claudia's santiago and st clement's twofer

I have somehow found myself with a glut of packaged ground almonds; coinciding as this has with whiling away some cooking time listening to Claudia Roden on Woman’s Hour, I am left contemplating Claudia’s new book on Spain and, particularly, the almond cake from it that she proffered to Jane Garvey in the Woman’s Hour studio.

Claudia Roden is a cook and a writer that you would be hard pressed to find fault with. She is a part of our culinary landscape, the author of an impressive catalogue of books; she has introduced us, as a nation, to things that we now take for granted but which were, and are still in some instances, a little exotic for these shores. She has been involved in some interesting and valuable projects and her serenity and her wisdom make me want to sit at her feet and absorb a little of both for myself.

Woman’s Hour’s “Cook The Perfect … ” segment is, in my imperfect experience of it, a bit of a mixed bag; contributors may be leaders in their field (although occasionally less impressive on radio) but sometimes they simply have something to sell and are standing on whatever platform puts them currently in our sight line (often no more than a competition that has been popular on the telly) and are attempting from this basis some instruction - we cannot see, touch, smell or taste the result so we must have our imaginations whetted by what we can hear. There are not many up to this task but Claudia is one such - no noisy electric whisks and detailed technical instruction, no floundering broadcast journalist trying to claw back some appropriate, interesting, or plain audible content, instead a little gentle guidance in what is important to this recipe and a picture painted of a place I feel I would like to visit; yes she has a book to sell, but what a book it will be and she has so much more to offer than just this.

So, back to the cake. My ingredients are less than perfect; ready ground almonds in abundance that will have lost at least some of their fragrance and taste for having been prepared so far in advance, so much better for both flavour and texture, as Claudia points out, to grind your own, but, hey, I never said that mine would be perfect - I may need to lean a little harder on the almond essence than Claudia did or maybe I will simply allow the almonds to be of more textural interest and the flavour influences to come more heavily from elsewhere. A traditional Jewish recipe, adopted by the Spanish in terrain where no almonds or oranges grow and which relies on both, here presented as an Easter delicacy; I am borrowing it too and have given it a try in South East England feeling as I do, by now, romantically involved in its provenance.

tin prepared

cake baked

bluberries (for a compote, of course), sugared

and simmered

and,

ya está

Tarta de Santiago de Compostela

For serving, we added a little whipped cream; for the record, the cake was fabulous - soft and light, and a perfect foil for a little fruit and some creamy richness.

The recipe is available courtesy of Woman’s Hour, Observer Food Monthly and, of course, from the horse’s mouth, Claudia Roden herself in her book the Food of Spain.

But wait, there’s more - I have promised you a twofer; still with a fair amount of almonds left to conquer, and while idly googling for the links for this piece, I happened upon what appears to be a fairly famous Claudia Roden Middle Eastern Orange Cake and a Stephanie Alexander version of same. It struck me that the proportions and ingredients, bar the flavourings, were identical although the method was different. I coudn’t quite bring myself to make the ‘all in the blender’ version that Stephanie had written up, baking powder included in the absence of any other attempt to incorporate air in the batter, so had a go with an amalgam of both methods. This time, I needed to boil and somehow pulverise oranges. Fruit World still sporting Sicilian Blood Oranges at this time of the year the temptation was too great - back I went on a Saturday afternoon as The Parade was folding its canopies for the end of the day and bought these two wrapped little beauties.

Oranges steamed, chopped, blended, sieved (couldn’t stop myself from getting that puree as perfect as I could manage) and added to the mix, the cake was soon in the oven.

and here it is

- a Middle Eastern Orange Cake, by way of Sicily and, perhaps, meant to be a little denser, as it would have been had I followed the Stephanie Alexander method, but I like it this way, light and orangey and almondy - it will last a few days without stale-ing although I’m not laying any odds on its chances.

“every recipe tells a story” (Claudia Roden)

Erica x
(www.acookinthekitchen.co.uk)

Living Within

I have made it onto the printed page - page 19 of this month’s Elmbridge Edition of Living Within carries my first column - Hot X Buns, a contemplation. D1 has critiqued it, judged the finishing of a sentence with a preposition allowable journalese and declared herself a little shocked at my reckless use of innuendo - I swear innocence to the latter charge, a piece about ‘buns’ is always going to be tricky; much will depend on the reader.

a goldfish is not just for persian new year

The vernal equinox is upon us - the length of the day and the night are equal, 12 hours a piece, and the Persians are celebrating the start of Spring - Nowruz is here, I would like to wish everyone a prosperous one, and last night I celebrated in what I hope was appropriate style.

A trip up the A3 to Suroor Market for some ingredients was a starting point. Outside is arrayed the wealth of fruit and veg that I have come to expect of this exotic emporium: white onions, okra, several types and colours of fresh chilli pepper, tiny courgettes with a pale hue, aubergines in many different sizes, mangoes (not the cream of the crop yet, the compact, majestic Pakistani beauties that will hit the shelves soon(ish), but still… ), tiny sweet cucumbers, and, today, some fresh boxes of clementines, some plump, purple, perfectly honeyed figs, and some fuzzy, fresh-faced green almonds that will need nothing more than a bowl of salt for dipping them in.



Inside, ready to take a look around the dry goods - the spices and legumes and the nuts and dried berries that are not so easy to find in your average UK supermarket - I am stopped at the door by some herbs that I do not recognise. Madame at the counter is keen to help - the first one that I pick up she tells me is za'atar - I have never seen it fresh but she tells me I am in for a treat - the second one, not even she can name - but she knows exactly how to use it - chopped with tomatoes, peppers, olive oil, salt and a little lemon juice - “salad” - I am so excited, I put both in my basket.



(za'atar - a long leaf variety)



(who knows? - not me or Madame - but wonderful and fleshily fresh)

A careful trawl around the shelves later, some Lebanese yogurt, some barberries, some gold and some green sultanas, some sweetly sour plums, some freshly baked unleavened bread and a mound of fresh herbs, and I am ready to go - back home to have a look through my Persian recipes for a little refinement to the plan.

Where to start? A feast in prospect!

There will be rice, with a crust, some spices and saffron a little bejewelling, a stew with maybe some spinach and, of course the salad!

I gathered my ingredients:


(for bejazzling the rice)

some fragrant basmati

(sitting in a rice colander - every home should have one)


I settled on a menu:



(chicken with walnuts and pomegranate - fesenjân)


bejewelled, bejazzled, encrusted, spiced, saffroned rice (before

and after presentation )


Some salad

(of course!)


and the Persian fixings (yogurt, with a little herbage, and bread - which I forgot to take pictures of, but I’m sure you get the idea).

So, all in all, a bit of a treat.

Oh, and the goldfish? I have no idea why there should be a goldfish, but I know that there should - it is symbolic of something and is often there, on the table, at Persian New Year gatherings. I am informed by number one daughter, who has discussed this very matter with other non-Persians some time ago when they were hosting celebrations, that when the question of the goldfish came up, a little thought was needed before their decision was made, reluctantly, not to include one - a goldfish is not just for Persian New Year, after all.


“Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling”

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, (translation, Edward Fitzgerald)

Erica x
(www.acookinthekitchen.co.uk)

cherry pi

pi = 3.14, and a few other decimal places that need not trouble us here, and it is on this tenuous link that today is marked “International Pi Day” - the 14th day of the 3rd month, rendered, in the US, as 3.14.

So here I am, contemplating one of my favourite foods - Pie. I am not sure whether it is a symbol of British baking or whether it really belongs to the US of A, but given the genesis of today, I am taking my inspiration from America, North and South.

I have consulted my US cookbooks, had a look at the wealth of exoticism on display there and been down to Fruit World, Claygate to assess the state of their fruit supplies on a Wednesday morning.

To be honest, it’s not their best day - too early for the abundance of the weekend to come, a little late for the left over bounty of the one just gone, but my heart gladdened a little when I saw that Mick and the boys had a basketful of cherries (Chilean, in case you’re asking, and therein lies the S American connection) - not exactly seasonal, by local standards anyway, and not exactly local either, but looking about right for a pie - a little past their best so no feeling guilty about not eating them in their natural state, but not so far gone that they won’t cook well and there are just 2.5 lbs of them left in the basket - the exact amount I need and at a shockingly good price, all things considered. So, Black Bottom and Lemon Chess, Blueberry and Banana Cream will all just have to wait, and Cherry Pie it is.

I have strayed from my normal tried and tested pastry for the shell - I am advised by more than one source that a cream cheese and butter combination can make for a truly tender but at the same time fantastically flaky crust so am going with it. This does involve the use of a food processor (not at all easy making a bread crumby texture out of Philadelphia and flour with your finger tips) and I am throwing caution to the wind and departing from my normal technique completely - the Americans know a thing or two about pastry dough and I am determined to learn something from them.

Cherries de-stalked and pitted (crime scene kitchen surfaces cleaned - those of you who own a cherry pitter, or two?, you know what I’m talking about) and now back to the job of patiently waiting for the pie to take shape.

Everything requires a little patience with a pie; it is not a quick thrown together event, it requires a little forethought and a little gentle chillin’ while I help nature and science to do their jobs in the pursuit of avoidance of the worst of crimes against pie - a soggy bottom or a cloudy, claggy, middle.

Have decided on the extra complexity of a lattice top - in spite of the untested nature of my dough (US for pastry - see, I am getting the hang of the lingo).

A few complications re keeping the cherry shape intact, preserving good flavour and clarity and avoiding too much juice, later - lattice roofing in place and, as far as I can see at this point, stable.

The pie is “oven-ready”.

Out of the oven, some lessons learned. Happy Pi Day!

“there are few shortcuts to a great pie” (Matt Lewis, Renato Poliafito)

Erica x

(www.acookinthekitchen.co.uk)

eggcitement

What a day! Thank you to everyone who came to the inaugural outing of a cook in the kitchen; It was lovely to meet those of you I had not met before, and, of course, to see some familiar faces.

I hope that you all had a good time and learned something, if not least that I really meant it when I said to keep a regular eye (and probably a timer) on anything you put in an aga! Rhubarb purée aside, everything was as I had pictured it, right down to having a wonderful audience to share it with - it certainly wouldn’t have been the same without you guys; you made it such a pleasure.

Some pictures of the day - thank you to the wonderful Kate for putting on her photographer hat (she has so many and wears them all with such panache) and providing these - I just might have forgotten to pick up the camera in amongst all the eggcitement (feel free to groan - I know it’s bad). My lesson for the day? - I must remember to take a few pictures of your lovely faces and thus not dominate this space with pictures of myself.

I hope to see you again soon.

bastardised buns


I am a big fan of Dan Lepard - he understands dough like few others. An expert, an enthusiast, a teacher; dammit, the man’s a guru! Why try and improve on his well informed, well crafted, well practiced perfection? So, when my thoughts turned at 6am on a Sunday morning to the manufacture of some Swedish-style buns for a breakfast treat for my loved ones (and, of course, for myself) who else to start googling along with their name than his? I found them here (as I knew I would having tried this recipe before) - cardamom perfumed and filled with cinnamon.

However, the last time I made these, they were a bit lacking on sweetness for my taste (admittedly because I had no dark brown sugar and had opted to measure the light brown stuff I did have by eye) and the Ryvita element(?) - while I’m prepared to go along trustingly with most of Dan’s quirky ingredients on the basis he really knows his onions, it was a bit of a turnoff (plus, I don’t have any Ryvita anyway).

Distracting me further was a retained memory of Jamie’s ‘Sexy’ blueberry version found here, which looked great when he made them and first introduced me to the notion of a Swedish bun. But it was a little less than sexy in the making, TBH, and the final outcome owing to a 'tight’ dough with, I thought, a little too much flour in the mix, plus the whole blueberry/orangejuicy/sugary/messy bit, let down the look and eating quality somewhat.

With these thoughts in my head, I set about doing what anyone in my position might have done, and cannibalised the ideas of both recipes to create the inauthentic, truly sexy, Swedish cinnamon bun of my imagination.

I kept pretty faithful to Dan’s dough proportions,



and to his base notes of cardamom, lemon and cinnamon, but added in a handful of blueberries, some different varieties of sugar and a bit more lemon into the mix



and the result - Bliss. A light, springy dough, perfectly flavoured with some none too delicate spicing, a sugar crunch to bite into and some luscious blueberry juicy bits (and, to be frank, that is not how I would describe the bloobs in their pre-baked state when they were distinctly lacking the crisp, juicy, non-wooly allure of a blueberry at its peak).



So, here they are - my idea of a pretty damn good bun; one worth taking a little time to appreciate with a cup of morning coffee. Purists may not approve but what the heck. Thanks to Dan and Jamie for their skill and their inspiring ideas for helping me to bring these babies to life.



“I was going to egg wash it, but I don’t think we’re in that kind of a place anymore” Jamie Oliver

Erica x
(www.acookinthekitchen.co.uk)

very full tart


I have noticed as the years go by that really good friends don’t always have to be the ones that you see every day, or even all that often. My really good friend Jane came for lunch yesterday. We could be twins; we share our age, the ages of our children, the experience of being brought up by mothers who shared a certain Scots style of parenting that makes us laugh out loud at the ‘austerity’ we have encountered in our youth, and we share an outlook. I haven’t seen her since last spring and we have so much to catch up on that lunch, while not an insignificant part of our meet, must not get in the way of it.

Decided early it would have to be a tart of some sort - almost infinitely variable ingredients, easy to make, does not involve any additional fiddly bits (other than a bit of salad) or too much in the way of serving gear, and we can absent mindedly keep 'cutting and coming again’ without stopping for polite enquiry about another slice or pausing too long from our banter and badinage and blether and belly laughs for which we never have enough time.



Started the morning with the knowledge that I would need to get a pastry shell put together and, while this was chillin’ in the fridge, took a look at my cook books for a little inspiration. My eye was caught, as it often is when I want something a bit special for lunch, by Yotam Ottolenghi and 'Plenty’. Here is not a man who stints on ingredients, so a tart from him should be plenty satisfying, and there it was, 'Very full tart’, for which I had all the basic ingredients barring the veg.

No problem - 'Fruit World’ would supply all in a jiffy with just a quick nip down the road. The 'Fruitaneers’ also had some lovely sweet cherries, from I know not where, I am ashamed to say, winking at me in the doorway and at a very good price - their loss leader was my gain, as there was the perfect little something to go with our coffee later without drawing too much additional breath.



So, to cut a long story a little shorter, job done! You can tell when I began to lose concentration on the task of this blog post - there is a reason that the picture under the title is not a picture of the very full finished tart in its entirety; The tart still in the oven as she arrived, I completely forgot to take the picture of what it looked like after it had come out until after my friend had left!



The tart was full and fantastic as was the day - full of conversation and fantastic company; thank you Jane for both - I am replete today but so looking forward to the next time!


“A fantastic Mediterranean feast, full to the brim with roasted vegetables”: Yotam Ottolenghi


Erica x
(www.acookinthekitchen.co.uk)

embracing the inner cringe

Where to start with a new website? How to make the leap from creating a site and playing with it for fun to taking the slightly daunting step of putting it out there - will it look OK? will it work? will people come?

I am advised by one I love very much, and who has been demonstrating admirable patience in waiting for my ‘launch’, that the time has come for me to “embrace the inner cringe” and post it on its www. So, here goes, diving in right now and hope to see you when I surface - just off to upload a website!

Erica x
www.acookinthekitchen.co.uk

Testing, Testing, Testing!

Hello World! I think this is the customary greeting when learning new ways to connect on The Web. In any case, this is my new (my only) blog, connected with my new venture www.acookinthekitchen.co.uk, soon to be launched.

After cooking for more years than I care to remember and having spent the last few involved in passing on my skills to others in formal classrooms, I have decided to take the leap into continuing this in my own style, on my own terms, and in my own kitchen.

I have had a few friends around for some test classes and am ready for the next level. A new website, a new blog, a new experience. Watch this space, which I hope will be filled with thoughts, progress, influences, some conversation and whatever else comes along and takes my fancy - I hope that we can learn some new skills together.

Welcome!

Erica x