I whipped this up last night before heading out to see Annie Mac DJing in The Twisted Pepper in Dublin. She played a KILLER set, everyone was going mental and now my head and feet are sore today. Twas great.
This is from BBC Good Food as well. I had a serious craving for a light salad after all the carbs last week. Couscous is beautiful and I got some lovely oregano flavoured soft feta cheese from M&S. This took about thirteen minutes to get ready. That’s how I likes it.
My friend Dee was cooking for about ten people last week and she was a bit stressed because she was cooking straight after a long week at work and wanted something simple yet lush. I had just tried this the night before and suggested it. She quadrupled up the ingredients and it worked a treat.
This was the second time I made this Caramelised Onion and Blue Cheese pasta and it was deeeeelicious and totally simple. I bought some beautiful Gorgonzola from the Temple Bar Food Market on Saturday and made this in 15 minutes after a long Monday at work. Perfect.
My buddies at EgoEccentric hooked me up with this vid. This is Raekwon the Chef from The Wu-Tang Clan getting all foodie like. I like the way he talks about food like he’s at a freestyle competition, it’s great! It’s a long rambling video but there’s a lovely bit in the middle where he talks passionately about being an artist and keeping on doing what he loves no matter what any of the haters say. He seems like he’s having a good time making food for his mates and talking about his cooking like he’s Delia’s ultimate rival. And it ends with a motivational self-bigging up speech about his mic capabilities. Lol.
“Put some garlic in these eggs and all that shit. Put some of that good ol’ mother fuckin’ salt in there.”
I’m telling ya…it’s been a guilty week. Since the guilty pleasures party, I haven’t had one healthy home-made meal. It’s been Indian takeaways, ham and coleslaw sandwiches for dinner (it’s just not right) and pot noodles. Salad is on the menu for tonight, for sure. Even if it is miserable outside!
Following the launch gig of the rather wonderful and quite prolific Adrian Crowley’s latest album Season Of The Sparks in The Sugar Club last night, there were some late-night pints accompanied by appropiately random chats with various lovely folks.
The subject of food phobias came up as someone was being slagged for not liking tomatoes and lettuce, specifying that cherry toms were ok but not the big ones, cooked or raw.
One of the girls said that she couldn’t eat mashed potatoes, a trait passed on to her through her Dad who’d had the unpleasant experience of being overfed them as a child. Similarly, Niall’s Dad unsuccessfully tried to pass on his disdain for eggs to Niall and his siblings. I know at least three people who simply abhor mushrooms.
For me, likewise with the above, I suffer not really from food fears but negative food associations. I love to try new, weird and wonderful foods but, even as someone who prides themselves on being gastromically open-minded, there are still a few things I can’t eat. And it’s all down to a not entirely unpleasant but nonetheless psychologically irritating experience in my youth.
I went to boarding school in Dublin for four years in my late teens and as a result I can not eat roast beef, cauliflower or McCambridge’s Brown Bread. As I said, it’s not a phobia as much as the association of horrendously mass-produced dry, flavourless, boiled to within an inch of their life veg and dehydrated wilting roast beef served with a side order of metallic gravy and synthetic stuffing. And for four years, breakfast was that psuedo soda bread that McCambridge’s have somehow managed to pawn to a vast majority of people as an actually decent cut of bread. Christ on a bike.
But apart from boarding school food tasting like old tea towels, my parents were far, far away – and don’t get me wrong, that was both a brilliant thing and a totally shite thing at the same time – and I think that sometimes dry roast beef tastes a bit like homesick to me. *sniff* This is all very Oliver Twist.
There are people who suffer from genuine food phobias, which must be an absolute nightmare. Here’s a fairly comprehensive list of some of the possibilties. Consecotaleophobia is surely one of the rarer ones!
Are there any foods that you dislike and are able to pinpoint where the negative assocation comes from?
Below is the video for Adrian Crowley’s The Wishing Seat, taken from Season Of The Sparks is out next Friday the 1st of May and will no doubt available in Road Records in Dublin and the most reputable record shops around the country. Until then, head here to buy Adrian Crowley’s last album, the bleedin’ lovely Long Distance Swimmer.
That’s right, Red Lemonade. Illegal in every other country in the world except Ireland. After a fashion.
A while back, I was reading through the excellent Eat Like A Girl blog, which is by Niamh who is an Irish lady based in London. I saw this post about a Guilty Pleasures Dinner Party and I said by gum, I’ll have me one of those, thank you very much.
So I invited a few folks over to our flat and we had a really, really fun night of eating some rather ridiculous food. I’m still in a carb coma today. My goodness, it was fun though!
Quote of the night: ‘Are you trying to out Phil Collins each other? Oooh let’s have a Phil Off!’
I’ll let the pictures do the talking as I am suffering from a hands-up guilty hangover.
We started the night with my Guilty Pleasure of Pimm’s No 1 Cup – it makes it easier to pretend that you live in Wimbledon. I mean at the tennis competition, not just regular Wimbledon in London. Traditionally you’re only supposed to add lemon and cucmber but I usually go for the sweeter strawberry and apple with cucumber and mint. As a mixer, it has to be half lemonade and half ginger ale. Bring it!
There’s me on my way to Fallon & Byrne. How unutterably chic!
Nah just kidding, I did a load of eating this week but I also had a visit from my friend The Energy Vampire. I was zapped. Totally due to a miserably grey few days in Dublin. No matter how hard you try to perservere with cheeriness, after having changed your socks three times due to dampness and having your new haircut – which you don’t really like – going frizzy AGAIN in the rain you’re like….pffff., just pass me the tub of philadelphia cheese with a spoon and I’ll stuff a cracker in my mouth at the same time as the cheese and chew.
I did make one or two nice things over the last week but between one thing and the other it didn’t make it up on the blog. For shame.
Did I mention that I bought some beautiful purple sprouting broccoli last Saturday in the Temple Bar Food Market in Meeting House Square last week? Strangely, it’s the first Saturday I’ve made it down since we moved in to the city centre.
Hurrah! New cookbook in the house! I’d been eyeing this one for awhile and took the plunge the other day and got myself a copy of The Cornucopia At Home Cookbook.
I really love the vegetarian restaurant on Wicklow Street in Dublin, and anytime I need a meal that makes me feel healthy throughout I head there for a big plate of whatever’s going. My only quibble with it is that, because it’s such a popular place, it can be a bit crowded and stressful. Thus I am very much looking forward to the completion of their renovations, which aim to expand the space of the restaurant and double the seats.
Along the same line of thought, how deadly would it be to cook the yummy Cornucopia food in the comfort of your own home? The cookbook, written by Eleanor Heffernan, is packed full of useful tips on everything vegetarian/vegan/generally healthy, as well as loads of really well-written easy to follow recipes and baking tips and quiche tips and gorgeous pics and a genuinely touching introduction from the owner and founder Deirdre McCafferty.
I was really looking forward to getting stuck in and I was leafing through the book before bedtime last night – I find it strangely relaxing to read cookbooks in bed in my jammies – I spotted this stuffed aubergine with tomato sauce recipe.
I’m going to post this recipe on the condition that at least ONE of you reading this buys The Cornucopia Cookbook. Buy it here on-line or head down to your local book shop and see if they have it. Honestly, it is wonderful. And I’ve only just started with it! Once I get a new oven in the flat, I’ll be attempting my first quiche following the recipe in the book.
Don’t get freaked out by the long list of ingredients. It’s mainly just spices and although the recipe takes about an hour and 40 minutes altogether, with the chopping and baking and roasting and all that, it was fun to make and not a bit stressful or fiddly.
Have you ever had Trix cereal? It’s sugary and in hindsight, I can see why my mum wouldn’t let us eat it as kids. We were hyper enough as it was.
Here’s an ad for Trix yoghurt which looks about as nutritious as a piece of old trodden-on goat bum fluff.
What’s wrong with the rabbit anyway? It’s fairly pathetic that after about fifty years of trying to get ‘his hands’ on the Trix, he still hasn’t managed it. Seeing as he’s up against children and all. Bah!
Here’s the Trix rabbit Family Guy styleee….
Good Friday, y’all!! Whoop whoop!! Oh no…wait…no whoops at all, there’s no BOOZE!!!
*runs screaming hysterically from laptop looking for nearest bottle of perfume to breathe in the alcohol level and normalise IPAT (Irish personal alcohol temperature)*
Ouch! That looks painful.Poor fish. You’ll feel better when you’re in me belly…
If I was ever to go on a proper diet again (the last attempt being an ill-advised broccoli broth diet myself and my sister tried a few years back which lasted three days before we cracked and had a super major binge on eight slices of nutella smothered toast each) I would follow the GI Diet.
I have a copy of the GI Diet book by Antony Worrall Thompson, who strikes me as quite a smug little man, but by gum, his recipes are rather lovely. The book is full of delicious recipes which are interesting enough to enable you to maintain a healthy diet. Buy it here.
I’d spotted a recipe for grilled mackerel with chilli and horseradish so I went down to Moore Street in Dublin today to find me some fresh mackerel. There’s a little outdoor stall towards the Parnell Street side of Moore Street with two proper Moore Street ladies manning the station, filleting fish and serving folk with a bit of old school Dublin spirit, all howyahs and jaaaysuses. I got two pieces of fresh mackerel, filleted and wrapped in The Herald for €2.50. Bit of a steal in fairness.
When I got home I found there was still quite a lot of teeny little bones in the fish, which I tried my best to pull out before cooking the fish, but we did end up eating our dinner a bit gingerly to make sure we didn’t, well, choke. Other than that though, the fish was perfectly fine. I’m going to head back to the Moore Street stall and see what else I can try out. And maybe I’ll politely ask if there’s a good way of getting all the bones out of the fish!
2 fresh whole mackerel, heads removed, gutted and cleaned
1 de-seeded and finely chopped red chilli
2 spring onions, finely sliced
2 teaspoons of grated horseradish (I only had creamed horseradish of which I used 1 teaspoon and it worked out just fine)
1/2 teaspoon of dried chilli flakes
1 teaspoon of chopped rosemary leaves
juice of 1 lemon
1 tablespoon of olive oil
Sea salt and black pepper
(The original recipe was for four so I just halved everything. I can has division tables?)
I served the mackerel with roasted baby potatoes with Rosemary and sliced garlic. Yum yum. I scrubbed up the potatoes and popped them in a baking tray with two cloves of sliced garlic and a generous sprinkling of rosemary leaves. I put these in the oven at around 180 degrees C for about 40 minutes, until they looked kind of like this: