a fruit cake. You could use apricots, dried apples, or anything within that realm of wrinkly fruit, really.

I followed a decoration idea of the aforementioned Nigella's because the gleaming white-on-white look appealed to me, and I also liked the lack of fuss involved in haphazardly piling up star shapes on each other. And then topped it with edible glitter because it cost about $9 for the tiny tub and I'm trying to insist it's highly relevant to many things that I bake and cook on a daily basis and I'm becoming increasingly drawn to glittery things these days, like a magpie. (Thought: If you painted a magpie's nails with glittery nailpolish...would you break the internet?)

The real question is: did it taste okay after all that? Can you really just go making up a Christmas Cake? Bit of a concern, considering how much fruit and nice liquor and time and effort and so on went into it. Luckily - BRILLIANT. Like, deck the halls with boughs of deliciousness.

And even if it turned out tasting like rum-soaked sawdust, it is pretty. It's a tall, but surprisingly light cake, as far as this kind of thing goes, with a distinct caramel-toffee vibe from the condensed milk. Strangely the ginger wasn't as prominent as I thought it'd be, but the dark rum definitely makes itself felt. The dried pears give a fudgy, grainy sweetness, and the sultanas are, well, they fulfill their role of being a sultana (is anyone passionate about the sultana?) All the little things - the cocoa, the cinnamon, the orange oil - mesh together to form this mysteriously tis-the-seasonal flavour. All up: It worked!

Dunno how the pencil got in there. It's...artistic?

Oh, and if you want to ice it, hey? Why not watch my new HungryandFrozen Show tutorial video, made late on a Tuesday after a tiny bit of sleep and edited on Wednesday night on even less? Please notice the better lighting, thanks to my Dad who lent me one that he normally uses when painting bits of the house at night. (Also Dad - it's only five and a half minutes! My shortest one yet!) Improving myself, while helping you improve. I mention it in the video, but a massive shoutout to our very good family friend Lorne - grandmother of the person whose birthday we drove up to last week and mother of my mum's best friend since childhood. In 2004 she taught me how to ice a fruitcake for Mum and Dad's 25th wedding anniversary, and it's that passing on of knowledge which allowed me to make this video with even a speck of authority. But maybe don't show her this, in case I've missed out something huge...

HungryandFrozen Christmas Cake

1 1/2 cups (375ml) ginger beer

1/2 cup (125ml) rum (I used Gunpowder)

700g sultanas

300g dried pears or dried apricots or dried apples etc - or a mix.

300g butter

100g brown sugar

1 can sweetened condensed milk

1 tablespoon cinnamon

1 teaspoon ground ginger

1 teaspoon ground cumin (I like to think it gives it 'something')

1 teaspoon ground cloves

1 teaspoon Boyajian orange oil (optional - could try replacing with the zest of a lemon)

1 teaspoon baking soda
1 tablespoon cocoa
2 eggs
300g flour

More rum (or whichever liquor you're using.)

Soak your fruit overnight (at least) in the liquids. I'd say there was 1/2 a cup of liquid left when I made my cake so if you're nervous, drain out that much and discard/drink the rest.

Take a 22-23cm caketin, line the base with a double layer of paper and then, as best you can, line the sides with a double baking paper which extends about ten cm above the edge. Pulling out a long piece of the paper, folding it in half, making it into a loop and then shoving it into the caketin and hoping for the best tends to work for me.

Melt the butter, sugar, condensed milk and spices together gently. Remove from the heat, stir in the fruit and its liquid and the baking soda. It might fizz up a bit at this point. Beat in the eggs then carefully sift and stir in the flour, making sure there's no lumps. Tip into your prepared tin, and bake at 140 C for around 2 1/2 hours. Pierce it at various intervals with either a cake tester or a piece of dried spaghetti and tip over a capful or three of rum.

PS: Kindly vote for me! If you want. I want it, so let that be a motivator if you're on the fence...?

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Title via: Queen of my ear canals, Mariah Carey, with the immortal All I Want For Christmas Is You. Will we ever see another modern Christmas song that's as good as this? Doubties.

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Music lately:

Reach Out (I'll Be There) - Four Tops I probably mention this song once a month, but I think for a song like this it's okay. Frankly. And I love the "RAH!" at the start of each verse.

Idina Menzel, Heart On My Sleeve. If you can't bring yourself to vote for me, at least indulge me by watching this entire video from start to finish - it's slow but so beautiful and never fails to make my tear ducts spring into action.

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Next time: Probably hounding you respectfully for votes again, but also aiming for some cool recipes you'll want to try immediately.

no boy, don't speak now you just drive

2011-11-18T01:24:00.001-08:00

Last time I promised a Christmas Cake - and recklessly did I make one, at 11pm after an evening of Viognier (where I learned both how to pronounce "Viognier" and also that I like Coopers Creek's stuff). But even more reckless was my thinking that I could blog about the cake before this weekend just gone, where Tim and I drove up to Waiuku for an important family party, when we've had stuff on every night of the week. Perhaps reckless-est of all, on Sunday night after nine hours of travelling, I tried to blog. I didn't achieve the state of sleeplessness-fueled focussed intensity I was hoping for. I just fell asleep. So finally, here we are.

And instead of Christmas Cake, today's subject is Road Trip Snacks. I've never been on a road trip before - I know, what kind of friendless, half-hearted Kiwi am I - and this was really just a long trip which occurred via road but I'm claiming it and you can't take it away from me. I've learned that writing on a laptop while in a car with barely-existent suspension and handling isn't the easiest; the slightest tension is magnified by your ability to stare endlessly into the ever-approaching horizon (except Tim was all "yeah, nah, I didn't notice that" so clearly whatever I was tense over was so subtly conveyed he didn't notice it, meanwhile I thought I was being totally, point-makingly huffy.) Another thing I noticed is that when I'm in Wellington I put some effort into my clothes, but as soon as I get out of town I'm happy to shuffle round in trackpants, jandals and a saggy old singlet. And let us not forget the proliferation of roadside shops selling local crafts. I swear there's more sheepskin shops per capita than there are both sheep and capita.

And snacks are of great importance. I started off trying to think of something healthy, veered towards "morale boosting" instead. When you're several hours in and the countryside around you really isn't providing much variety, a snack is as good as a holiday, not to mention if you actually have no driving skills, it allows you to feel smugly like you're also bringing something to the table. Snack #1 is from one of my favourite new cookbooks, the brilliant Kitchen Coquette, and involved white chocolate, coco pops, and peppermint essence. Yes. That's right. I'm a devotee of the white chocolate so I was expecting to like it and all, but I wasn't anticipating this: it's one of the more perfect things I've ever eaten. Honest.

If you can, try to get decent white chocolate since the taste of it is so prominent here. I use Whittakers because it's extremely delicious. But also relatively affordable. White chocolate is a little fiddly to get right, and some stuff out there is loaded up with weird oils and flavourings in lieu of whatever it actually is that gets it to taste so magical. But not Whittakers. On the other hand, use the cheapest coco pops you can find, as they're all much of a muchness and breakfast cereal is expensive than perfume. The nearest supermarket to me gatekeepingly only had the proper stuff, but the finished recipe was so good it was worth every cent.

White Chocolate Coco Pops Slice

(It's called Peppermint Crispies in the book but with ingredients like this I really want to list them in the title.)

From Kitchen Coquette, by Katrina Meynink. I highly recommend it.

250g good white chocolate.
1 cup cocoa pops, puffs, snaps, or whatever you call them.
2 teaspoons peppermint essence (unless your pants are fancy and you have Boyajian Peppermint Oil, in which case use a couple of drops.)

Carefully melt the chocolate on the stovetop in a metal bowl sitting on top of a small pot of water that is half-full of simmering water. Throw the essence in and stir it round, which may make it sieze up a little - inexplicably - but persevere, tip in the coco pops and stir as best as you can.

Tip out onto a sheet of baking paper, flatten as best you can - try pressing down on it with another sheet of baking paper over the top - and don't worry about rough edges or anything. Allow to set, then slice up. It will break naturally into rough jigsaw pieces instead of neat bars - all part of the charm.

Note: I feel the white chocolate + peppermint aspect of this is crucial, but if you're unable to eat dairy, this would still be super alluring made with dark chocolate.

While I am not normally one to reach for the peppermint essence - it always makes me feel like toothpaste has fallen into my food - here it works stunningly, its icy heat cutting through the vanilla richness of the white chocolate and yet somehow, each mint-cooled inhale also enhances its buttery, melting-textured wonderfulness. The airy crunch of the coco pops amongst the surrounding white chocolate is surprisingly habit-forming, like edible bubble wrap. Something about the peppermint actually does wake up the brain a little as you trundle along. All told, a superior snack, and one that I feel truly lucky to know of.

Over on the other end of the snack horizon are these stunning Sesame Garlic Roast Almonds which I invented myself first to use in the Sexy Pasta back in March, but have adapted for more specific nut-eating purposes. Because they're too good to just scatter over pasta. Scatter 'em over your tastebuds too (but not the floor of your car because the scents of garlic and sesame are persistant.)

Sesame Garlic Roast Almonds

You could of course use any nut here, but almonds have a sweet edge and a popcorn-crisp texture once roasted and they're very reasonably priced in bulk at Moore Wilson - which is why they're my go-to fancy nut.

2 cups whole almonds, labelled "Dessert Almonds" on my bag.
1 tablespoon sesame oil
3 cloves garlic, crushed
1 heaped teaspoon brown sugar
Generous pinch salt

Set your oven to 200 C/400 F. Mix everything together in a bowl before tipping it out onto an oven tray. Putting a sheet of baking paper on it before doing this will save you a lot of dishes hassle. Roast the nuts for as long as you dare, until they're darkened somewhat and smell amazing. Keep an eye on them though because it's a fine line between roast and burnt. Allow to cool then tip into a container.

Also rivetingly good with their snappish texture and Inception-like nuttiness within nuttiness. And garlic, with its rich, rounded oniony flavour, is a far more suitable friend of the nut than chili, in my opinion. In case you're wondering what the stuff in the photo is, I just threw the sugar over without mixing it in properly, which meant that lumps of it bubbled up under the oven's heat and turned into a kind of garlickly brittle - strangely good. While the White Chocolate Coco Puff Peppermint slice has the edge in terms of immediate appeal, every time we brought these out to snack on we ended up grabbing them by the handful.

All that aside, we did have a terrific time up home - I got to hang out with my dear Nana a lot; see Tim dressed up as a Disney prince (veered between calling him Prince XYZ since they were never that interesting in the movies anyway, and calling him Prince Floribund which I just thought was funny) for the party we went to, which was a cartoon-themed dress-up one, in case you're wondering what brought this alarming behavior on. I was Sleeping Beauty, Mum and Dad were an Ugly Sister and Dick Dastardly respectively, and my brother went as Jack Skillington. There was also a massive supper, a pudding buffet, beautiful speeches and a very cool birthday lady dressed as Sailor Moon. Absolutely worth the harrowingly long drive there and back!

Finally, and importantly, I saw Poppy the Kitten again who has grown just a tiny bit and has mellowed out slightly - she's less of a baby raptor now, and will actually let you hold her without trying to claw out your nostrils. I did wake up with an ominous paw resting on my neck, but it turned out she was just using me as an overbridge so she could have a punch-up with the curtains. At 3am.
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Title via: Bic Runga, lady of big achievements, with her early song Drive. I've loved this quiet, thoughtful song ever since Dad made me watch it on Video Hits or Max TV or something, saying "she's going to be huge one day." Shrewd, Dad.
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Music lately:

I didn't have time to make any kind of iPod playlist, and Tim's sister's car, which we swapped for on the way up as our ute drinks up petrol like it's coming from one of those refill cups at Burger King, didn't have anything to plug the ipod into. We ended up listening to National Radio and learning a thing or two, because we couldn't find anything music-wise despite flicking obsessively through the stations.

On the last stretch of road home, having swapped back to the ute where we could plug in the ipod, we listened to Gil Scott-Heron's Winter In America and I'm New Here - ideal music for anytime, not just cars. But it felt particularly right just then.
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Next time: the Christmas cake! That said, I have to taste it first to make sure it's okay. But I also want to ice it. Dilemma.

cooler than ice cream and warmer than the sun...

2011-11-12T23:21:00.001-08:00

Mmmhmm. Another ice cream. What can I say. When the vision appears, there's nothing you can do but meet it head on, climb on top of it, and skilfully fly it round like a hovercraft till you can alight upon the grassy knoll of recipe-confidence.

Let that extended metaphor be a red flag that warns you not only of my 3am bedtime last night, but also of increased potential for further extended metaphors. Anyway this ice cream leapt to mind fully-formed, no need for contemplative hovering: Cranberry Curd and White Chocolate Ripple Ice Cream.

Cranberries are pretty synonymous with Christmas food, and if they're not for you they will be after reading books by Nigella Lawson. But I'm a fan any time of year, despite their kinda maligned image. They're not as give-it-to-you-on-a-plate sweetly juicy as strawberries, not as popular as raspberries, not as purple as boysenberries and their medicinal purposes aren't as dinner-table-conversational as blueberries. In fact cranberries are like the grapefruit of the berry world: sour, prone to bitterness, with connotations of...groin. Luckily Nigella Lawson's here, with her recipes for cranberry sauce and cranberry stuffing and all kinds of good Christmassy things, to save the cranberry's image.

I've gone one further, and taken one of her more interesting recipes - Cranberry Curd - and turned it into an ice cream, where swirls of frozen whipped cream whirl around slashes of crimson. A beautiful vortex, like holly berries on snow...that have been prodded at and moved around with a stick...the harshness of the berries muted with sugar, eggs, and butter; the plain cream embiggened by the gorgeous colour and the still-remaining hint of sourness, as well as the frozen, buttery crunch of white chocolate (Whittakers - my favourite and what I almost always use. Just enter the name into the search bar for proof...) While you can make this any old time, the colours and the frozen nature of it and the fact that I'm making it in mid-November means it's ideal for a yuletide pudding. Especially since December is summertime in New Zealand. Although if I had a glazed ham for every December 25th that was either coldly rainy or airlessly humid...

The method looks really long and complicated but there's nothing to get uncomfortably nervous about - apart from a particularly brutal sieving segment, the cranberry curd is delightfully untemperamental - and then you just half-heartedly whisk some cream, mix them together, admire the swirly prettiness like it's your 6th form art board and you're impervious to criticism, then let the freezer do its thing. My advice is to go slowly and calmly at all stages. I was on some kind of clumsiness roll and ended up doing many stupid things, like flinging cranberry curd everywhere and getting cream in my hair and wailing about curd on my tshirt before realising there was a slowly descending splodge of cream that had been there for even longer. Oh, and accidentally dropping all the remaining cranberries out of the sieve into the carefully strained mixture below. And dropping cream on the floor. It was like that scene with McNulty and Bunk in Season 1 of The Wire but with "WHY AM I SO CLUMSY" instead of one specific expletive used as my only dialogue. Mercifully it all ended up okay. More than.

Keeping in with the theme of Christmas usefulness, you could always double the cranberry curd ingredients, jar them up and give them away as gifts. It's exactly like lemon curd but with cranberries, doesn't it make you just want to invent a whole lot of different curds now? Banana coconut curd, raspberry curd, kiwi-strawberry curd...

Cranberry Curd White Chocolate Ripple Ice Cream

500ml/2 cups cream

3 tablespoons sugar

100g or so white chocolate, roughly chopped (I used Whittakers)

Cranberry Curd:

250g cranberries (straight from the freezer's all good)

100ml water

200g sugar

100g butter

3 eggs

Bring the cranberries and the water to the boil in a small pan till the berries are softened and have released their juices. Now comes the one horrible job. You have to try push all this through a sieve into a bowl. There's a technique - go slowly, keep pressing down and stirring with a spatula and then scraping the underside of the sieve with that spatula. You should end up with around 1/3 cup cranberry matter and a permanently clogged sieve. From here it's simple though. To the strained, velvety pink liquid add the butter and sugar and gently melt over a low heat, then beat the eggs and sieve them into the pan while stirring (ordinarily a pain but you've already got a dirty sieve, so?) continue to stir over a low heat until it has thickened a lot. Don't let it overheat and curdle after all that trouble - if you suspect shenanigans, just remove it from the heat and keep stirring. Allow to cool. Stir in a few daring drops of red food colouring if you like - this particular time I did.

Meanwhile, whisk the cream till it has thickened and has increased in body mass but isn't at the point where you'd call it whipped. Fold in the shards of white chocolate, and spatula all this into a freezer-proof container. Tupperware lunchboxes like the one I've used here are perfect.

Ripple technique: I worked this out on the fly, as the spoonful of curd hovered questioningly over the container of whipped cream. Firstly, spoon the curd into the container of whipped cream in three rough horizontal lines (across the width, like a bumblebee) then take the handle of a spoon or a skewer or something, and make lines up and down across the length of the container, through the stripes. From here, carefully swirl all this around till you're happy. Just remember you can't un-swirl, so go slowly and carefully.

Freeze.

All these surrounding ingredients really truly mellow out the cranberry, leaving it velvety and intriguingly sweet and berryish without any of that mouth puckering, tooth-coarsening quality that you might expect. The stripe method of swirling means everyone's guaranteed a decent portion of sherbety cranberry ripple to dissolve, and white chocolate is so delicious that I almost don't want to demean it by explaining why it's there, but its rich sweetness works perfectly with the ingredients and lends an alluring crunch to all that smoothness. I'm proud of myself for this one.

So I'm super tired because it has been a big weekend of activity, from a raucous book group on Friday night followed by a catch up with a friend at Havana, Saturday's plans for mini-golf were dashed upon the raindrops, but we all went to Denny's and ate a whole lot of food (including a proper coke float) and followed it up with a Whisky Appreciation Evening that carried on long after the night had turned into the next morning. That's what weekends are for, but now my brain's feeling a little frantically underslept - if nothing else I can lean on this container of ice cream, cool my fevered brow, and spoon it into my mouth while I'm at it with but a minimum of effort. Just like the ice cream itself. I feel like it's not too early to start thinking about Christmas-related things, but if you do, then maybe come back and re-read this post in three weeks so you can absorb it more comfortably?
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Title via: Eurythmics, Who's That Girl - so our Whisky last night was Scottish, but I didn't realise babein' Annie Lennox was too. This song doesn't encroach on Thorn In My Side's Favourite Eurythmics Song territory, but it's still damn good.
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Music lately:

Mos Def, Rock'n'Roll. I absolutely love Jack White, truly, but I was a little surprised he didn't get mentioned in this song.

Underworld, Rez. So twinkly and light and gratifyingly endless.
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Next time: I started making progress on a Christmas Cake today. Would've actually made it but was far, far too sleepy. More fool me...

your shoulders are frozen, cold as the night

2011-11-09T02:06:00.000-08:00

It's been a long time, shouldn't have left you, without another ice cream recipe. Although this isn't ice cream at all but its tangy cousin, Frozen Yoghurt. I did that thing where I dream up a cool ice cream flavour, but then I went and forgot it and tried to retrace my steps mentally to work out exactly what it was that I thought was so good - a bit like that Sweet Valley Twins book where Jessica accidentally made those amazing cookies then pretended that it wasn't an accident and she had to recreate them for the TV show Lifestyles of the French and Famous and they stay up all night trying to work out what the flavour was and then they retrace their steps and get the flavour just in time and also the make up artist makes it look like they had a great night's sleep. And Jessica does not acknowledge that serendipity played a part in her success. Just. Like. That. Fun fact: I didn't Google any of this, I just knew it.

Lucky for me, while trying to work out what it was that entranced me in the first place I managed to come up with something else entirely: Applemint and Fresh Tumeric Frozen Yoghurt. Yep, the very same tumeric that you normally put in curries, and yep, Applemint is just the words Apple and Mint squished together because it pleases me. Also pleasing is this combination of flavourants - crisp apple, cool mint and the golden presence of tumeric. Whatever the original idea was, this one wins - for one thing, it actually exists, unlike the other idea which continued to fade further and hazily-er out of reach the harder I searched for it.

I'm not fussy about all things in life but I am about yoghurt. Clearwater's Organic is the kind that I used for this recipe - it's heavy and rich and topped with cream and you can buy it in a two litre bucket which I find truly exciting. Otherwise I'd look out for Collective Dairy or Zany Zeus, two other NZ brands that are outstanding in the field of excellent yoghurt. If you want to make this vegan, you could replace the yoghurt with a couple of cans of coconut milk and even call it Froconut if you like. Coconut milk makes awesome ice cream, so no need for fear here.

Please notice the beautiful parfait glasses, unexpectedly given to me on a trip to Petone by magnificent ladies Jo and Kim. Having these parfait glasses did motivate me to make some more ice cream to put in them, but that's not saying much really because I could look at a shrub, a sofa cushion, a small badger, and still suddenly want to make ice cream.

Applemint and Fresh Tumeric Frozen Yoghurt

Note - if you don't have access to fresh tumeric, leave it out and add in a teaspoon of ground ginger instead. If you don't have palm sugar, use plain brown sugar or any sugar at all, to be honest. And finally, if you don't have a food processor, just grate up the apple, and finely chop everything else and stir it in. This is just my lazy way.

2 1/2 cups lovely thick plain yoghurt
3 tablespoons palm sugar, roughly chopped
1 Granny Smith apple, roughly chopped (skin on)
About 1 centimetre segment of fresh tumeric, peeled and roughly chopped.
1/4 cup mint leaves - or as much as you like really - washed.

Blitz the apple, sugar and tumeric with a couple of tablespoons of the yoghurt in a food processor, until everything has become tiny and the green skin of the apple is as small as confetti. Add in the mint and the rest of the yoghurt, process for another ten or so seconds to mix everything in, then scrape into a 1-litre container and freeze, stirring occasionally.

Allow to sit out of the freezer for 20 minutes before serving so it's not rock-solid.

To be straight up with you, this will be a lot more luscious if you blast it in the food processor halfway through the freezing process. I couldn't be bothered, and this achieved me a frozen yoghurt full of ice crystals, which I soldiered through and ate anyway. It's still delicious, but keep this in mind. The delicate and fragrant yet juicy apple is perfect with mint's almost-spicy freshness, and the tumeric isn't overtly present but hints at flavours of carrot, ginger and lemon, and it sounds quite cool in the title so don't go leaving it out if you don't have to. It's all very light and refreshing but with plenty of flavour.

To remain straight up with you: frozen yoghurt doesn't necessarily make the most effective ice cream soda. Its icy texture doesn't really amalgamate in with the fizzy drink, instead busting into large particles floating round. It all looks unbelievably undrinkable, but it's all good, as long as you don't look too closely. I thought this flavour would be cool with ginger beer and I was so very correct - just avert your eyes and drink up. And yes, occasionally I succumb to pretty things and these stripy straws were one such instance of that. Just to convince myself that they weren't just bought out of aesthetic aimlessness, I made myself drink the entire glassful through them.

Sometimes pretty > useful.

Speaking of, we had a big clean-out of our closet and found heaps of things that hadn't seen the light of day since we moved in two and a half years ago - including my old pointe shoes. And because instead of tidying, I tend to just wear as much of the clutter as possible...I tried them on.

That on the far left is a bloodstain, in case you're wondering. This pair is actually one of my cleanest - Grischkos, still with the same ribbons I would've sewn on and burnt the edges of so they didn't fray. While there came a point where it was very clear I wasn't going to be a professional of any kind, nothing gave me as much happiness as dancing - I guess not till cooking came along. Best believe I've been prancing round in these more than once since, in fact attempting a pirouette ill-advisedly on our wooden kitchen floor this very evening. Put a stop to that quick though, no need to add more blood stains to these shoes!

Can't believe I forgot to mention this but amongst all the hubbub of last week maybe it's not surprising. A couple of weeks ago Tim and I attended the excellent launch of Fast Fresh Tasty, a new, local food app filled with seasonal and beautiful recipes. It's best described over at the Wellingtonista - but if you're into food apps and have a smartphone I definitely recommend it.

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Title via: The Arctic Monkeys' exciting 2005 debut, I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor. I wrote a probably terrible essay in uni on how The Internet was changing the music industry because these guys had a fanbase on Myspace or something. It all makes me feel very old and very young at the same time.

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Music lately:

The opening of The Crystals' Da Doo Ron Ron has got to be one of the best there is, with those blaring horns and galloping handclaps. We used to sing this song in primary school, but it wasn't nearly as cool as the original itself.

Heavy D and The Boyz, We Got Our Own Thing. RIP, Heavy D.

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Next time: No kidding, I thought up another ice cream recipe idea almost immediately, but I might put that on hold and serve you up an awesome Christmas Cake recipe - you can't ignore that it's rapidly approaching, and Christmas Cakes need plenty of planning ahead!

am I ever gonna see my wedding day?

2011-11-06T01:48:00.000-07:00

To sleep, perchance to dream, that is the question...is not actually what Hamlet said, but I've helpfully paraphrased. It seems I'm either pursuing or avoiding sleep, but hardly ever actually just having it when I should be. Damn you elusive sleep you! (and that definitely wasn't Shakespeare, although it's fun to imagine Hamlet saying it while shaking his fist so hard his pantaloons start to flap around.) Luckily this recipe for Cambodian Wedding Day Dip is so easy you could make it in while sleep deprived, but equally it's so loaded with aggressive flavours that it wakes you up fast like one of those dreams where you're walking along and then all of a sudden you trip over and slide into your own bed like an elaborate home-run in that sport with the home runs. (I'm just playing, I know it's softball - I was so dedicated to the Baby Sitters Club that I never once skipped the boring chapters about Kristy's team that she coached.)

The knife really doesn't have any purpose here but I'm so not good at these exposition type shots and it just felt right to put it there, okay?

My current state of sleepiness is self-inflicted though - last night Tim and I met up with our friends Pia and Fiona (Piona!) and went to this park on Mt Vic to have a picnic and watch the fireworks. They're two of the nicest, funnest people we know and excellent hosts - Pia was all "we made a fancy salad" and I was all "I know, I can see it" while having their beetroot and chickpea salad and then she was all "no, this!" and pulled out another amazing salad with sliced oranges and black olives. After the fireworks (which were spectacular, although not quite as exciting as Pia running from flames like an action hero when one of her own fireworks fell over after being lit) they then invited us to play Cranium with Fiona's sister and their friends, which went on till 2am. It may not sound so cool, but correctly identify Harry Belafonte's Banana Boat song after your teammate hums three bars of it and see how cool you feel.

Despite this ongoing feeling that I'm running towards something that keeps moving further away, this week has, upon reflection, been full of really good things. I'm going to try to keep this succinct: Broadway Bites is the blog set up by these actual Broadway stars like Adam Chanler-Berat of Next to Normal and Andy Senor Jr from a million different casts of RENT, including the international tour with Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp, and Matt Shingledecker from Spring Awakening. And all three of them are in RENT's off-Broadway revival. And they ran this competition on their blog where you email in your favourite breakfast recipe and so I did (these two) not even thinking I'd hear anything from it, and then - to take us back to the start of the story - I got this tweet from them saying I'd won, and it linked to this video of them having made the recipe and talking about it and making a porridge recipe I sent them and performing in the musical that this blog was named for. And tweeting me. To sum up: Ha-whaaa? While there's no reason people on Broadway should be interested in this blog just because I talk about Broadway musicals in relation to food, I've also always dreamed of this happening, ever since I started writing it four years ago. Now if the amazing Julia Murney could just check out my recipe for pancakes... (that's a Broadway injoke, sorry everyone.)

Then I get this parcel from Kate, who Tim and I stayed with in Oxford earlier this year - remember, her and her husband were complete strangers to us but they were from New Zealand and she liked my blog? We had a fantastic time and they were lovely of course, and when she emailed asking for my address because she had something to send me for my blog's fourth birthday, I was expecting, say, a novelty keyring, but it was in fact a cookbook almost but not quite as gigantic as author Hugh Fearnley-Whittingsall's name, and entirely dedicated to vegetarian recipes, which I love.

This recipe comes from that cookbook and as I said, it's called Cambodian Wedding Day Dip, which is a pretty romantic name because it's not only a food but it also sounds like a cool dance. The ingredients are the kind that I float towards like a moth to a light source - peanut butter, coconut milk, chili - plus plenty of chopped up mushrooms - all of which politely resist overpowering each other and instead all let each other shine gently as they roll over your tastebuds. Creamy, nutty sweetness respectfully busting a move with spicy, earthy smoky flavours.

It's next-level delicious, somehow showcasing the richness of the peanut butter and coconut milk without tasting like you're eating satay sauce (not a bad thing, it's just different) and you don't even need to be having a wedding to dip sliced up vegetables in it. It's worth keeping in mind that the finished product is essentially a pale brown paste, hence my liberal carpeting of coriander leaves in the photos. Coriander is like the icing sugar of the savoury world: makes everything look all good again. Tonight Tim had it over rice for dinner, I'd eaten so much of it during the cooking process, that I was too full for that kind of commitment. But not to the point where I couldn't sneak out later and eat some dip and then cry "Agh! So Full! What Hath I Wrought!" like Hamlet totally would.

Truly. That stack of crackers - with which this Cambodian Wedding Day Dip is ideal - was much, much higher when I started taking these photos. Kate - thanks so much again for sending this to me and I totally recommend this recipe (gluten and dairy-free, hey-ohh!)

Cambodian Wedding Day Dip

500g chestnut mushrooms (confession: used plain old button shrooms. All I could find)
1 tablespoon oil (I use rice bran)
1 small red chilli, finely chopped (I used a tablespoon of sambal oelek, it's what I had)
3 garlic cloves, crushed
1 tablespoon curry powder or mild curry paste (further confession: the vagueness of this direction and my lack of any curry paste whatsoever led me to leave this out and shake in a little cinnamon and ground cumin, some weird instinct kicking in I guess.)
2 tablespoons crunchy peanut butter (confession: I followed this step exactly)
1 x 400ml can coconut milk
Juice of half a lime (used a lemon, had no lime)
Dash of soy sauce
Coriander leaves (optional, but used them because I actually had them).

Finely dice the mushrooms, or blitz them in the food processor. Not toooo fine - you want them to be the size of, say...I can't actually think but you want them bigger than grains of rice, okay? Like 4mm square, ish. Heat the oil in a pan and fry the mushrooms, stirring while the liquid in them appears and then evaporates. Add the chili and the garlic, and cook a little further, before adding the peanut butter and curry paste (if you've got it) and stirring through the mushrooms. Tip in the coconut milk, and then let it bubble away, stirring often so it doesn't burn, till it reduces down and is much thicker.

Those weren't the only good things that happened this week though, I know, what kind of happy-go-lucky weirdos are we? Not that happy-go-lucky, I promise you. I for one, am more like clumsy-go-anxious. But sometimes you can actually force happy-go-luckiness to come your way, like when you throw a Simpsons party and invite your friends round and make a giant donut and floor-pie and an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet and nuts'n'gum. And your friends bring twinkies and rib-wiches and candy. And you all drink Skittlebrau. It was amazing fun. I'm going to be writing about it for 3news.co.nz's National News section (just kidding, it's under lifestyle) so if you ever get the urge to throw yourself a similar party, you'll know how. So many people came along even though it was a very last-minute thing, the sort of people that are so good for your soul that all you can hope is that you provide some kind of similar function in return.
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Title via: Wedding Bell Blues by the late Laura Nyro. Her voice is stunning, this song is all sad and poignant, and when you put the two together, my stars it is something. Props for the cool name too, Nyro.
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Music lately:

SWV, It's All About U. Some 90s R'n'B is so gold that while you're listening to it, it feels better than any music of any other genre ever. Not that it's a competition, you can like more than one thing. What I'm saying is, I love this song.

Erykah Badu is coming to New Zealand! That's good. But it's to a festival that's far, far away from Wellington. That's not so good. Might have to get my vicarious and much cheaper thrills by just playing more of her amazing music.
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Next time: I made some frozen yoghurt! But I also made more things from this book. I think frozen yoghurt will win though.

i need to be dazzling, i want to be rainbow high

2011-10-30T03:54:00.000-07:00

For all that I occasionally struggle to count to ten accurately (specifically, I lose count of things really quickly. I can count to ten. I can!) my brain does put itself to good use coming up with ideas. I was in the middle of implementing one pavlova idea that I'd thought up when my brain sidestepped and reached into a previously unused pocket and presented me with yet another cool idea for pavlova.

This is the first idea. I got to thinking that we humans cover pavlova with various fruits - and that's all. There's good reason for this - pavlova is tongue-dissolvingly sweet, and fruit provides contrast of both texture and relatively lower sugar content. But when thinking about things that aren't fruit, I hypothesised that a pavlova covered in smarties (or m'n'ms or pebbles or whatever, but let's stick with smarties while we're here) would be dazzling to look at and delicious to eat - imagining crunch of candy-covered chocolate against marshmallowy, yielding pavlova. Thick cream in the middle to sandwich it all together. And all those rainbow colours against an off-white pavlova base.

My hypothesis may have been shaky and my mathematics half-hearted, but truly:

Pavlova:

+ all of this:

= oh my goshness unbelievable gasp flavoursome excellence jazzy rainbow candy wow (and also this whole time you were performing a gleeful can can without even realising it.)

It actually tasted exactly like I imagined it would. Nice one, brain o' mine! Now, don't be fooled: this is sweet. But the crunchiness somehow counteracts the solid sugar hit. Apparently a glass of milk alongside is good. This is a highly decent fall-back pavlova recipe too, with only four egg whites and a straightforward, as far as these things go, method. The end result was almost weightless, large, and had a crisp, melt-in-mouth exterior encasing a soft interior.

Smartie Pavlova

(or whatever you call the lollies) (and really, name it what you like, I'm not watching at your window like Kathy in Wuthering Heights to see what you call it. I can, however, be persuaded to dance like Kate Bush's interpretation of her!)

Pavlova recipe itself from Nigella Lawson's seminal text How To Eat.

4 egg whites

250g sugar (caster sugar if you can)

2 teaspoons cornflour

1 teaspoon vinegar - I used cider vinegar

300ml bottle of fresh cream

2 tablespoons brown sugar

Between 300g and 500g smarties/m'n'ms/pebbles/equivalent. I picked out all the brown and white ones and ate them because I wanted bright colours only.

Set your oven to 180 C/350 F. In a very clean non-plastic bowl, either whisk or beat with a mixer machine thing the egg whites till very frothy and quite stiff. In every other recipe in the world that I've seen, you're supposed to add the sugar a tiny little bit at a time, but Nigella reckons to just add this quantity a third at a time. I nervously went with the incremental approach, but anyway, it's going to get very, very thick and stunningly glossy. As you get on you can add the sugar in larger quantities.

Spread it on a paper-lined baking tray to a circle of around 22cm across, smoothing out the top as well as you can, then put in the oven and carefully shut the door. Immediately reduce the heat to 150 C/300 F and bake for between an hour, and an hour and a quarter. Allow to cool.

Whisk the cream and brown sugar until stiff and spreadable, but not so stiff that it's getting granular and threatening to turn into butter. Spread it thickly across the top of your cooled pav, and then carefully topple over the smarties. Half of them will probably fall off, but just scoop them up and use them to fill in the gaps. Admire.

This pavlova was carefully ferried by myself to be sliced into by friends while watching the important modern drama Gossip Girl. As you can see in the above photo the colouring on the candy shells of the smarties bleeds out a little on the cream - this is no real biggie but if you're planning on trying this, decorate it at the last minute. The actual pavlova itself should last for a good long time in an airtight container, but everything else, assemble as late in the piece as you can to keep it at its twinklingly polychromatic best. Don't be afraid of how ridiculous this may seem to you: it's delicious and it makes sense when you gaze upon it and when you bite into it.

Oh, and if you're feeling only partially motivated to make pavlova, I've made another video to add to my collection of cooking tutorials this time with some fast tips and tricks on how to get your pavlova game on. I'm not sure how many tips there actually are, as you can see I lose count. But the price is right.

The pavlova that I'm making in the video, is the same pavlova that I'm talking about here. Synergy!

A few days after the last remaining slice of that pavlova disappeared, I met with the same group of friends at the same house, for a Halloween party. Neither Tim nor I had ever been to one before so we went all out, like Cady Heron in Mean Girls. None of this "I'm a mouse, duh!" here. I fulfilled a long-held desire to dress up as Elphaba/Wicked Witch of the West from Wicked (didn't have time or a willing photographer to let me recreate every promotional photo since 2003, but maybe next Halloween) and it was so fun. That's green eyeshadow all over my face, not facepaint - a little advice from me to you - and the hottest, itchiest, prone-to-moultingest $2 shop wig ever. A huge thanks to our amazing hostess Jo.

Yeah, I downloaded Instagram. I wasn't glowing fuzzily like that in real life. It's just so prevalent that I start to wonder if the events I'm snapping really happened if they don't feature blown-out lighting or a rosy glow. And it makes my grainy phone photos look like they're supposed to be that way.

Tim...well, I asked his permission to put a photo of him here, which may serve as some warning for what you're about to see. So there's the TV show Parks and Recreation, then there's the mighty and wonderful character Ron Swanson, owner of glorious mustache, whittler of canoes, eater of bacon, resembler-er of cats. Until one episode where - spoilers! - things go wrong with an ex-wife he can't quit, and he ends up in prison, with cornbraids, a chunk missing from his mustache, a satin bathrobe and dark shadows under his eyes. Tim went as that version of Ron Swanson, and I spent two hours braiding his hair into what you see below (photo by Jo):

I promise Tim's fantastic-looking on non-Halloween days. Just type "Ron Swanson" into google images and you'll see pretty fast the point of reference. This photo is one of my favourites - the ominous red-eye, the ominous reflection in the mirror, the ominous gleam in his satin bathrobe. Proud of my handiwork. And it was such a good night, culminating in some feverish dancing to Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights (I told you I could be persuaded) and some very specific and still-memorised dance moves to the Spice Girls' important song Wannabe.

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Title via: Rainbow High from the musical Evita, which is such a gloriously stompy song and is best showcased by a much younger and giggly but still terrifyingly talented Patti LuPone, the original star on Broadway, performing it at Les Mouches nightclub.

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Music lately:

Well, Spice Girls/Wannabe and Kate Bush/Wuthering Heights...of course.

Also the new video for David Dallas' awesome song Start Looking Round is as good as you'd expect it to be, considering his recent output. Even with no kittens in it like the last one had.

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Next time: On Saturday morning Tim and I met up with aforementioned Jo and also Kim in Petone and we kept running into each other and they gave me - well, Tim and I - parfait glasses! And now I want to make ice cream to put in the glasses. Because they are beautiful and I love them (the glasses AND the ladies.)

Oh yeah and the idea-within-an-idea for pavlova was, okay, imagine if instead of putting whipped cream on pavlovas, there was cream cheese icing instead? Maybe with caramel sauce on top or strawberries or who knows. Or imagine little tiny meringues sandwiched together with cream cheese. I just need a reason to try this, is all, so if someone has a need for an experimental pavlova in their life...

"and one pasta with meatless balls (ew)"

2011-10-24T19:10:00.000-07:00

It hasn't been all that long since I've blogged last but it feels like it - to me at least - and for a while I just stared at the photos of the quinoa I made feeling a bit "meh" and disconnected from it. Then the more I looked at the photos, the more I remembered how delicious it was and now I'm feeling all enthusiastic about this recipe again.

So why's it been a while since I've blogged? On Friday afternoon, Tim and I left the city to stay in Wairoa with his grandparents, aunties, uncles, cousins, sisters, mother...and some awesomely cute canaries that his grandad has been keeping. One of them honestly looks like its mum gave it a bowlcut, the feathers on top of its head all sprayed out flat give it the most adorably vexed expression. I tried to get a photo but it didn't work. I did, however, get a photo of one of their cats, an enormous thing that would come and lean heavily on you like a dog does, and which would luxuriate in the sun like so - in the sort of way that makes your own lazing around seem inelegant and stiff-ankled in comparison.

But, back to stuff that I ate ages ago. After a cool lady that I work with mentioned that she'd successfully imitated a particular dish from Deluxe cafe using quinoa, I was inspired to try it myself, only making it completely vegan - why not? You're already using quinoa, might as well go all out. And then I wanted to modify it further, to make a kind of meatballs-type recipe. I didn't like the name "quinoa balls" and couldn't think of what to call these nubbly orbs - something about "BALLS" in a food title to me indicates it's only imitating something else, plus, you know, the anatomical description does the dish no favours. ("Groin!") Strangely, meatballs themselves manage to safely avoid both connotations.

The quinoa ended up solving this issue for me, even though I didn't see it as a good thing at first. See, the quinoa would not be balled. See the above picture? You can spot the granules already escaping at the edges, unwilling to maintain sphericality, but I can't even express the amount of coaxing and spooning and rolling that it took just to get them to that shoddy, crumbling state. Nonetheless, I persevered and baked them, thinking that the heat might bind them together. It didn't. They got even more crumbly and reluctant. In fact, of the sixteen balls that I put my heart, soul, and flavoursome sweat into rolling, but one survived the journey.

So now it's just Baked Quinoa with Miso Tomato Sauce, and I don't have to worry about the whole "balls" naming issue. It took me some time to get to this calm place of acceptance, though. One ball. Out of sixteen.

The tomato sauce is particularly magical, with a secret ingredient. And that ingredient is Peanut Butter. Yes. It thickens the sauce up a treat, and gives it an ever-so-slight nutty richness without tasting like a piece of toast fell in your sauce by mistake. Don't leave it out! Unless you're allergic to nuts, but you didn't need me to tell you that.

Baked Quinoa With Miso Tomato Sauce (The M in Miso is also for "Magically Delicious")

1 cup quinoa
3 tablespoons sesame seeds
3 tablespoons poppy seeds
1 tablespoon coriander seeds
3 tablespoons tahini, or hummus if you have it
1 teaspoon ground cumin

Sauce

1 can tomatoes, preferably the chopped kind
1 teaspoon dijon mustard (or grainy, if that's all you've got)
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon hot sauce (or more or none at all if you like)
1 tablespoon white miso paste
1-2 tablespoons peanut butter (or tahini, if you prefer)
A few tablespoons fresh thyme leaves

Rocket and almonds to serve.

Set your oven to 200 C.

Rinse the quinoa in a sieve under cold water - helps get the inevitable dust off - and tip into a pan which has about three cups of water in it. Bring to the boil and cook till the grains are tender, pale and fluffy. Drain, back in that same sieve if you like, and tip into a bowl. Mix in the rest of the ingredients, season to taste, and spread across the base of a small roasting dish. (Line the dish with baking paper if you like - easy cleanup, hey-ohh!) Bake for 15 minutes.

Empty the can of tomatoes into a pan, then fill it halfway up again with water and tip that in the pan too. Add all the sauce ingredients except the thyme - using your wooden spoon to break up the peanut butter and miso and get it mixed in - then bring to the boil and allow to bubble away for a couple of minutes while stirring, till thickened some.

Take the quinoa out of the oven, pour over the sauce, then return to the oven for another ten minutes. Strew with rocket leaves and almonds, and serve with pride.

Despite causing me some trouble initially, this is exceptionally good-tasting stuff. The quinoa's weightless texture and nutty flavour is emphasised with the addition of poppyseeds and sesame seeds, the sauce covering the deliciousness spectrum from salty to rich to sweet. Pour it over pasta or rice or even over real meatballs, it's supremely lovely.

And yeah, the rugby world cup final happened and we won. My disinterest in the game remains, but as everyone else was watching it on Sunday night at Tim's grandparents' it would've been rude not to play along. So I offered some ideas for the drinking game: 1) have a sip every time the commentators indulge in outrageous hyperbole like "a nation at a standstill", and 2) every time the word "groin" is mentioned we all cry "GROIN!" and sip our drink. I'm not actually big on drinking games, preferring to just drink in my own time, but fear not - it was more about coming up with rules than anything else, and we only had one drink each. I also, with not unnoticed irony, was the one of the whole rugby-interested crowd who managed to get the closest prediction of when the first try scored would be and what the final score would be. Flummoxedly baffled doesn't even cover it.
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Title via: the Broadway musical RENT - again! - and the Act 1 closer La Vie Boheme. Not to write an essay - I could - but I like this bit in the song, because it really does swirl round in a flurry of earnestness but then the waiter appears talking about their orders for miso soup and seaweed salad and tofu and so on, as if to say just the sort of thing you'd expect from them, thus subverting the earnestness somewhat. Anyway. That's a story for another (hotly-anticipated, no doubt) essay. As always with RENT, I direct you towards both the movie version and the original Broadway version from opening night, 1996.
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Music lately:

One of the fun thing about long car journeys is playing DJ. I didn't have the time to make an actual playlist (just another thing I didn't have time for!) so instead I went through the songs alphabetically and just chose one when it took my fancy. There's not much more fun when you've been going round winding roads and the driver's feeling weary, to put on Orinocco Flow and yell "Best Car Song Ever! SAIL AWAY SAIL AWAY SAIL AWAY!" It's always appreciated.

I also love this song Best of Me by local singer Ria Hall. Love that there's a mix of English and Te Reo in there and also that the station I listen to is thrashing it at the moment.
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Next time: I'm making a pavlova, and if it works out alright, you'll be seeing it here.

girls would turn the color of the avocado when he would drive down their street in his el dorado

2011-10-17T03:17:00.000-07:00

Magical things, avocados.

But first a BIG thank you, as big as the words Thank You made out of colourful rubber and inflated to the size of a forty-foot building, with a noble capybara balancing on top of it looking thoughtfully into the distance, for all the nice comments and emails about my last blog post. From the bottom of my chocolate-iced heart.

Back to avocados; aren't they exciting? Like nature's version of rich creamery butter, kept in an endearingly curvaceous, bumpy casing. Nutty and smooth and yes, buttery, I love it mashed into guacamole to be scooped up with corn chips, spread on toast for a breakfast treat anytime of day, or sliced into a bowl of salad so that you can try and surreptitiously dig for it all with the spoons when serving yourself.

But to turn them into pudding? Inconceivable!

Conceive of this. I know I go on about Hannah at Wayfaring Chocolate a fair bit, so I'll try and squash down the enthusiasm a little here so I don't sound like some kind of creepy person who waits outside your window and cries "the hunter has become the hunted!" No, it's not like that. It's just that she's got one of my favourite food blogs in the world, is all. And while I've heard of using avocados in non-savoury recipes, it was she who prised open my eyes to how delicious and non-threatening it could be. Through the medium of raw vegan brownies. Regular baked brownies have their place (and that place is a table marked "DELICIOUS THINGS HERE, PLEASE") but it's fun to push the limits of creativity in the kitchen sometimes by restricting your parameters. Which is what Hannah did with this amazingly delicious recipe.

Yes, those are useless-ish stripy novelty straws: they make my heart soar, and what price soaring? Occasionally I buy into pretty things, and occasionally...I literally buy them. Treat yo'self.

A daring mixture of dates and nuts are whizzed up in a food processor with cocoa to form the base, and then the power of a whole avocado is harnessed to create the icing. It's amazing - you add golden syrup and cocoa and suddenly it turns into this creamy, darkly chocolatey, shiny ganache-like substance.

Unfortunately when I busted anticipationally into the avocado it wasn't entirely usable - instead of two bowl-like halves offering up smooth, unbroken greenness, there were significant portions that were bruised and horribly stringy. I scooped out what was salvageable, and this is why the layer of icing on my brownies is sadly thin. But another time, another avocado.

Raw Vegan Chocolate Brownies with Spectacular Avocado Icing

Adapted slightly, and respectfully, from Hannah's recipe which she adapted from another recipe of her own anyway: inception! Feel free however to just click through to hers.

2 cups nuts: I used a mixture of almonds and pecans, but near-on anything would suit.

2 cups dates, roughly sliced

1/3 cup cocoa powder

Blend the living heck out of these ingredients in a food processor. It may take some time to come together. Eventually it will be a fine-ish, crumbly mixture of tiny ingredient particles. Turn it out into a baking dish, roughly 20cm square or a little bigger or smaller. Press down on it with a spoon, freeze while you make the icing.

1 ripe, perfect avocado

2 tablespoons golden syrup

2 tablespoons cocoa

2 teaspoons vanilla extract (optional, by which I mean I forgot)

Small pinch of salt

Thoroughly clean out your food processor, then blend all of the above till smooth and shiny and amazing. Add more of anything to taste, then spread evenly across the base. Return to the freezer, slice once 'set'.

I admit: I had issues making this. I increased the base quantities a bit from Hannah's recipe and I don't know if it was because of that, but the food processor just Would. Not. Break. Them. Down. Rather than being sliced up, it was like the blades were some kind of carnival ride for the dates and nuts to scoot round on. I'd be processing the heck out of it, take the lid off, look in: perfect, whole almonds and dates. Stir it round, repeat. Look in: perfect, unblemished nuts and dates. So confusing. I'm not sure if I should've soaked the dates first or something but eventually, eventually, they started to break down. This is why I recommend you chop them first.

But despite that, as long as you own a food processor these are a complete breeze to make, and even though I've only eaten a few pieces I know I'm going to make this again, and often. For one thing, to get a better quantity of icing. For another thing, to try out all the different flavours (except carob, I can't go for that) like having maple syrup in the icing or walnuts in the base. This is incredibly delicious stuff - a little crumbly, although I suspect that's my own fault - but caramelly and dark and biscuity and cold and wonderful. Something about the texture of the dates and the intensity of the cocoa makes it taste and feel almost like solid chocolate. And the icing - oh my. Even with the mean scraping of it across the top it's almost aggressively luscious, showing how avocados in sweet things makes total sense - the buttery flavour, its yielding texture, and whipped-cream body. And they're vegan and gluten-free! (Well I'm not sure if golden syrup is strictly vegan, but it seems to be...if not, just use maple syrup as per her recipe.)

Thanks Hannah - and I urge you to run, not walk, to her blog and read through all the other good things she's come up with.

What have we been up to lately, apart from eating all this brownie? Hung out with Jo, empress of the internet, on Saturday, and went to the SPCA to drop off some newspapers but also to hang out with the beautiful cats and dogs there for a bit - seriously, I want them all. Baddddd. Words can only hint at how cool the cats were and at the depths of love in the dogs' eyes. I just wish we had the space! We were a little slow-moving that day though because what started off as a spontaneous BYO dinner to toast Jo's job success on the previous night had escalated into a spontaneous-er wingding at our place. On Sunday I went with Tim to the Wellington Phoenix's first football game of the season (The Pheen, as I call them, but it doesn't seem to be catching on). It almost didn't happen - the internet cafe I usually go to was inexplicably full, then when I finally found another one my e-ticket refused to print for ages. The upshot of it was that arriving late to the stadium meant I didn't suffer that mid-point slump - I do love the Pheen but as I really don't like sports in the first place, my attention span is not cut out for ninety minutes of people running round kicking a ball. Anyway, they won, which was super pleasant.
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Title via: The laconic and shambling but nonetheless exciting Pablo Picasso, by the Modern Lovers. LOVE this band. Not least for the fact that they use the word avocado in this song.
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Music lately:

Shout, Isley Brothers. I know I say this about so many songs, but this has just got to be one of the best songs in the world. It's beautiful.

Badd Energy, Third Eye - am a huge Coco Solid (she who makes up part of this act) fan so clicked through the moment I saw a link to this. While it stands up easily on its own, if you can watch the video you're in for some fun times. Fun cats-wearing-robes-and-shooting-at-you times.
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Next time: I tried making quinoa balls tonight, kinda like meatballs, and while they predictably fell to bits what was there tasted SO SO good and so that'll likely be my next blog post.

how do you measure, measure a year?

2011-10-13T03:30:00.000-07:00

...or four years, even. HungryandFrozen, this very blog that you are granting the power of your eyeballs to, is now four years old! How significant! To me! There's no "it's our birthday but you get the presents" happening here because I only just remembered a few days ago, and I'm not going to write anything profound that also sums up my whole life up until this point - but kindly let me indulge in some hazy-eyed pridefulness (I warn you, I'm writing this very late at night, so I may run into lengthy hyperbole even more so than usual.) HungryandFrozen has grown and changed and thankfully improved with me through the years, and become an important, central part of my life. Which might be a weird thing to say about a website, but consider that it has allowed me...

- to document my life
- to channel the millions of ideas flying in my head into something so said head doesn't fall off from the pressure build-up
- to help the village I grew up in
- to get free accommodation with strangers in Oxford (thanks again, Kate!)
- to make some of the best new friends ever (the kind you feel instantly able to tell all your secrets to and in turn never whisper theirs to anyone)
- to be on the cover of a magazine in all my resolutely unphotogenic glory
- to get a radio interview
- to be nominated for (but not win, sniffle) cool awards
- to attempt to become a kind of Ruth Reichl-esque double act with Tim while reviewing cafes for a national paper
- to learn from others' writing and photography
- to be certain that I'd be kindred spirits with certain other faraway food bloggers
- and to force my dreams upon you all in the hopes that if I say them enough and work hard enough they've just got to come true eventually.

And to create many a recklessly long and indulgently unedited sentence. It took me a while for the format to settle into this happy little rut with strict, unchanging elements: long-form, title quoting/mangling a song I like (or occasionally an exceptional TV/movie quote), recipe included, but never just a recipe, always with life and thoughts thrown round it like a cape - and it's not one I plan on straying from.

Let me tell you a story: Tim and I first moved to Wellington in early 2006 and we had very little money (or things - for about three months our bed was two single mattresses pushed together on the floor, with all the softness and back support of a weet-bix.) Tim forwent his insulin (kidding! I'm kidding so hard I can't even get to the end of the sentence before I interrupt to reassure you it's not true) so I could buy Nigella Lawson's seminal text How To Eat. I loved cooking so much and she had a way of presenting every meal, no matter how simple, as if it was something exciting for you to be doing for yourself. Like that's how you deserved to eat. Again, with the no-money thing, if I ever cooked a recipe from her book it felt like I should photograph it, because it was such a big exciting deal, every dinner an occasion. I guess that's where the whole documentation of what I eat vibe came about. Not a great story, but...it's true. And now, here's a cake.

This cake has nothing to do with my blog being four years old, it's just a coincidence. It's also a Hummingbird Cake, from the American South, where the food is good.

I didn't bother shifting the mess in the background of this photo, because I was lazy, but it was symbolic of the mess this cake itself caused - while stirring up the cream cheese icing I moved my spoon a little too sharply through the mixture and ended up shifting a dust-cloud of icing sugar all over myself. I was wearing a wooly jumper at the time and the icing sugar gleefully burrowed into its fibres. But still I caked on.

How this came about was that Tim brought home some uneaten bananas from his work. I could've turned them into modest muffins or banana bread, but uninspired by those this time round I turned instead to Hummingbird cake. What is this? Imagine banana cake...but with pineapple in it too, studded with pecans, double-layered and thickly painted with cream cheese icing. It's like a really well-accessorised banana cake (the pecans would so be the earrings) (okay, on a roll here, the icing on top would be the cape, the icing in the middle a belt, and the pineapples...stick on diamantes? Sparkly hairpins?)

It's the sort of thing I'd be tempted to tinker further with, in the name of improvement - adding coconut, mangoes, rum, grated carrots, white chocolate, maple syrup, that kind of thing. But believe me when I say it's beautiful as is - anything else added would be delicious, but I wanted to try it in its purest form first. That said, I did spread some lemon curd between the layers. So, I guess I didn't quite listen to own lofty advice. That alone was the extent of my tinkering, I swear.

While it might look terrifyingly well-stacked, for one thing there were some recipes calling for triple layers, and for another thing, as with many recipes that I present here, there are options. As this makes two hefty cakes which you then sit on top of each other, you could always just halve the mixture and still be having a good time. The cream cheese icing is a little non-negotiable, but leave it off and the recipe's suddenly dairy-free. Pecans, again, give it that proper southern vibe, but they are expensive - I believe their cheaper friend, the walnut, would be a more than delicious substitute.

Hummingbird Cake

Recipe via this one I found at The Enquirer - thanks, Enquirer!

3 eggs

2 cups sugar

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 cup oil (I use rice bran)

2 cups mashed ripe bananas (about 4 bananas)

1 can crushed pineapple

3 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

Set your oven to 180 C/350 F and take two 22cm caketins and line them with baking paper. If you're halving this, the three eggs are going to be an issue...My guess would be to use two eggs.

Whisk together the eggs, oil and sugar till frothy, then mix in the fruits and the cinnamon. Sift in the dry ingredients, fold together, then divide evenly between the two tins. Smooth out the surface with a spoon. Bake for about an hour until done - two cakes in the oven dilutes the heat a bit, I had to bake one of the layers for at least another half hour.

Icing:

2 x 250 containers cream cheese

Icing sugar

This is going to make WAY more than you need, but I suspect that just one container of cream cheese wouldn't be quite enough. I'm happy to be proven wrong though. Make sure your cream cheese is at room temperature - that's important, it's like trying to stir a brick otherwise - and whisk it up till smooth. Stir it icing sugar, probably around 250g but just keep going till it's very thick and doesn't look like it's going to slide off the cake at the first chance.

Sit one of the cakes on a plate, and spread it thickly with cream cheese icing, leaving about an inch border free to allow for spreading. Sit the second cake on top, and thickly spread this with the icing too. Most cakes you see online have the sides iced too, but I suspected, probably correctly, that my icing would just fall off. You could always follow the recipe I linked through to, which uses butter in the icing and is therefore more likely to be secure.

The swiftest of glances at the ingredients list will mean it's no surprise how luscious and gorgeous this cake is, but let me tell you anyway. Rich-textured with all that banana, gratifyingly enormous, with the summery, juicy flavour of pineapple, the smoky, soft crunch of the pecans, and the sticky, sharp cream cheese icing glueing it all together. It's gloriously un-sensible and yet it's not too much more effort than a regular banana cake, and what little effort you do have to put in is rewarded with some outrageous amounts of deliciousness.

Speaking of un-sensible, I made a new tutorial video!

This one's all about making bread, so if this intrigues you in the very slightest and you've got a spare ten minutes, kindly hit that play button.

Hard to believe it's already mid-October. It's also hard to believe the horrible, terrible situation in Tauranga with the Rena oil spill - I'm not going to say anything about it in case I say too much, but it makes me feel sick, sad and angry.

So what next? I love this blog and I'm in no way ready to retire and receive my cut-glass bowl or gold watch. I guess I'll keep working on my list, keep trying to discover recipes, keep writing and climbing that mountain (totally metaphorical, I'd never climb an actual mountain...never again) and just generally do things that involve the word "keep". Thanks so much, from the bottom of my butter-clogged heart, to everyone who was there from the start (that's you, Mum and Nanna) to everyone who's stuck around, and basically to everyone who's ever given me their time. Because, while the love of food and writing about it is strong, the knowledge that there are people out there reading this every time something new crops up is what really keeps me coming back here.

THANK YOU.

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Title via: Since this blog started with the musical RENT it might as well have a mid-point reflection with RENT too. This song is so, so very beautiful and I recommend aggressively that you watch both the original Broadway cast version and the movie version featuring many of the original Broadway cast. As a shrewd youtube commenter said, "Whoever disliked this cant Measure".

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Music lately:

I honestly nearly cried when I listened to Tina Turner singing River Deep Mountain High recently, I think I was a bit underslept, to be fair, but the combination of the incredible, soaring melody and her wobbly, emotional voice hit me like a pie to the face. An emotional pie.

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Next time: Not nearly as much emotion, for one thing. I've got ideas, but I don't have anything actual, so we will see.

Also: editing this to submit it to Sweet New Zealand - monthly blogging event created by Alessandra Zecchini, and this month hosted by lovely Sue of Couscous and Consciousness. Late, but not so late...that it's too late.

she gets too hungry, for dinner at eight

2011-10-09T03:25:00.000-07:00

I am a tired person these days. It's because I think about this blog a lot. I think about what I can do on it. I think about whether other people are thinking about it, loving it as much as I do. I stay up late writing stuff. I write stuff early in the morning. I'm not sure if it's the sort of thing you're supposed to admit, but it's true. When I finally go to bed at night, instead of relaxing into a powerful sleep, my silly brain is all "meeean now's my chance to brainstorm! Get it? I'm a brain! Time to plan a squillion smurfillion things...to stay awake and think. Hard." My kingdom for a more cooperative brain! (Or as some dry fellow once said, "if I only had a brain!") (Also I had a late night last night at a party for cool lady Kim's birthday. Double tiredness! But this was the good kind at least.)

Conversely, I'll often arrive at needing to make dinner, one of my favourite times of the day, and my brain'll be all "umm...there's cookbooks everywhere, and yet...I can't even?" However this week, despite not sleeping all that much and having a brain whittled down to a nub, I somehow managed to get some spontaneous inspiration happening. So I made sure I remembered what I did. I don't have the monopoly on tiredness, needing to eat and wanting something delicious all at the same time, and these two hasty dinners I made recently might work for you too.

Spicy Tomatoes and Chickpeas with Coconut Milk.

Fun because: three cans of stuff = dinner. And it takes all of seven minutes and costs hardly anything.

Pasta with Bacon, Pears, Pecans, Rocket

Fun because: you can change heaps of the ingredients for other things you have.

Spicy Chickpeas with Tomatoes and Coconut Milk

1 can tomatoes
1 can chickpeas
1 can coconut milk
1 teaspoon each of the following: cumin seeds, coriander seeds, cinnamon, nigella seeds...oh, whatever you like, really, but that's a good mix)
1 tablespoon chilli sauce
1 onion
Optional - to garnish - plain yoghurt, coriander, more coriander seeds.

Disclosure: my canned tomatoes were the cherry kind, and my chickpeas were "brun" because I go in for fancy stuff like that, but the plainest of plain stuff will be great too.

Slice up the onion, and fry it in a little oil over a good fierce heat till browned. Tip in the drained chickpeas, the tomatoes (with their juice), the spices, and the chilli sauce and let it come to the boil. Simmer away, stirring, for a couple of minutes, then pour in as much coconut milk as you like, stir, and remove from the heat. Divide between two bowls, and top with whatever garnish you fancy.

We got delicious, quilt-sized garlic naans from Aaina (at 255 Cuba Street) and they were perfect for absorbing up this soupy spicy mess and making it feel like a feast. The mild coconut milk seeps into the spiced up tomatoes, the sturdy chickpeas give it some body - add a little chilli sauce and it's gonna rock your pants. It's vegan till you add the yoghurt - which isn't even necessary, you could just drizzle over whatever's clung to the coconut milk can - completely gluten free too.

Pasta with Bacon, Pears, Pecans and Rocket

This was inspired by a recipe of Al Brown's in the latest Cuisine magazine. I admit, I tried getting in touch with my deeply Germanic roots by making Spaetzle, a kind of pasta dish that I love but have only ever had made for me. The recipe didn't quite work for me...like the pasta ended up delicious but the dough was like the strongest adhesive and wouldn't go through the colander like it should and was a big complicated messy mess. I recommend you just use regular pasta.

200g pasta
100g streaky bacon, cut into small squares.
1 pear, cored and sliced.
Butter.
Handful of rocket
Handful of pecans
Thyme leaves

Bring a large pan of salted water to the boil, and cook your pasta till...it's cooked. Meanwhile, heat up a little butter in a saucepan and fry your bacon till nearly crisp, then add the pear slices. Let them get a good amount of heat on each side so they colour up a bit, then tip it all onto a plate and cover with tinfoil to keep warm. Hot trick: tip it onto your plate so you get extra bacony-flavour goodness when it's all served up. In that same pan, quickly toast the pecans. Drain the pasta thoroughly, add it to the pan along with the bacon and the pears, stir it all together, and divide between two plates. Cover with rocket and thyme leaves and serve.

It's one of those dinners that might not look like much - almost like a bunch of different garnishes all piled on top of each other, masquerading as a proper meal. But hear me out. You've got the salty, butter-fried crisp bacon, the caramelised and juicily sweet pears, and toasty, softly crunchy pecans all twirled into your pasta. Cover it in a peppery tangle of rocket, both virtuous and visually sprucing and a few sprigs of thyme just because, and it's honestly tastebud magic right there.

Apart from how spectacularly excellent it tastes, it's also versatile as: use whatever pasta you like, for a start, or even something like leftover boiled potatoes that have been fried in butter. The bacon's optional, the pecans - they aren't always cheap - could be walnuts or almonds or even sunflower or pumpkin seeds. Rocket could be swapped for spinach or any other green stuff you fancy, the pear could be a green apple...see?

Despite my brain being like a crumbly old Ryvita, it has been a fantastic weekend - lurking with friends old and new, drinking tea and cider and vodka, making up ice cream, practicing cornrowing Tim's hair so he can look like Ron Swanson for Halloween (I'm going to be Elphabaaaa!) reading in the sun, admiring Snacks the goldfish, that kind of thing. The kind of weekend you wish it could be every weekend...

...it's also now time to get started on fulfilling the tasks on my List which I haven't really properly finalised yet (maybe I should add "finish list" to my list?)

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Title via: there are literally zillions of awesome versions of The Lady Is A Tramp, but the most recent to take my fancy is a duet by Lady Gaga and Tony Bennet - am not a fan of her music or anything but she's incredible in this.

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Music lately:

Wooden Shjips, Lazy Bones. Rather like it.

Not Fade Away - it owes more than a little to Bo Diddly with that rhythm, which is possibly why it's one of my favourites by the sadly shortlived (of both career and life) Buddy Holly.

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Next time: I still have that idea for the pear sorbet sitting there, but as I ended up using one of the pear's in that pasta, it's looking less likely it'll be happening right away. However, I have made my first hummingbird cake - I haven't tasted it yet but all the ingredients sound amahzing on paper at least.

hot like fire...take you higher

2011-10-05T11:46:00.000-07:00

Given that the spiciest thing I was fed as a kid was Chinese takeaways....and considering chili can burn your face off like flaming magma...and also taking into account that the normalisation of ready-made Thai curry pastes and the like happened well after my formative years...it's unsurprising that it's only in the last few years that I've got into hot spicy food.

Spooning chillies! Is what I thought when I uploaded this photo to the computer. That third one's really getting into it. Giving the middle one a right old affectionate nuzzle.

Now, it's got to the point where I near-on crave chilli - the tingly burn it brings to the corners of my mouth and the back of my throat, the fresh, almost lemony flavour of its crisp flesh. With this big talk I'm surprised I wasn't crawling into the frame of the photo myself to spoon those chilies. What can I say. I'm a spicy convert. My latest chilli venture was to make Nahm Jim from a page I'd ripped out of a magazine - I didn't write down what the magazine was or who the recipe author was, but I do have a photo:

Anonymous, smiling "guest chef": thank you.

What is Nahm Jim? A flavour-ly balanced Thai sauce or dressing, which in this recipe harnesses the bright, colourful flavours of red chilli, coriander and lime, and rides them like a capable mule into the salty intensity of fish sauce and caramel fudge sweetness of palm sugar. It all becomes quite the drinkable finished product, which you can pour over things, mix into things, or use it like I did, to marinate things.

Red Chilli Nahm Jim

1 1/2 long red chillies, seeds removed, finely chopped (I used 3)
1 small red chilli, finely chopped (I didn't use one)
1 garlic clove, finely chopped
4cm coriander stem with root attached, well washed and finely chopped (note: I just used the stem)
1 1/2 tablespoons fish sauce
1 1/2 tablespoons palm sugar (note: I ate so much palm sugar, it's delicious)
Juice from about five limes (note: I used lemons)

Using a mortar and pestle, bash the chili, garlic, coriander and 1 tsp salt to a paste. This really didn't happen for me, it was more just bashed up stuff, but it still worked. Use a food processor or just chop everything superfine by hand if you don't have the equipment. Work in the palm sugar, then add the fish sauce and lime juice. Check the flavour balance, add more of something if necessary and refrigerate in an airtight container.

Hot Chilli Tips:

So a chili's heat depends a lot on its size and colour. Big = mild, and red is milder than green, and therefore if you're just getting into it, use the biggest red ones you can find, make sure all the heat-packing seeds are scraped out of its lengthy belly, and don't whatever you do touch your face after dealing with them. I rubbed my nose after chopping up these ones and it was burning away for ages. It was a cold night, so it actually worked in my favour, but in the eyes is not so fun. That said, I wussed out of using the small chilli and upped the big chilli quantity - the sauce was gorgeous, don't get me wrong - but in the end it wasn't quite hot enough, so more fool me.

Who just puts noodles on the table? This fool.

I had a very appealing idea for marinating chicken in a mixture of this Nahm Jim and coconut milk, but a look at our bank balance meant it wasn't really a chicken-buying kind of week. Instead I turned to that full-of-potential and megacheap foodstuff that is tofu, to make Coconut Nahm Jim Tofu and Rice Noodles.

My method went like so: slice up one block of firm tofu as you please (I chopped it into pretty diamond shapes which really just look like crooked squares, defeating the purpose completely) and place it in a small container (like a leftover plastic takeout one) and spoon over about half of your Nahm Jim. Or indeed any chilli sauce you like and have handy. Leave for as long as possible - I marinated mine for over 24 hours, on recommendation of Ally - and then about an hour before you cook it, like say when you come home from work, tip in half a can of coconut milk and let it marinate further. Heat up a little oil in a frying pan, spoon the tofu out of the container and into the pan, and let it sizzle away. I like my tofu to be either crunchily crisp, or super tender, and think this recipe suits it being on the tender side, but you do as you please. The residual coconut milk will bubble up and evaporate, and it'll smell amazing. Remove from heat when you're satisfied with the tofu's level of cooked-ness. Meanwhile cook up some rice noodles, drain them, tip in any leftover marinade from the container, a little more coconut milk from the rest in the can, and some salt. Serve drizzled with sesame oil, the remaining Nahm Jim, coriander and sesame seeds.

I love tofu heaps and this may or may not convince you to also, but it's a pretty simple dinner that looks and tastes good. Not to mention, doesn't cost a whole lot. Tofu is so cheap and ridiculously filling, making it a pal to our bank balance. The Nahm Jim and coconut really soaks into its spongy surface during its marinading stage, and the sugars in both elements smell gorgeous when they hit the hot pan and start caramelising. While it's perfect straight from the hot element, if you let it sit for a while the slippery rice noodles absorb the coconut milk and become even more luscious and silky-textured. Mint would be a nice substitute for coriander if you've got it - nothing like a bit of green sprinklage to make a plate of food look more professional. Oh, and you could feel free to spoon the uncooked tofu into a salad or something straight from the marinade - it tastes amazing as is.

Introducing The List:

I'm a very determined and ambitious person. Not that I'm used to things going my way. I am in fact extremely used to things going decidedly not my way. But in order to help me help myself to get more things going my way (if that makes sense) I've made a big to-do list, inspired by three friends, all outstanding in the field of excellence (Jo, Kim and Kate) who have all previously created their own.

It's all very well and good to be determined and ambitious, but it's very very well and good to write stuff down so I don't forget things, and so I can be accountable to my own brain, which flings around ideas like a pinball machine. I've already started writing it (and you can read my list here) and I've got till the end of Sunday to finalise it, and from there, till June 30 2012 to complete the tasks. I'm looking for some more things to add to it, so feel free to make suggestions (I'm talking kinda broad thematic things, not like, say, "Oi Peter Gallagher, resolve to pluck your eyebrows!" because that's just not helpful.) Yes, I'm pretty serious when I say "get a book deal", I don't want this to sound like the tagline to a Justin Bieber movie but I dream bigtime big and I think I can make all these things happen, if I work at it. If I could keep our room tidy for a month though, that would honestly (I can't emphasise my hopelessness) be almost as much of an achievement. And now that it's written down on this list, I am going to make it happen. Hopefully. Wait, no! DEFINITELY. What would Leslie Knope Do? Is what I'll remind myself when things look uncertain.

Oh yeah, and Snacks the Goldfish is now nearly two weeks into her new life with us and thriving. I like to amuse her/annoy Tim by singing at her whenever I get home from work and walk in the room. I can tell you with certainty that yelling "who let the dogs out!" and then pointing expectantly will not elicit a response of "who, who, who, who" from either Snacks or Tim.

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Title via: the always sadly-late Aaliyah, shortlived R'n'B perfection, with Hot Like Fire.

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Music lately:

Who do you love? I love Bo Diddley, you blazer of trails and creater of amazing guitar rhythms.

Nature Boy, Nat King Cole. We found a record of his at the Waiuku Bookfair that turned out to be the same one my grandparents on my dad's side used to blast all the time. Nice to be able to remember them while listening to his beautiful, restrained singing.

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Next time: I still have that poached pear sorbet idea under my skull, but there's no way that can happen until we eat more of the existing ice cream...

that's all you take, for a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake

2011-10-02T02:41:00.000-07:00

Fun to have up your sleeve: a super delicious cake recipe which can be easily made to look disproportionately spectacular in relation to the effort that went into it.

Not so fun to have up your sleeve: actual cake. Crumbly enough to make your elbows itch and move round everywhere as you try and shake it out, sticky enough to really winkle itself permanently into the fibres of the fabric.

Consider how many times a day that you blink your eyes. That's probably how often I think about cake. Well, if I'm being realistic, that's probably how often I'm thinking about all food, as opposed to cake specifically. While you're blinking, I'm blinking and thinking about food...ing. In this case, I found some lipstick-pink rhubarb sticks at the vege market last week and had a vision of simmering them up and having them dripping out from the layers of a cake. I had a whole lot of sour cream leftover from another recipe, and so I mentally inserted that into the layers with the rhubarb. And then I thought, what if it was a bundt cake? How cool would that look? All diagonal and undulating and with a veneer of intimidation?

Pretty cool, yes indeed. Could almost walk away right now and let the cake speak for itself. Except that would be an ineffectual blog post, and also the cake would probably say, in a spongy voice "errr, look over there at that...pikelet. Way more appealing than my regal, creamy body." And then the cake would quietly shuffle off to a hiding place.

My grand visions don't work out the way I hope they will (this goes for dinners, clothing, and judging when it's the right time to say "that's what she said") so it's most definitely enpleasening and good for the soul when it does. But if you need some convincing as to why you should try making this full-on cake, consider the following:

1) It looks awesomely ridiculous and ridiculously awesome.

2) It's way easier to make than its outward appearance would suggest.

3) Without the filling, the cake is both vegan and delicious.

While you're considering that, you could maybe consider considering another cake worth your consideration: Nigella Lawson's Chocolate Guinness Cake, which was the subject of my most recent cooking tutorial video on YouTube.

All the cakes! The Guinness cake was the reason I bought all that sour cream, by the way. Not that it needs a lot, but subconsciously I would've reached for the bigger amount at the supermarket so that I could have leftovers to use in another baking caper. I've got another video about bread on the make, but I'm waiting for this one to climb in views before I upload it (also it needs some severe editing, would you believe I could talk about bread for A WHOLE HOUR and I was aiming for a six-minute clip.)

Back to this cake: the only bit where you really have to tap into your concentration faculties is when slicing it into layers, but even that's simple enough: just use your sharpest knife, go slowly, stop often to make sure it's staying even, then slide some baking paper underneath the layer you're slicing and lift it off. Onto the next one.

Despite sandwiching this together with sour cream wrought from the milk of the nation's finest cows, my eye was caught by this vegan recipe, which harnesses the awesome power of coconut milk and not much else and turns it into a cake most delicious. The website that I found it on is fairly confusing but the recipe itself is sound as a pound.

Coconut Lemon Rhubarb Brown Sugar Sour Cream Layer Bundt

Working on that title. But if I left something out...recipe adapted from this site here.

1 1/2 cups sugar
2/3 cup oil (I use rice bran, it's nice and tasteless-tasting)
1 x 400ml (or 14oz) can of coconut milk
1/4 cup lemon juice (or substitute with the citrus of your choosing)
Zest of the lemons you juiced
3 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups shredded coconut (disclosure: totally forgot to add this)

Set your oven to 180 C/350 F, and thoroughly grease a bundt tin.

Whisk together the sugar, oil, coconut milk, lemon juice and zest. Sift together the dry ingredients - super important that you don't have any lumps here or the whole cake will taste like baking soda. Whisk the flour in till you've got a thick batter, scrape it into the cake tin and bake for around an hour.

'Fraid I didn't actually weigh out the amount necessary but it was two decent-sized bunches of rhubarb, trimmed and chopped into short sticks, brought to a slow simmer in a pan with about 1/2 a cup of sugar (seriously, I'm sorry I chose this moment to be all instinctive and not record amounts.) Cook away, stirring often, till the fruit has mostly collapsed and softened. Allow to cool. Mix together 1 cup of sour cream (I used delicious Tatua stuff) together with 3 tablespoons of brown sugar. Cut the cake into two or three slices as per my instructions up there, then carefully spoon sour cream onto the bottom layer - less than you'd think and not all the way to the edge, as the weight of the next two layers pushes it out - and then spoon over some rhubarb. Carefully lift the next layer of cake and slide it off the baking paper and on top of the bottom layer. Repeat, finish with the top layer, dust with icing sugar if you like.

Whether or not you see all that as a lot of effort or not, this is delicious either way and encompassing all kinds of delicious flavours and textures: the double sour-sweet of the softly fibrous rhubarb melting into the cool, satiny sour cream. Squidgily creamy, sweet with coconut and pure sugar, sharply spiked with rhubarb and lemon, pink and golden like a decent sunrise, and tall as a house the size of a cake.

On Saturday I fed the cake to our top-notch friend Jo (well, she fed herself, but I passed the cake to her on a plate) and to myself before we went for a flounce round Petone, being fed truffled brie at Cultured, buying fizzy Limca drink, coriander seeds, mustard, and other food trinkets, browsing the treasures at Wanda Harland, and checking out the goods at the A La Mode relaunch, before driving back to the city to weigh up the whys and why-nots of buying whipped cream flavoured vodka (verdict: I want to try and make my own instead, but how??) All of which makes it sound like I'm some kind of obnoxiously frolicky blogger who runs around in a haze of pink-tinged high-contrast photos, but it's all in the framing. Am mostly grumpy nervous and opportunistic, as opposed to the kind of carefree imagery this might've served up. Also: truffled brie is incredible stuff. Just enough of too much of a good thing, you know?

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Title via: Cat Stevens, proving his use to my blog once again. Matthew and Son is my very, very favourite song of his and I think I talk about this amazing video of him singing it at least once a week but if you haven't watched it...do.

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Music lately:

Somehow a lot of time has gone by since I last had a proper wallow in some Julia Murney singing excellence. And then I realised, it's because she's just so, so good that if I watch too much it mucks with my brain and I get all miserable that I'll never get to see her live and so on and so forth. Long story short, her rendition of Nobody's Side from Chess is spectacular.

Soul II Soul, Back to Life. ("back tooo reality...")

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Next time: I still have this chilli sauce recipe that I want to make, however I also had this pear sorbet idea which I haven't had time to execute, but maybe if I train my body and mind to thrive on a quarter of the sleep I get currently.

give 'em the old double whammy

2011-09-26T12:01:00.000-07:00

It's spring! Which means asparagus! Which means... (sing it with me now)

...increased asparagus photo-taking opportunities!

I don't know what it is about those spindly fronds with their layered, tapering points that makes me so camera-wieldy. Or perhaps that's exactly why. That said, things aren't exactly the springtime wonderland yet. Asparagus is still expensive. Rather than being nauseatingly rapturous about the changing of the seasons like I had anticipated, I frugally but committedly bought one small bunch. I did manage to make that small bunch go quite far over lunch on Sunday, via a one-two high kick of recipes from a favourite magazine of mine, Fine Cooking.

This salad uses shavings of asparagus to make a crisply raw salad. While I can't deny that scraping off strips of this particular vegetable with a potato peeler is not a job without its frustrations, the light leafiness of it all makes it more or less worth it, with the asparagus showing off its grassy-fresh flavour unfiltered by any cooking process.

I altered this recipe a bit, for example I didn't have the cheese specified - didn't have any cheese in fact, because of its fist-shakingly high prices - so I just left it out and upped the nut quotient instead. Either follow Fine Cooking's original recipe or my adaptation below.

Shaved Asparagus Salad (feel free to change the title too if you think it has unappetisingly hairy connotations for the asparagus)

Dressing:

1 tablespoon rice or cider vinegar

2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 teaspoon honey

Salt and pepper to taste

Whisk altogether in a bowl that can hold all the salad and increase quantities of something to taste.

Salad:

As much asparagus as you like - maybe around five spears per person for a side.

As much rocket or fancy lettuce as you like - around a cupped handful per person is good.

1/2 cup toasted nuts such as almonds, hazelnuts or macadamias.

Remove the tips and ends of the asparagus spears, discard the ends and throw the tips them in with the dressing. Using a vegetable peeler, carefully remove thin strips of asparagus from each spear, until you can't do any further, at which point just chop it finely lengthways. If you aren't up to peeling, you could just chop the whole lot up finely lengthways. Add to the bowl of dressing along with the leaves, then divide between plates and sprinkle over the nuts.

Despite the fiddly chopping it really is a simple recipe and delicious too, with the lively astringence of the dressing making nice with the toasty almonds that I used here.

What I made while the salad sat around, allowing the dressing to penetrate its pores, was this Asparagus Ravioli with Brown Butter Sauce. I don't have the mental energy to retype the recipe here so you might as well follow the link, especially since Fine Cooking did such a good job of it in the first place, and I didn't really deviate (apart from to leave out the anchovy paste and mascarpone and replace them with truffle paste and sour cream, and also to fold the wonton wrappers in half instead of sandwiching two together, and I didn't have any parmesan. And I just roughly chopped up the asparagus instead of blending it) (Oh, okay. But still.)

Whoever thought up using wonton wrappers to make ravioli deserves a hug and an autographed photo from their top three favourite celebrities, because it's an absolutely genius plan. A neat stack of ready-made squares, ready to be filled, which magically stick to each other and cook quickly in the boiling water to the extent that even I, the gnocchi-ruiner, can feel confident and calm about them. Yes, gnocchi-ruiner. If this hyphenated phrase intrigues you, then you might like to read the scoop on kitchen disasters and how to cover your tracks, which I wrote for 3news.co.nz.

Once each folded parcel has been quickly boiled up, the wrappers become meltingly silky-soft, their thin surface only barely containing the grassy-green interior. A triumphant combination of textures and flavours, this is rich but light, soft but crunchy, filled with asparagus but dripping with nutty, heat-darkened butter (as was my face after eating these, they're a bit floppy and ridiculous to wrangle with a fork but I can't see a better option.)

People of the internet reading this blog right now, I'd like to introduce to you...Tim's and my new pet goldfish, Snacks!

Snacks is calm and sure of hoof, with glinting fins that range from charcoal black to burnished golden. Snacks was donated to us by a person that Tim works with who had a slightly larger abundance of goldfish than was necessary. Snacks is also, not being overly sentient, really difficult to photograph so don't mind the blurriness here please.

We were also able to drive out to this person's house in the suburbs to pick up Snacks, now that Tim (a) has his restricted license and (b) is handily ute-sitting his dad's vehicle while he's overseas. It's so much fun driving round with Tim, and opens up a whole new world of what I call "car humour", that I'd never known before. For example, a really terrible, boring, slow adult contemporary-type song comes on the radio station. Turn it up loud in the middle of Tim's sentence, make air drums just before the (slow) chorus and yell "Sing it Tim", point an imaginary microphone at his face (keeping a respectful distance so he can concentrate on the road, of course) and if he does start to sing, interrupt him by yelling "this is such the song of our generation" or if it's a particularly slow, mid-verse bit of the song: "I love this bit!". Car humour.

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Title via: That initially flopsome musical Chicago, which starred the magnificent and late Jerry Orbach (yes, the dad from Dirty Dancing and the old guy from Law and Order) and its song Razzle Dazzle. While the footage I've linked to is incredible, please also watch his hoofer peer, Cabaret and Wicked's Joel Grey (who, get this, is the literal father of Jennifer Grey who played Baby in Dirty Dancing) singing Razzle Dazzle with the muppets. Okay did you also know that Michael C Hall, aka TV's Dexter, also played Billy Flynn on Broadway? With awesomeness? So did Chuck Cooper but sadly for us all, but maybe luckily for the succinctness of this paragraph, there's no footage of that surfaced yet.

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Music lately:

Is not Biology by Girls Aloud one of the most amazing and weirdest songs ever by which all other songs should aspire to? When you think about it? And if that isn't, then what about the Sugababes Freak Like Me mashup of Adina Howard and shiny boy Gary Numan? Which I'm either listening to or I'm not, by which I mean once I start it I have to repeat it about 12 times, I can't just let it pass me by once.
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Next time: While asparagus is still pricey, rhubarb's become cheap as, so I bought up large on it over the weekend to put it all in a large cake (well that's my thinking so far) however I also found this super cool and also blisteringly hot chili sauce recipe that I liked the look of. Could go either way.

Also: I went to a Social Cooking class on Sunday and talked to the lovely Chef Philippe Clergue, which I'll be writing up and likely publishing on my next blog.

Oh, and: I've been editing a new HungryandFrozen tutorial video for you! Will upload it to YouTube tonight which will take approximately six weeks and all our bandwidth, once that's done I'll let you know about it.

i woke up with the flour out

2011-09-20T23:58:00.000-07:00

A day off is one of the best things in the world. I've spent mine sleeping in just a little bit, mucking round on the internet in the afternoon sun, experimenting with cake recipes (cakesperimenting? No, that sounds gross) listening to Broadway records, and standing at the open fridge, purposefully grasping handfuls of jelly from the plate of it that we forgot to serve up at Tim's party last week, and eating it. Fortunately for you, all I'm going to elaborate on is the cake. Wait, that's a lie. I will elaborate on everything.

While mucking round on the internet...where I still am...I found this video of one of my fav food-people, Yotam Ottolenghi, talking about food, family and love. Who knew he was as louche and good-looking as his recipes? Not I.

I listened to the indefatigable original cast recording of Company today - being home by yourself is the best time to test whether or not you can keep up with Getting Married Today.

The jelly had one layer of strawberry and one layer of pineapple, and Tim made it. It's his one specialty. To be fair, he's not living in an environment that allows people other than me to have kitchen specialties. To be fair again, he's really, really good at making jelly. That's not even damning with faint praise, it's pretty easy to get wrong. Sometimes the gelatine goes all chewy...you could pour boiling water on your foot instead of in the bowl...that sort of thing.

And...the cake. I've been wondering for a while now whether you could replace the ground almonds in a recipe with dessicated coconut - they're both pretty similar as far as texture and properties go. Today was the day that I got to try it. I used this excellent Torta Caprese recipe (which was my birthday cake last year) but left out the chocolate, and instead of using melted butter, I went for a smooth measure of coconut cream. So this is gluten and dairy free now. While it's nice to have gluten-free recipes around in case your friends (or more urgently, you yourself) can't eat it, it's also fun to play around with recipes - why commit only to flour when there are so many other ways a cake can be itself.

Luckily, it being an experiment and all, it's terrifically delicious. Not traditionally cakey exactly, but solid enough that you can slice it into wedges without it disintegrating. To give it a bit of shine, I made a glazey icing out of brown sugar, more coconut cream, and custard powder all boiled up together. The triple coconut punch of the ingredients wasn't overpowering - although it'd take a whole lot of coconut for me to feel overpowered. Its mellow, cloudy sweetness and damp texture make this cake a joy to eat, with the soft glaze lusciously smooth in contrast and flutteringly caramel of flavour (not to mention so trendily mustard-coloured that you half expect a fashionista to bust through the window, steal, it wear it as a wondrous cape and then blog about it.)

Please excuse how the knife's all streaked up from where I licked it, after cutting the slice of cake...

Pac-man cake! I should probably say something sensible about this cake now. Okay. It tastes amazing, and it's so easy - just a bowl and a whisk is all you need. Desiccated coconut is a whole lot cheaper than ground almonds, and while they might not be interchangeable for all recipes, it worked well in this one. It's a squat little disc of a cake, about an inch high, like it's been sat on. But, it's saucy enough to be served up for pudding, while retaining enough cake persona to accompany a mug of milky tea (or black tea, if you want to keep with the dairy-free theme.) It helps to be a fan of coconut before you barge into this, but the finished result is so flourishingly delicious that it could charm you all the same.

Coconut Cake with Brown Sugar Coconut Cream Glaze

Note: 1 regular tin of coconut cream should be enough for everything here plus a little leftover for whatever else you want to do with it.

4 eggs

170g sugar

200g dessicated coconut

250 ml/1 cup coconut cream

Line the base of a 22cm springform caketin with baking paper and grease the sides. Set your oven to 180 C/350 F.

Whisk together the eggs, then add the sugar and whisk some more until the mixture has thickened and expanded a little. Fold in the coconut and the coconut cream, pour into the caketin and bake for 50 minutes to an hour. Cover with tinfoil towards the end if it gets too dark on top.

Brown Sugar Coconut Glaze

Boil together 1/2 cup cream, 3 tablespoons brown sugar, and 1 tablespoon custard powder, stirring the whole time. Let it bubble away for a minute or so till a rich mustardy-brown colour, then allow to cool a little before spooning over the cake.

Speaking of things...that are...anyway, without further attempted segueing, here's my new video tutorial, all about pastry. Specifically, short pastry and the gluten-free and vegan pastry that I used to make the roast vegetable tarts earlier this year. Hope you like it. This one's a bit longer than the first one, because there's two recipes, but on the upside, I didn't have a massive sleep-inducing lunch before I started filming this time.

If you do make the vegan/gluten free pastry that I outline in the video and are wondering what you can do with it, last night I made a Roast Onion Tart - I rolled the pastry out between two sheets of baking paper and then lifted it into a pie plate, pressing it down and patching up the raggedy edges. I baked it as is for 15 minutes at 200 C, then once it was out, lowered the temperature to 180 C and in a tinfoil lined tray, roasted 4 red onions, peeled and halved, and a few fat cloves of garlic, all drizzled with some avocado oil. Once the pie shell was cooled I spread it with some baba ghanouj leftover from the party, but you could use hummus, or tahini, or any spread, or even just some white beans or chickpeas mashed with a fork. Once the onions were glossy and tender, I pressed on the garlic cloves to get all the soft garlic onto the baba ghanouj, then topped it with pieces of onion, then sprinkled over some walnuts (that a family friend had sent back down with us when we visited Mum and Dad - cheers Dianne!) and some thyme leaves.

Tasty stuff, pretty cost-efficient, and while not the fastest meal in town, it's not taxing to make.

Feel free to make requests for future content, fling handfuls of praise, question the many cuts (Either I got tongue tied, or I'd talk way too much, both of which require some severe editing) or express concern at my lack of mathematical agility. Not that I'm bothered by it.
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Title via: I am not actually much of an Arcade Fire fan at all, but luckily for this blog post, the one I track of theirs that I like is Neighbourhood #3 (Powerout).
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Music lately:

At the recommendation of good lady and friend Jo, I've been listening to a lot of Mavis Staples today. As well as having a seriously cool name, Mavis Staples has the kind of soulful voice and sound befitting someone whose career spans more than 60 years.

You can stream the whole Haunted Love album at undertheradar.co.nz - it's very good, but if you need convincing or don't have the time, try their very pretty current single San Domenico.
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Next time: Not totally sure yet - I have some food plans up my sleeve though (luckily not actual food up my sleeve, that wouldn't be fun.)

everyone jump on the peas train

2011-09-18T04:59:00.000-07:00

It was Tim's birthday last Sunday. We don't really do presents, but I did get him 25 individually filled out birthday cards. Keep in mind that this came about after about a week of laughing at him and telling him there was no way I was going to get him a birthday card. At the eleventh hour, the idea of not only getting him a birthday card after all, but in fact surprising him with a card for every year of life suddenly gripped me and by the time I'd bought a few, I had to go through with the whole thing.

(Fluffy couldn't be contained by any envelope. Fluffy also meowed a disturbingly discordant "Happy birthday to you" when you rubbed her stomach.)

There was a party on Wednesday, where we drank Purple Jesus, ate chocolate dipped potato chips (and mighty delicious they are too), several cheeses, venison salami (who knew it existed?) a whole lot of ice cream, and...speaking of outlandish ideas that I have...a cake I made that looked like Tim. It's not something I paraded around on Twitter for fear of mass unfollowings but just in case, reassure me, there's nothing tooooo weird about making a cake that looks like someone for their birthday, is there? It's worth noting that the cake's real-life counterpart is better looking, or at least has a more significantly visible chin. Tim was wearing the exact same clothes as the cake (following a conversation about which of his pants would be easiest to recreate in icing) which of course added to the fun. And maybe the weirdness. But mostly the fun.

It was such a fun night, but between one thing and another I've been feeling lingeringly seedy since, not helped by a weekend away for work. Having returned to Wellington, all my instincts tonight wailed "get take-out satay". But instead I hunted out a recipe that not only takes a bare minimum of brain effort to make it work, it's also delicious, and very good for you. Like taking your brain cells and your tastebuds out for a swim in the kind of cool, artesian mountain stream that you read about on the back of fancy bottled water.

Peas and water, that's all it is. Peas, water. And a blender. Unfortunately this recipe won't work without said blender, so if you don't have access to one, I'd change it up and make some kind of peas and rice combination instead. If you do have one though, and some peas in the freezer, then you're bare minutes from the foamiest, floamiest, greenest soup in existence. My photos don't really demonstrate how vigorously green it is, because it was on the dark side when I snapped these. I've been on the lookout for some polystyrene to reflect light a bit, but really I'm just lazily hanging out for it to continue getting lighter in the evenings.

For all that I'm such a crusader for this soup, I was initially suspicious of it. I've known about this recipe of Nigella Lawson's for years, but always thought she was talking it up way too much. It just sounded too simple, and in my mind I pictured, like...water with peas floating in it, not this inconceivably velvety puree.

Turns out she wasn't talking it up nearly enough. Should've trusted her, since it was Nigella and all.

It tastes gorgeous - like you're drinking the very meaning of green in itself (frozen peas have this effect on me sometimes, sorry). But it's even better if you do like I did and add a spoonful of rich, gritty white miso paste, and a few basil leaves. You could use mint or coriander too, whatever you have, or just nothing at all - but the clean, nutty pea flavour benefited from the herbacious peppery depth of basil. You could also add rocket leaves, spinach leaves, any other green bits you have slinking around in the fridge.

Easiest Pea Soup

Adapted slightly from a recipe of Nigella Lawson's from her seminal text How To Eat.

450g frozen peas

1 1/2 cups water

Optional but recommended and awesome:

1 teaspoon white miso paste

Basil leaves

Boil together the peas and the water (plus the miso if you like) in the usual way, as if you were going to serve them just as is. Remove from the heat, carefully tip into a blender and whizz away till very smooth. Add the basil leaves at this point and blitz again. Tip into two bowls and serve.

Thanks so much to everyone for all the nice feedback on my video tutorial on how to to make ice cream! Seriously. I was braced for complete indifference, at best. And now I'm currently working on the second one: a salute to homemade pastry.

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Title via: Cat Stevens' lovely song Peace Train. And let's all just take a moment to appreciate what a babe young Cat Stevens was.

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Music lately:

Like I said, I was away this weekend, and when I got home I um...listened to Mariah Carey's monumentally good MTV Unplugged album at least four times in a row. So, no change since last week, I'm afraid.

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Next time: I'm not sure, but I'm in the mood to do some proper baking.

whether drunk or sober, ice is getting colder

2011-09-13T03:02:00.000-07:00

When I was 12, I became pretty obsessed with a lady called Linda Goodman. I could do was re-read her books over and over again, loitering by the 00 section of the local library in the hopes that there's be something new (pre-Google, I wasn't to know she'd died in 1995, thus making new book output unlikely.) Linda Goodman dealt in the subject of horoscopes, and I completely believed every word she said about my sign of Aries. Eventually I lost the level of interest in her writing but I've never been able to quit starsigns altogether - I'm always gravitating towards the newspaper to see what direction my day could take in spite of every negative prediction causing me to sternly tell myself it's over.

Is it longing for guidance in this uncertain world? Is it actually the cosmic truth? Is it that I'm a bit self-absorbed and like to read things about myself and think, "oh, that's so typically Aries of you, Laura!" Probably definitely the last one. Anyway, I bring this up because my horoscope today said "Your plans are more ambitious than you first realised, (cue Homer Simpson style "aaagh!" from me) though they are still very much within the realm of possibility. ("Phew!") You will need a lot of help. ("D'oh!")

Of all the horoscopes to read when you're planning on debuting your YouTube video tutorial on how to make homemade ice cream! So I decided to cautiously ignore it, except for the bit about the "realm of possibility." I want to go to there!

I know, would I ever stop talking about ice cream? But two things prompted this into existence: the Ice Cream Guidelines list I made last time got me thinking that I could be even more demonstrative, and after having some delicious cider on Friday night I got to thinking that its sparkling, crisp apple flavour would be ideal in ice cream. And the reason I was drinking cider, was because I won some from Old Mout, just by tweeting them. And here I am talking about them! Ten points to their marketing team. And to me too, because it's really delicious cider.

Let me defensively acknowledge some things first so you don't have to: Yes, it's distinctly amateurish, as I have but a phone to be filmed with. Yes, there are a lot of cuts and it's a little quiet. Yes, I was in a post-lunch downwards spiral, but there was no other time to make the ice cream. Yes...I am pretty toothy. It's from my mum's side. On the other hand, it was really fun, and the pilot episode is always a bit shaky, right? (Unless you're, like, Game of Thrones) Honestly, I really enjoyed this, and while it's a little bit nervous-making putting yourself out there on YouTube, I'm already on here. If this blog is all the thoughts in my head, the videos are a bit like what you'd hear if you were sitting at my dining table with a cup of tea, or perhaps walking past me on the street, where I'm still very likely to be talking about custard.

Suggestions for the next one are welcome (although "Please! No more!" will be studiously ignored like a bad horoscope) but I must warn you, I'm already thinking about pastry: one batch traditional and buttery, one batch gluten free. What say you?

Cider Ice Cream

4 egg yolks
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1 1/2 cups cream (plus - optional - an extra 1 cup cream)
1 cup apple cider (I used Old Mout's Classic Apple. Use what you like - I also love Bulmer's.)

Find a freezer-safe container of about 1 litre capacity.

In a wide pan, carefully heat 1 1/2 cups cream. Don't let it boil - turn it off once you start seeing steam rising off it. Meanwhile, whisk together the egg yolks and sugars till thickened and a little bit lighter in texture. Carefully pour a little hot cream into the yolks and sugar, stirring thoroughly, then pour in the rest.

Wipe out the pan and tip everything back into it. Stir continuously with a spatula over a very low heat, till it's the texture of a good thickshake. Remove from the heat, continuing to stir - you now have custard. Once it has cooled a little, whisk in the cider, and scrape it all into the container. Freeze.

If you like, once the ice cream is partially set, you can whisk up the extra cup of cream till thickened but not whipped and mix the two thoroughly together. This gives it a creamier texture, and of course, gives you more ice cream. But frozen custard on its own is all good.

As I said, I thought it up on Friday night and foolhardily tweeted about it, which, in my dubious code of honour, means that it had to happen. Luckily, it tastes spectacular - the apple flavour shines, with a mysterious hint of fermentation, which gives it a strangely sophisticated edge that you wouldn't get from mere apples alone. Yet the cider flavour isn't overwhelming either, with any threat of pub-carpet scent fades as the mixture freezes. I was a bit nervous that the aggressively bubbly structure of the cider would bubble right into the custard and break it up, but apart from a little fizzing, the two liquids settled into each other nicely.

Alcohol doesn't freeze, so the cider content keeps this lusciously soft - I spooned the scoops of ice cream you see above straight from the freezer. It's truly delicious stuff.

While on the subject of shoddy video editing, my mission to turn Poppy the kitten into an internet sensation continues with her first video.

ALSO, I recently had an article published for the clearly excellent and discerning 3news.co.nz, called How To Hunt a Cookbook. If you've ever thought long and hard about how to get more second-hand cookbooks in your life, this might help you out some.
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Title via: Local wonder David Dallas and his bouncy, affable, and crocodile-snappy tune Till Tomorrow from The Rose Tint.
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Music lately:

Mariah Carey's MTV Unplugged album is so brilliant, it caught me by surprise and I listen to her enough to forget that she really was, and still is, monumentally talented. Listen to her sing Make it Happen - when she cries "Grrrrouuuund-aahhh" towards the end I nearly cried from the amazingness of it all.

Neil Young, Don't Let It Bring You Down - one of my favourite songs of his. Having been about six years since I lost my copy of his biography Shakey, I can't remember how exactly he got into singing (what with that improbable voice) but I'm so glad he did.
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Next time: Possibly...a drink called Purple Jesus. Or the very sensible pea soup that I promised last time.

sit down you're rocking the oat

2011-09-09T16:22:00.000-07:00

You could say that I was wronged by authority-driven physical education at an early age. Or, that I seriously hated gym, sports, and PE and it all hated me. These days, while I appreciate that a lot of people love and enjoy sports, I don't feel like I owe it anything.

But, it can't be denied that the Rugby World Cup is happening in New Zealand right now. It's going to be hard to avoid. Last night instead of watching the game (Tim did though) I had a charming evening with excellent host Jo Hubris, Sebastian the cat (also a good host; he sat on me) two Chileans and lots of wine. Here's some things that could fill the rest of my time while it continues:

- Locate season two of Twin Peaks.
- Bake a Hummingbird Cake (had a really nice one at this cafe in Auckland called Fridge on Monday)
- Attempt bacon ice cream.
- Work more on making the cookbook that I want to write more likely to happen
- Sort out the minutes upon minutes of video footage of Poppy the kitten on my phone.
- Ummm....that's it really. But this suggestion compilation by Laura McQuillan is a good start, as is The Wellingtonista's list-a. Plus, Twin Peaks is very consuming. And ostensibly I could use up quite a lot of time thinking up things to use up the time.

To the food! While I love to eat, so much (that also works without the comma) unfortunately my breakfast habits can be a bit shocking. Eating breakfast is one of the best things you can do for yourself, and whenever I miss it, I always end up feeling all light-headed and empty. Like Ron Swanson, I have a lot of time for the foods of this eating genre, as so many of the best things to eat are associated with it: bacon, waffles, pancakes, yoghurt, scrambled eggs, poached eggs, fried eggs, French toast, hash browns...oats.

You can tell just by looking at oats, mealy and dust-like, that they're going to be cheap and good for you. However, unless you put in some effort, they don't always taste fun. There's a fine line between luscious porridge and wallpaper paste, so if you're looking for a new weapon to add to your artillery of breakfast wholesomeness, then I present to you: Baked Oatmeal. It might not sound that fun, more like regular porridge that just takes way longer, but picturing a cross between fruit crumble, cake, and flapjack might make the argument to try it more powerful.

So yes, there are swifter breakfasts out there. And if there's a puritan nature within you that you're trying to keep hidden, it might rise to the surface after reading about the cream and eggs in this. But firstly, they help keep it luscious and tender and puffy and cakey, preventing your breakfast from resembling warmed woodchips mixed with drywall scrapings. Secondly, they make it taste so good. And that's all the argument I need.

Baked Oatmeal

I found this recipe on a blog called Macheesmo. I've adapted it a tiny bit.

1 can apricot halves OR 1 ripe apricot/peach/nectarine (etc) halved.
1 cup rolled oats
1/4 cup cream
1/2 cup milk (I used buttermilk)
1 large egg
1 teaspoon cinnamon
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1/4 cup chopped dried fruit - eg dates - or seeds - eg pumpkin (optional)
Pinch salt
Brown sugar for sprinkling
Butter for buttering the dishes.

Mix together everything except the apricots, brown sugar and butter. Leave it for at least 25 minutes, so the oats can absorb some liquid, but if you leave it overnight in the fridge it'll be even better.

Set your oven to 180 C/350 F.

Thoroughly butter two ramekins (if you don't, the oats will be as superglue to their surfaces) and divide the oat mixture between them. Press an apricot half into each dish (and if you like, you can push one below the surface and then put another on top, like I did) sprinkle with brown sugar, and bake for 20-25 minutes. It'll be really hot at first - sit the ramekins on plates or in bowls and be careful not to touch them!

Serves 2.

This is delicious (well obviously, or I wouldn't be blogging about it) but in a simple, calming way - the cream-swollen grains becoming richly nutty and yielding to the spoon, the brown sugar on top bubblingly caramelised, the already soft fruit dissolving juicily in your mouth. The oven-time gives a slightly cake-esque solidness to the surface and the egg helps keep it from being challengingly dry. It's worth putting in some effort the night before, or just getting up earlier than usual, with this as your reward.

Tim and I ran into our much-loved friend Dr Scotty on Thursday night, who has been around since the bad old days of this blog (by which I mean...when this blog started, it was pretty bad. Not that there were elaborate scandals happening, alas) and I said I'd mention him here, there's mutual benefits though, as he used to leave the nicest comments, and I'm hoping to entice him back to my comments box (not a euphemism.)

On Tuesday night Tim and I went to the launch of the NZ on Screen shipping containers on the waterfront. I think they've got one in Auckland too, and there's going to be a travelling roadshow round the South Island. If you see it, I completely recommend that you take a look inside - it's dedicated to all things onscreen in New Zealand, past, present and future, and the level of detail and technology involved is stupendous. And there's this thing where you can green-screenly insert yourself into a famous movie or TV show - so we now have a photo of Tim looking appropriately nervous at Bruno Lawrence during the railway track scene of Smash Palace.

(I feel I should disclose that in 2003 I had a big crush on Doug Howlett and so became very interested in the world cup coverage that year. I think I ended up with three separate copies of that issue of Metro magazine with him and Joe Rokocoko on the cover, sent to me by caring family members. The crush has since cooled down and he's not in the All Blacks anymore so between that and my aggressive disinterest in watching sport, I don't have much reason to pursue the games this time round.)
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Title via: Sit Down You're Rocking The Boat from the musical Guys and Dolls. The movie is cool (Marlon Brando, phwoar to the phwoar) and that version is probably the one you'll have seen if you know this song. However the recent Broadway revival's version has Mary Testa in it and therefore is also very much worth your time.
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Music lately:

On Wednesday night Tim and I got to go along to see Detroit's Elzhi, who could both take on Nas' Illmatic and a capella verses with ease, style, and respect for the original text. And, bless him, it was all over by midnight so I was able to get up the next morning without too much pain. Check out One Love and move around from there.

This morning Radio Active played Garageland's song Fingerpops which I can't have heard for at least ten years. Not Empty is my favourite but this is still special stuff.
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Next time: while drinking Old Mout cider last night I thought it'd also make a cool (haaa!) ice cream flavour. So that's what I'm going to do.

i dug right down to the bottom of my soul, to see how an ice cream felt

2011-09-06T04:11:00.000-07:00

I emerged from the weekend at home with my family looking like I'd got caught up in a knife fight. Luckily this wasn't the case. It's just that of the three things that bring Mum and Dad's new kitten Poppy earthly joy, two of them are clawing and biting. The third is steadily ignoring the heavy disdain of the other cat Roger by chasing after him whenever possible.

So yeah, I'm pretty scraped up. I described Poppy on Twitter as being part Jessica Wakefield, part Bart Simpson, and part baby raptor, and I stand by it. Just when you think you need a tetanus shot and want to swear off small animals altogether, she'll do something like this:

And then I forget what I was so mad about. The sting of her needle-claws fades away as I gaze into those inquisitive eyes.

It was hard to say goodbye to her, knowing I hardly ever get to go up home (you too, Mum and Dad) but on the other hand, there was Banana Pudding Ice Cream waiting in the freezer for me back in Wellington. The latest in a long, chilly line of ice cream recipes that I love, this takes a bit of work but is worth every single moment of your time, and rewards you tenfold with every spoonful.

Before I get into the recipe though...As I make a lot of ice cream, I thought it'd be nice to mentally spatula my brain for a list of ideas and helpful thoughts in the hopes of converting you all into the level of ice cream love that I have. And if you have any of your own to add, feel free to do so in the comments section.

7 Habits of Highly Effective People Who Make Ice Cream (these aren't even habits, but I don't like the word 'tips' and "Ice Cream Policy and Guidelines" sounded way harsh.)

1) You don't need an ice cream maker. That's just what ice cream maker manufacturers want you to think. It would be really cool to have one, but really, just freeze the stuff in a container, stir it occasionally, and you'll be sweet as.

2) You do still need equipment. A food processor is essential if you want to make Instant Berry Coconut Ice Cream, otherwise all you need to find is: an average wide saucepan, a spatula, a whisk, and some good-sized tupperware or empty takeaway containers.

3) Don't feel held back by what you can or can't eat. From cream and butter (see below) to the cleanest of vegan ice creams, there are so many options. Coconut milk or cream is an amazingly versatile substitute for cream, both on its own and in custard-based recipes. Unless you're adding a pre-prepared ingredient (like a particular chocolate bar) all ice cream should be gluten-free. Check out my recipe index if you're not convinced, as somehow most of my ice cream recipes have ended up being vegan or dairy-free.

4) Imagine all the ice creams. Once you've got a good 'base' vanilla ice cream recipe, you can stir any number of cool things into it to make a spectacular pudding for yourself or a crowd. For example: chopped up dark chocolate and/or fudge; walnuts toasted in a little butter and brown sugar; whole raspberries; bashed up chocolate chip cookies; a whole bag of smarties/m'n'ms; it goes on. Your four options in order of most to least easy are: a couple of cans of coconut milk mixed with sugar (for a vegan base); about 500mls/2 cups cream whipped softly with 1/2 cup icing sugar; egg yolks and sugar beaten together with whipped cream then folded in; and finally a full-on homemade custard, which you'll see in the recipe below. If your own mind is fleeced, be inspired by other people - searching "ice cream" on Tastespotting would be a good start.

5) Keep stirring. If you're making a custard based ice cream, it may feel like the mixture is taking forever to thicken but the moment you leave it to check Twitter/etc it'll overheat and you'll have weird scrambled eggs on your hands. A spatula ensures that all the mixture gets lifted off the wide surface area of the pan and moved around. This also applies to rule 4. Keep stirring...stuff into your ice cream.

6) Accept the differences. The texture of homemade ice cream isn't going to be exactly the same as the stuff in two litre tubs from the supermarket. The main difference is it'll likely freeze harder, meaning you just have to let it soften a little on the bench for 15 minutes before you serve it. But you'll be able to control exactly what goes into yours - no emulsifiers or stabilisers or soya lecithin (what even), it's very likely to be cheaper than bought stuff, and you can get as creative as you like with the flavouring.

7) Don't be scared. There's a lot involved in homemade custard - from separating the eggs to heating the cream to carefully and slowly cooking the two together. However. As long as you keep stirring with your spatula and have a low heat, you will be just fine. Nigella Lawson recommends having a sink filled with ice cold water to sit the pan in quickly if you get nervous, I've never had to do that but it might give you peace of mind. I cannot overstate how clumsy I am, and not once in my entire life have I screwed up ice cream. Neither will you. And if you do, just step back a bit and try the more simple methods first.

And then try this. Bananas aren't my first choice of fruit but this recipe capitalises on all that they have to offer - the quick-to-caramelise sweetness, the creamy texture, and the light, almost lemony flavour. It is SO good.

Banana Pudding Ice Cream

From The Lee Brothers Southern Cookbook.

2 tablespoons butter
1/4 cup (tightly packed) brown or muscovado sugar
2 bananas, peeled and sliced
2 tablespoons dark rum (I used Gunpowder Rum)
2 large egg yolks
1/3 cup sugar
1 1/2 cups full fat milk
2 cups cream

(note: I also used 1 cup buttermilk and 2 1/2 cups cream, because that's what I had. Was fine.)

In a pan over medium heat, melt the butter till it's frothy, and stir in the brown sugar. This will become a delicious, bubbling caramel in a minute or so, and at this point, stir in the banana and cook till softened. Pour over the rum, allowing it to sizzle and bubble away for a minute or so. Remove from the heat, and spatula everything into a food processor bowl.

In a bowl, beat the egg yolks lightly then add the 1/3 cup sugar. Continue beating til mixture is thick and light. In the same saucepan you cooked the bananas in, gently heat up the milk. Don't let it boil, but let it get good and hot.

Remove the pan from the heat and take half a cup of milk from it, pouring it into the food processor with the bananas and blending the lot till very smooth.

Pour the rest of the milk carefully over the egg yolks, whisking while you do so. Now spatula all this back into the pan that the milk was just in, and heat very, very gently over a low heat, stirring all the time. It will take a while, but it'll thicken up into a light custard. At this point, take it off the heat (still stirring) and tip in the contents of the food processor, mixing it all together. Refrigerate till cool. And try not to eat it all at this point, rummy banana custard on its own is extremely delicious.

Finally: whisk the cream till it's nice and thick, fold it into the banana custard, tip the lot into a container and freeze, stirring occasionally.

According to the Lee Brothers cookbook, banana pudding itself is a bit of a die-hard American thing, but for all that, it's not necessarily particularly delicious. This ice cream is their take on it - for some reason I do love puddings that are variations on other puddings - and it's luscious stuff. I really like that there aren't huge quantities of everything, unlike other ice cream recipes which might ask you coolly for 9 egg yolks. The butter, brown sugar and rum elevate it above the ordinary, their dark caramel flavours not entirely muted by the freezing process. The result is a magnificently flavoured, velvet-textured, pale yellow ice cream. A very good idea would be to make a caramel sauce and add some of the rum in it, or even just do as we did and pile the ice cream into a glass and tip a capful of rum over the top. As you'll see in a couple of the photos, I dusted it with cocoa - the bitter plain chocolatiness of which was an excellent match.

Here's where I poured more rum over - the ice cream slowly and saucily melts into the alcohol. The spicy rum gives your mouth a hard-liquor kick which is then cooled by the ice cream. Meant to be.

As well as finally meeting the kitten over the weekend, Tim (who flew up to meet me) and I also caught up with heaps of my family and had a huge number of gifts pressed upon us - a jar of homemade lemon curd, a cake tin, socks, duck and hen eggs, bowls, and mugs. On Saturday night at my request Mum made corned beef, which she does with a level of amazingness I can only attempt to reach. I left feeling very happy and loved, and also nervous about the eggs, but miraculously they didn't break on the journey back to Wellington.

Thanks heaps to Jason who helped me with the html stuff on this blog. Explaining html difficulties is like explaining dreams, in that they're both boring to other people and it's really hard to properly convey the fear and drama. But I assure you, whether or not you find it interesting, he's the reason that you're seeing a new font here.
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Title via: One of my favourite musicals, A Chorus Line, and its charmingly conversational and surprisingly twisty song Nothing. I don't really like the movie (it cut the important Music and The Mirror??) but it luckily doesn't mess with this song in any way.
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Music lately:

While endlessly gazing at Poppy I realised she was almost identical to the kitten in David Dallas' very cool new video for Take A Picture (ka-chiiiik! Can't help it.) The eye colour is a little different, but apart from that...totally twins.

The Real McCoy, Come and Get Your Love. I know the whole omgilovethe90s! thing has lost all impact, but this is unquestionably (in my mind) one of the best songs of the last 20 years.
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Next time: Could be this delicious baked oatmeal recipe I found, or maybe this pea soup recipe which is basically just peas and water. It's not only extremely financially friendly, it's also surprisingly fantastic to eat, too.