Chocolate Beer Cake

Monday, April 11th, 2016

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I have not made a cake it a very long time. In fact, the last cake I remember making was a birthday cake in November. November. That’s five months ago. For someone who claims cooking as part of her soul this is appalling. Thus I present: The Chocolate Beer Cake.

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I bumped into a friend the other day who asked if I’d done any baking recently, he’s a fan of my cakes, and I had to say no. In my book, stress baking brownies to eat straight out of of the tin between bouts of dissertation  writing doesn’t count. It was almost shameful.

And thus, here is what I came up with on the train home on Friday whilst scribbling ideas for ‘giant fuck off recipes’ to make over the next few days while I determinedly don’t think about University, applications for Master’s degrees, my looming dissertation deadline and the 10 000 words I need to write, or my inevitable graduation into the adult world (ha) in July.

I admit, it’s not the most extravagant of giant fuck off cakes, but it’s been a long term and I am very tired. Chocolate and laced with booze is the best that can be hoped for.

I first started making this when I was probably about 14, and clearly couldn’t buy any alcohol, which meant I had to ask my Dad to buy it for me and ended up making it with some very strange combinations. I think once I even used Aspalls cyder, which sort of worked.

(Note: this works best with stout, but I forgot my ID when I went to the supermarket and couldn’t buy Guinness because I have the face of a child, the village shop only stocks Adnams or Scrumpy Jacks)

To make one cake:

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(Loosely based on this Delia recipe)

110g butter

200g soft dark brown sugar

2 eggs

75g caster sugar

50g cocoa powder

250ml beer

175g plain flour

1/4 tsp baking powder

1 tsp bicarbonate of soda

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For the icing:

2 tbsp beer

165g dark chocolate (the darker the better)

75g butter

165g icing sugar

You can also add walnuts, 25g chopped for the icing in the middle of the cake and 8 halves to decorate, but as I have an allergy I don’t.

Start by preheating your oven to 180C/170C fan/gas mark 4, grease and line 2 cake tins

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Cream together the butter and sugar until fairly light and fluffy, I lack the upper body strength to do this by hand so use a mixer. Then, gently beat in your eggs, one at a time. By this point you’re mixture should be a light brown.

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In a separate bowl, mix together your beer and cocoa powder, it doesn’t matter if there are still a few lumps.

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Add the rest of your dry ingredients to the egg mix and gently fold in the cocoa and beer. It will start to look like a bit of a hot mess at this point, but don’t worry!

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Once all of the beer/cocoa mix has been incorporated give it one more stir for luck and pour into your tins.

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Level off and pop them in the oven for about 30mins, they’ll be level and springy when cooked.

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Take your cakes out of the oven, and turn onto a cooling rack to completely cool.

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For the icing, melt the chocolate and beer together in a bain-marie.

Once the chocolate is melted take it off the heat to cool a little and cream the butter and icing sugar together. When light and fluffy, mix in the chocolate and beer.

Start by taking your least pretty cake and smoothing 1/4ish of icing over the top before sandwiching on the second cake.

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Now take the rest of your icing and divide into 3. Take the first 1/3 and spread it over the top of your cake. Take the remaining 2/3 and spread them around the sides, you might not use it all so spread the rest on the top of the cake.

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Et voilà!

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A Year in Books

Thursday, December 31st, 2015

Books of the Year

I started this year intending to record every book I read on Instagram. I used a hashtag (#Readin2015) and everything. It lasted a while, until a re-read of Persuasion in September. After that I just, sort of, forgot all about it. That’s not to say I forgot about reading at the beginning of September, just that the books I was reading suddenly became very niche and academic, some of which even I didn’t find interesting. And I forgot, a little bit. And so, at the end of the year, as I type there are six hours left of 2015, I thought I’d go through some of my favourite reads of the year. The ones that were on my shelves and not at uni or with the poor souls I’d almost thrown them at with excitement saying, “OMG you HAVE to read this book right this second it is FABULOUS!” Every one of these books is fabulous, even if some of them did leave me sobbing so much my nose bled.

So, find a pen and some paper and settle down. In no particular order, here is a selection of my favourite books from 2015:

The Secret History, Donna Tartt: I can thank my friend Olivia for introducing my to this. I’ve written about it before, here, so in the interests of brevity I’ll just say this: while I think most people I know read this for the *aesthetic* over plot, it sucks you right in. Classics students in Vermont go too far and the fall out is spectacular. You’ll read the last page and stare at the wall, mouth open, for a considerable amount of time before you can pull yourself together and back into the real world.

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A Room With a View, E.M. Forster: This is one of my all time favourite books. I read it multiple times while I was in Italy this year. In fact, I bought an extra copy when I went to Florence, where the novel’s protagonist Lucy Honeychurch and assorted characters are introduced, for a day trip in March and my flatmate Valentine bought her own copy when we went on a sweltering June day. I can’t put my finger on exactly why this book is so perfect but it’s something to do with the characters and their flaws. No matter what they are, snobbishness; indecision; indiscretion, Forster treats them with kindness. His other novels may be better written, they may be more complex, but none are as compelling as A Room With a View and it’s flawed, wonderfully human characters.

All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doeer: Of all the (probably) hundreds of books stacked precariously on shelves as I glance around my room, this is one of the most compelling, by far. I am someone who will make a valiant effort to get through any reading material put in front of me,  and I could not put this book down. In fact I stayed up until 4am, way past my bedtime, so I could keep reading and find out what would become of Werner Pfennig, Marie-Laure Leblanc, and her father’s small act of resistance, which has far reaching consequences, during the German Occupation of France in the Second World War.

The Miniaturist, Jessie Burton: This is one of those debut novels that gets talked about for months. It was also one of my first reads of the year, started as I was on the train back to university, and it’s stil seared onto my mind. The 18 year old protagonist, Nella, is married off to a man old enough to be her father and shipped off to 1686 Amsterdam. She’s given a dolls house replica of her new home by her husband and a ‘miniaturist’ begins to send her prophetic miniatures of household objects. I was gripped and ploughed through all 434 pages in a day and a half.

Pride & Prejudice and Persuasion, Jane Austen: I have read both of these books so often that my original copies are now held together with more sellotape and marmite than binding glue. Persuasion, in particular, has been my favourite for longer than I can remember. There’s little I can say that hasn’t been said before, except that regardless of what others may say their wit, humour, and warmth are eternally appealing even to the most cynical of readers.

Bridget Jones’ DiaryBridget Jones: Edge of Reason, and Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy, Helen Fielding: Oh Bridget. Dearest Bridget. I first picked up these when I was about 12. My copy of Bridget Jones’ Diary was stolen from my mother’s shelves after my first encounter with the lovable, clumsy, oh so relatable Bridget in the film at a sleep over when I was in year 7. I fell in love and haven’t looked back since. It’s become even more a guide book and a life line as I’ve aged into my mid twenties and people in my Facebook feed are getting married (?!) and having children by choice not accident (?!?!) This year, over the last four days, I’ve read all three books once more. Bridget takes on adulthood, Smug-Marrieds, Singletondom and dating with such pizzazz that I dare anyone to not lover, even just a little bit. Who wouldn’t want to handle life like Bridget Jones?

Death Comes to Pemberley, P.D. James: This was an assigned, for class read which morphed into a pleasure read. I was skeptical at first as my experiences wth Austen inspired fan fiction haven’t exactly been great, *cough* Pride and Promiscuity *cough*. Most people just can’t capture the spirit of the stories they’re trying to emulate. James, however, does it perfectly. Ten years after Lizzie and Darcy got married and rode into the sunset their plans are put on hold by a murder in the woods of Pemberley. Not only has James captured a more mature, self confident Elizabeth but she’s captured a Darcy softened by marriage. It’s fascinating to read about two of my most beloved literary figures from a different, competent, perspective and in the end I couldn’t put the book down until a conclusion was reached. I wont give you any clues though, you’ll have to read it yourself.

What were your favourite books from 2015?

 



O, Verona!

Tuesday, October 27th, 2015

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Way back in May, when my flatmate Valentine’s friend Christel came to visit Bologna, we went to Verona for a day.

We hopped on the train from Bologna and an hour and a half later we’d arrived and headed straight for lunch under some rather ominous clouds in the main square.

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After a rather uninspiring pizza, we headed off in search of some pudding and found these pots for sale in the market.

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All that fruit for 3€!

We wandered around the square for a while, trying to find the tackiest souvenir before heading down to Juliet’s Balcony. Remarkably, I managed to avoid all Shakespeare based puns throughout the day. It was a real effort.

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People flock to Juliet’s House, where the lovelorn and heartbroken leave letters to Juliet, see the 2010 film with Vanessa Redgrave and Amanda Seyfried. My personal favourite read ‘I want a puppy.’

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Keen to escape the tourist throngs and heat for a while we went for a wander. Down past shops and ruins, through the streets, and down to the river.

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After spending a while leaning on the banks, enjoying the peace and quiet, and every so often marvelling ‘flowing water!’ (virtually non existent in Bologna) we wandered back into the centre of the city and across to the castle, where I failed to take any photos that weren’t of my own hand.

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After a swift gelato stop we walked back through the city to visit two Cathedrals, getting caught in a torrential downpour along the way.

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After basking in the late afternoon sun for a while we realised the time and hot footed it back to the train station to head back to Bologna.



How to Spend a Weekend in Bologna

Thursday, June 11th, 2015

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Bologna is fantastic. Italy is lovely. Living abroad is brilliant. It’s a wonderful experience. Everyone should try it at least once in their life. Believe it or not though, sometimes you just want to spend time with someone who understands exactly what you’re saying and brings you bags of Dairy Milk Giant Buttons.

In mid-May, Hannah, possibly my oldest friend, came out to visit in Bologna. We spent a pasta, pizza, and prosecco fuelled three days playing tourist in my new(ish) city. It was wonderful.

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We started every day with orange juice (far too hot, and late, for cappuccinos) and apple cake at my favourite bar, Caffè del Mercato. Apparently, it’s one of the best  in Bologna. All I know is that the staff are the friendliest waiters I have ever come across, that their torta di mela is delicious, and that they sell glasses of perfect prosecco for 5€.

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We wandered around for half an hour or so before heading straight for lunch at Eataly (the website is in Italian).

Determined that Hannah should try as many of Bologna’s traditional dishes as possible while she was here, I ordered two giant bowls of tagliatielli al ragù and two glasses of San Giovese.

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Ragù is spag bol’s sexier, sultrier older sister. Apparently after the Second World War, the Allied troops who’d helped liberate Italy arrived in Bologna and loved ragù so much that when they got home they asked their wives and chefs in Italian restaurants to make them ‘spaghetti alla Bolognese.’ Unfortunately, it’s so good I doubt I’ll ever look at spag bol in the same way again.

Just look at it:

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After lunch we wandered down to my favourite church in Bologna, the Sette Chiese or Basilica Santuario Santo Stefano.

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According to legend the first of the seven churches began in the 4th century AD, which was rebuilt in the 12th century,  and the oldest parts standing today were built on top of a temple to the goddess Isis in the 5th century AD.

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Over the centuries, chapels and churches have been added or taken down. Today the two courtyards and the chapels that lead off from them are one of the most peaceful places in the city.

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Blouse: Zara, Jeans: Gap, Bag: Furla

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Just out of shot were some schoolgirls arranging the pot plants for a more aesthetically pleasing Instagram shot. Girls after my own heart.

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We sat in the second courtyard for a while, soaking the warmth into our bones, before we decided it was about cool enough to climb the 498 steps of the Torre Asinelli.

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“I’m going to try going down this bit backwards. Oh no, I think this may actually be worse!”

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We then rewarded ourselves with gelato (crema and raspberry here) before heading home for a nap and takeaway pizza for dinner.

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Day 2 started even later and with aching legs. After a very slow breakfast we headed back into the centre of town and wandered around for a bit, including heading back past Sette Chiese. Then we headed to another of Bologna’s churches, the Basilica San Domenico, where I failed to take any photos. I’m a terrible blogger, I know, here’s another photo of gelato (almond and crema) to make up for it:

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Suitably peckish we headed to lunch where, again, I failed to take any photos except of Hannah’s chocolate and hazelnut pudding.

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After lunch we walked through the University Quarter to the Museo Palazzo Poggi and passed the afternoon feeling a little sick after wandering through the anatomy and obstetrics galleries, where I didn’t take any pictures that wouldn’t make even the most hardened surgeon feel a bit queasy.

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Exhausted after another day of walking we headed home, stopping to get food and wine for dinner on the way.



Paris in the Spring

Sunday, June 7th, 2015

 

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Isn’t Paris wonderful in springtime? It’s warm enough to flirt with going jacketless and eating ice cream, the throngs of tourists have yet to arrive en masse, and everywhere you walk summer seems to be slowly waking up.

At the very end of April, I hopped on a plane and spent two glorious days in the City of Light.

 

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Falafel from Chez Marianne in Le Marais, modelled by Amanda.

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I think I may prefer the Louvre at night, now how does a girl get invited to their after hours events?

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We had Brunch at Marcel, which I highly recommend. Scroll back up and just stare at that French toast. The thought of it is making me hungry!

After brunch we strolled to the metro and headed to the Lanvin exhibition at the Palais Galleria. I didn’t take any photos as I was too busy taking in all of the incredibly beautiful clothes, but if you’re in Paris before the 23rd August you should add it to your list. If you want a sneak preview, Rose at The Londoner did a post which inspired us to go. Paris - 17

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The next day I woke up and headed straight to Orly after breakfast to catch my flight.

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What are your favourite things to do in Paris?



An Ode to Crumble

Sunday, April 12th, 2015

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There’s just something about crumble. Perhaps it’s because I live abroad now, and home comforts are few and far between (I found Heinz beans last week and bought four tins!) but I find myself hankering after the most comforting foods from childhood.

I was cleaning out the files on my laptop the other day and came across the photos of this rhubarb crumble that I made last summer, when I was still living in the rural UK. Struck by a sudden wave of nostalgia I was suddenly racing through memories of being six years old and taking a little tupperware of leftover crumble and custard to school on Monday.

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Unable to resist until lunchtime, during morning break I would grab the little pot from my coat pocket and, while the other children were racing around playing kiss chase and stuck in the mud, I would dig in with sticky fingers. Even now, sat typing at my desk, I can taste the tartness of the cold compote of fruit mingling with the sweetness and oats of the crumble topping. Unlike pizza, crumble is always twice as good cold, isn’t it?

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Crumble isn’t just an easy, fast, filling and nutritious pudding. It’s the taste of childhood. Nothing will send me into a fit of nostalgia more than the heady smell of horses; the perfume of a leather shop; a whiff of boot polish; or crumble. It is the taste of family and friends coming together. The very thought of a crumble conjures feelings of warmth and love.

 

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It doesn’t matter what the season is, if there are apples on the trees or raspberries on bushes, you can make a crumble. Passion fruit in spring; berries in summer; plums in autumn; and pear in winter. There is always something around you can use in a crumble, that’s their beauty. Comforting pudding is always in season.

 

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Once you have your fruit all you need add is the comforting, wholesome, slightly stodgy (isn’t that what makes it all the more comforting?) topping. This is where, I’ll admit, I depart from what my mum made on Sundays. I add a handful of oats, something I originally did just so that I could call this an ‘original recipe’ in my GCSE Food Technology class and save myself potentially minutes of homework. It turned out to be such a success that I’ve added a handful of oats to every crumble I’ve made since.

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Another seconds saving adjustment made for class purposes was substituting caster sugar for soft dark brown sugar to fulfil the requirement that we made the pudding ‘healthier.’ In my, humble, opinion this was a waste of time. ‘Pudding is pudding, leave it be!’ cried 15 year old me. Alas, the OCR exam board and the Department of Health probably disagreed. Though I still vehemently disagree with the idea of messing with puddings to make them a ‘healthy option’* (a rant which could, and probably will, make up another whole post) unless you have a serious health problem which a doctor has told you needs a modified diet, I now always use soft, dark brown sugar because it tastes about a million times more grown up.

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There are at least another 5000 words I could write about the manna from heaven that is crumble, but I feel like almost 600 words is probably enough.

So, here is my family’s, ever so slightly adapted, recipe for Sunday afternoon joy.

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Crumble is all about ratios, it’s not a lie when I say that this is how I revised fractions when I still had to study maths at school! I made enough for four people here, using the little glass pots that Gu puddings come in, so sizing the recipe up or down (ha) should be relatively easy. If you don’t have a mild addiction to Gu chocolate puddings then a mediumish sized pie tin (without a loose bottom) will do just as well.

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To make your fruit base you can either make a compote, which is ideal for rhubarb and other fruits which are unlikely to soften when the crumble is in the oven, or you can just chop them and sprinkle with a little bit of sugar. Go with about a handful of fruit per person.

If you aren’t making a compote preheat your oven to 200c. If you are making a compote, take your fruit and cut it into chunks. Then pop it in a sauce pan over a low heat with sprinkling of water and a pinch of sugar. You’ll need to keep half an eye on it, but let is simmer for about 10-20 minutes, giving the occasional stir. Once done, pop into your pot(s) and put to one side and preheat your oven (200c.)

To make enough topping for 4 people, you need:

150g plain flour

75g butter

50-75g soft, dark brown sugar

A handful of oats

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Now, all you have to do is rub the butter and flour together until it looks like bread crumbs. A food processor can do this in about 30 seconds flat, but it isn’t nearly as relaxing as the soothing, repetitive motions that come with 5 minutes spent rubbing fat into flour.

Next, stir in your oats and sugar. Here you could add some chopped up almonds, or any nuts really though almonds are the only ones which won’t send me into an allergic reaction.

Sprinkle a little sugar or cinnamon onto your compote and spoon on your topping.

Pop your crumble(s) in the oven for 20-40minutes, this depends on how big they are. Once the topping in golden brown serve with pouring cream (grown ups) or custard (grown ups who are pretending not to be.)

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*The term ‘healthy option’ sets my teeth on edge and raises my hackles. To me it reeks of condescension and smug, self righteous saintliness, and the exclusion of wonderful, nutritious, and, most importantly, tasty foods which can and should form a part of a balanced diet where everything is in moderation.



‘The Secret History’

Monday, March 23rd, 2015

IMG_0799The more I try to remember my immediate reaction to Donna Tartt’s The Secret History the more I realise it was pure shock. Ten minutes of being struck dumb followed by “Oh. My. God. I need a drink.” on repeat. Incidentally, the first draft of this post, which I wrote an hour or so after finishing the book, was “Oh. My. God. I need a drink. Oh. My. God. I need a drink. Oh. My. God. I need a drink.” over and over again about 200 times, which Olivia pointed out was at least appropriate for The Secret History‘s subject matter.

It’s hard to know how to describe this book. Traumatic would be one word. Really, really traumatic. Intense would be another. Terrifying, certainly.

Tartt explores the depths of human behaviour in a way most people wouldn’t even begin to contemplate. Six students at the elite Hampden College in Vermont, under the considerable influence of their enigmatic Classics professor, push the boundaries of academia further than even the most dedicated of students would consider rational. This leads to mystery, intrigue, and even murder.

Despite the traumatic roller coaster of emotions it caused I still find myself recommending The Secret History to every other person I meet, which has to mean it was one of the best books I’ve read.



My Mum’s Boxing Day Ham

Tuesday, December 9th, 2014

Every year, for as long as I can remember, my Mum has made a ham for Boxing Day. It sits in the fridge for the week before Christmas and I have to exercise enormous self control to stop myself from picking a piece off every time I walk past. We finally get to eat it on Boxing Day in front of the fire, sat in our pyjamas, watching Christmas telly, accompanied by jacket potatoes filled with salty butter; Mum’s chutneys, surely I’m not the only one incapable of saying chutney with out channeling Schmidt from New Girl; more cheese than any human should really be capable of eating; and wine. Lots and lots of wine.

If my mother were the kind of woman to have a catchphrase, it would be “If in doubt, Delia.” She follows this recipe from Delia’s Christmas book, which I’ve paraphrased here. I think the only change she makes is adding even more English mustard, because we really, really love mustard.

You need:

1 joint of ham, how much depends on how many people you want to feed; for how long; and how big their appetites are.

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Once the ham is home and out of its wrappings it’s put in the utility room sink and covered with water to soak, this lets the salt used for preserving the joint seep out into the water so you don’t end up with something too salty to eat. If you aren’t sure how long you need to soak your ham for ask the butcher you bought it from or have a quick google.

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Preheat your oven to 160C (Gas mark 3) and line your roasting tin with two sheets of foil, one length ways and one width ways. Take the ham from the sink and put it on the foil. You want to make a little tent for your ham from the foil and cook it for 20mins per pound (450g) of ham. So, if you have a 6lb ham, that’s 2 hours.

Half an hour before the cooking time is up take your ham out of the oven and turn it up to 220C (gas mark 7). Very, very carefully, using a tea towel to protect your hands, unwrap the foil tent and gently peel the skin from the ham. Seriously, be careful to not burn your hands, I can tell you from experience that it really, really hurts and will leave some impressive scars. Leave as much of the fat behind as possible. (Delia explains this bit far better than I ever could.)

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Score the fat diagonally, making diamond shapes and then stud each diamond with a clove. Smear the top of the ham with mustard, for a 6lb ham you’ll need around 1 1/2 very heaped tablespoons, but it’s up to your own taste. Sprinkle with an equal amount of soft brown or Demerara sugar and press it into the ham, it’s best to use your hands here.

Pop it back into the oven, uncovered for the last half hour of cooking.

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When cooked, it will need at least 45mins of cooling time before serving, or you can let it cool completely before covering and putting in the fridge to wait. After all, who really wants to spend Boxing Day cooking?

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What are your Boxing Day Traditions?



Tarte aux Abricots

Monday, June 23rd, 2014

Last Friday I bought a bag of apricots from the village greengrocer’s for 50p. (Yes, my village still has a greengrocer’s, it’s occasionally like living in Victorian England only there are fewer corsets, though tweed and flat caps remain in earnest.) When I got home and opened the bag, it quickly transpired that the apricots were very close to being over ripe and something had to be done with them sharpish. After a little brainstorming this ‘rustic’ tarte aux abricots was born.

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My apricots were so ripe that the poaching stage would have been utterly superfluous, they would have fallen apart. If you don’t make my mistake and buy apricots which are actually ripe, poach them to soften them for about fifteen minutes. You can find a recipe on BBC Good Food here, just follow the first two sentences.

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The pastry is a sweet crust recipe my mum has been using for as long as I can remember. It’s the first pastry she taught me to make. If I was very lucky, I’d be allowed to help her make it for her baked chocolate tart, which she made for years whenever my parents hosted dinner parties, which meant I could snaffle pieces (half the roll) and eat them when we were lining the tin. While chocolate tart as been ousted in favour of other puddings, this pastry remains my all time favourite for sweet foods. I use it for every possible pastry based pudding and treat. The recipe makes enough for two tarts, you can line another tin and keep it in the freezer, unbaked, for up to a month.

 

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The crème pâtissière is very loosely based on a Paul Hollywood recipe I found when I was leafing through How to Bake but I found that the original wouldn’t set no matter what I did so I’ve adjusted it significantly.

For one tart, you’ll need:

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500g plain flour

100g icing sugar

250g unsalted butter (cut into cubes and put back in the fridge to completely chill again)

2 eggs

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100g caster sugar

4 egg yolks

40g cornflour

500ml milk (most recipes state full fat milk but I’ve never really found a difference whichever milk I use)

The contents of 2 vanilla pods (good vanilla pods are pretty hard to track down and fairly expensive, I got mine at a market in the Midi-Pyrenees. If you don’t have any use half a teaspoon of vanilla extract and add more to taste.)

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You need about 14 apricots cut in half. If you can’t get your hands on any fresh apricots (i.e. if you have a real hankering in the depths of winter) a couple of tins of preserved ones will do just fine.

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Start by making your crème pâtissière. Put your sugar, cornflour and egg yolks in a bowl and whisk them together. Pop to one side and bring your milk and vanilla pods to the boil in a heavy bottomed pan. As soon as the milk is boiling remove from the heat and stir about 1/4 into your egg mix. Return this straight to the pan and the heat. Stir until it’s thick and smooth. Immediately remove from the heat and pour into a bowl. Give it a quick stir, if you’re using vanilla extract now’s the time to add it, and leave to one side to cool completely. When pushed for time, I’ve been known to stick the bowl in the fridge, or even the freezer, to speed up the chilling process.

To make your pastry beat together your butter, eggs and sugar and then add in your flour. I tend to use a food processor for this as it’s a bit sticky. Add a splash of milk and form a ball of pastry. Roll into a chunky sausage and leave in the fridge to chill for at least an hour.

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Preheat your oven to 180 celsius and grease a loose bottom flan tin. Take your pastry sausage and slice off disks. Press them into the tin, making sure you go about 5mm over the top. Prick the bottom with a fork and blind bake for 15mins, or until the edges start to brown. Take out of the oven and brush with a beaten egg. Put back in the oven until golden brown. Take out and cool completely.

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Once cooled, spread your crème pâtissière fairly evenly across the pastry and add the apricot halves in concentric circles, et voilà!

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Lemon Cakes

Monday, June 9th, 2014

Sansa Stark (aka the fictional character I will defend beyond all others) loves lemon cakes. By complete coincidence I also love lemon cakes. To be honest I love anything with lemon, even my tea. These light, fluffy bundles of yum are essentially the golden retriever of cake*. Adorable. They are especially good fresh from the oven (cakes not golden retrievers), served with cream and a helping of Game of Thrones, book or TV. They’re also easy as pie to make, basically it’s a fairy cake batter with some lemon thrown into the mix. So, in fact, easier than pie.

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For twelve, you need:

3 large, free range eggs

170g unsalted butter (let it come up to room temperature and soften)

170g caster sugar

170g self raising flour

The zest and juice of 2 lemons (keep one of your lemons, you’ll use it later)

 

Start by preheating your oven to 180c (that universal temperature) and then grease and line your muffin tin. If you’d prefer you can make this as one big cake, a remake of the 70s classic pineapple upsidedown cake if you will. Just remember to cook at 160c and for slightly longer.

Now put your eggs, butter, sugar and flour into a bowl and beat until you have a smooth batter, about 5 mins. Then mix in the juice and zest from your lemon. See, told you it was simple.

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Mix it well and then leave it to one side while you slice the lemon and add one ring to the bottom of each muffin tin. Pour your batter on top and bake for 20mins. They should be a golden brown when you remove them from the oven. If you aren’t sure, stick a knife in to the middle cake. If it comes out clean they’re done, if not give them a few more minutes.

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Now all you have to do is take them out of the tin and peel off the baking paper. Careful though, the sugar in the lemon gets really hot, I managed to burn my finger tips doing this. Smooth, I know.

To serve, place the cake on a plate with the lemon side facing up, and you’re done. Simple as that.

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Settle down for a GoT sesh, raise a toast to the Bad Ass that is Sansa Stark and maybe try to finish your food before that scene from last week’s episode. We all know the one I mean. I knew it was coming. It was still gutwrenchingly awful.

*There is a small chance I have spent this evening scrolling through pictures of dogs on Tumblr. A very small chance.



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