Bugs Bunny pasta

It seems the time has come again

for things that frighten boys and men

Of ghosts and ghouls and witches brooms

to leave the comfort of their tombs

As Jack O Lanterns light the way

and all things creepy come to play

Grab your friend and hold on tight

All Hallows' Eve begins tonight

Although I live 'down under', Halloween seems to excite my inner child who revelled in all things spooky and slightly macabre growing up. Whilst my fellow school mates idolised Britney Spears, it was Wednesday Adams whom I felt a kinship with. Beetlejuice, Buffy and Jack Skellington were my peeps. So despite the lack of pumpkins on doorsteps and door-knockers in costume, I still wanted to get in on the action and contribute something 'orange' for this occasion. And although not necessarily spooky, mention cooked carrots to a child and I'm sure they'll be frightened :)

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 50mins.
total: 1 hour.

taste: 4/5. Carrot-tastic!

When I was no higher than a hip bone twas true that I detested any form of cooked carrots. Perhaps if I had been given this dish my carrot-loathing would have been halted far earlier than the age of twenty-two...

I loved this dish. It was tasty with a lovely balance of sweet, salty and savoury (although I may have added a little too much thyme the second time around, don't be too liberal with this fragrant herb). Both adults and children alike loved it. As always, I would increasing the topping-to-pasta ratio, as it's always best to have more than less. I also found that this worked with some pasta shapes better than others. Penne wasn't as great as farfalle or even macaroni.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Bugs Bunny pasta

Shepherd's pie

The next time it rains, when the last drop has fallen to its soil, go outside. Close your eyes... I n h a l e.  
Can you smell it? Amazing isn't it? It's as if the rain has stripped away Nature's cloak with its crystal soak and revealed her innermost secrets. The world suddenly smells alive. Just breathe it in and feel it rush through your veins, pulsating Mother Earth's very life essence through your soul and Really Wake Up.

If I could bottle the scent of newly washed air and dew-laden gardens I would dab it onto my wrist and sniff whenever the world began to look less colourful or my connection to it wavered. So, CHANEL or Dior or anyone, get right on that please :).

Freshly fallen rain not only makes the day smell better, it also makes me hungry. Perhaps it is from the revitalising cool air on my face after hours spent jailed indoors by the water's slanted bars that sparks my appetite, I'm not really sure. But it's not just me either. Once the pitter pattering stops, my male-half suddenly awakes from his laptop trance and asks, "what's for lunch?"

Today, nothing tastes better post-elemental shower than a warm, nourishing pie from the oven. During my short-lived meat-eating-era my favourite savoury pie was a Shepherd's - the combination of pillowy mashed potatoes covering the saucy flavoursome meat just did it for me. What is your ideal rainy day lunch?

Shepherd's Pie
from Gourmet Traveller
serves 4

1 tbsp olive oil
1 onion, finely chopped
1 carrot, finely chopped
2 garlic cloves, finely chopped
1 fresh bay leaf
800 gm minced lamb (I used 200g less as I wanted it to be more saucy.)
2 tbsp tomato paste
250 ml (1 cup) brown chicken stock (see note)
125 ml red wine
60 ml (¼ cup) Worcestershire sauce
120 gm (1 cup) frozen peas, defrosted
1 cup (loosely packed) flat-leaf parsley, coarsely chopped
Creamy mash
800 gm desiree potatoes, coarsely chopped
250 ml (1 cup) pouring cream
100 gm butter, softened

Preheat oven to 200C. Heat oil in a pan over medium heat. Add onion, carrot, garlic and bay leaf and cook until vegetables are soft and start to colour (7-10 minutes). Season to taste, add mince and stir, breaking up mince with back of spoon until brown (5-7 minutes). Add tomato paste and stir to combine. Add stock, wine and Worcestershire sauce, bring to the boil, reduce heat to low and simmer until sauce is thick (20-25 minutes). Stir through peas and parsley and season to taste.

Meanwhile, for creamy mash, place potatoes in a pan and cover with cold salted water. Bring to the boil over medium heat and cook until tender (10-15 minutes). Drain potatoes and return to pan. Add cream and butter and mash until smooth. Season to taste.

Divide mince mixture between four 2 cup-capacity ovenproof dishes. Top with potato and bake until golden (10-15 minutes). Serve with extra Worcestershire sauce to the side.

ease: 4/5.
prep: 40mins.
cooking time: 10mins to brown potatoes.
total: 50mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Those shepherd's sure know their pies.

R loved this and was asking for more the next day. Apart from tasting the mash (which was lovely with its buttery downiness) I didn't taste the meat mixture, but I smelt it cooking and it made me swoon with salivation. The smell almost ended my sixteen years of vegetarianism...almost.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Shepherd's Pie

Rhubarb, rose & pistachio dessert

 And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"

The beginning of Spring is like the first chord struck during a theatre performance; No matter what conversation you are in or what you are doing, when that first note is heard everyone is thrust into a hushed awe. And that is how the Spring flowers bloom. One morning you awake and they are simply there, stunning you into silence with their unexpected beauty. My favourite of all the flowers that awaken one September morning are the blossoms. Be it cherry, plum or pear they all cheer me equally with their paper thin fragility in hues of pink, snow white or apricot blushes.

Each morning I tiptoe into the crisp air, still tinged with Winter's icy kiss, and soak up every petal in every shade, knowing that soon they will give in to the honey words of the wind and fly away to dance their last until next September, their scene replaced by October's act.

The changing of a season reminds me to savour those fruits still lingering from last, like the glossed stalks of Rhubarb, each a different shade of crimson or magenta with their leafy emerald tops, soon to fade from farmers stalls. You should come to expect at the ending of one season and beginning of another to be showered with posts featuring one or two fruits, or even vegetables. Rhubarb will no doubt feature more than once this coming week as I hurry to savour its taste. That's the glory of seasonality, nothing gets old.

Now you must excuse me, it seems this morning's two hour glucose blood test marathon has finally caught up to me, and I'm feeling rather faint much like most of the female characters in Victorian classics tend to do on an hourly basis. This sweet treat will surely speed my recovery :).

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 3mins.
cooking time: 12mins cook and rest.
total: 15mins.

taste: 3.5/5 - texture troubles.

As you all know, I recently joined to the rhubarb club and was quite enjoying my membership. I love the way it tangs and tarts in such a sweet manner, and I also adore the way it collapses beneath my spoon after its stewing.
In this dish I liked the following:
the combination of rose, rhubarb and pistachio, truly a terrific trio in the making. The yoghurt added a clean palate to the dish without offering competing flavours.

What I didn't like:
The texture. I'm not sure why but the rhubarb mixture left an incredibly chalky after-texture that I did not care for at all.
Whilst the flavour was good, the texture was too off-putting for me and I wouldn't even have a clue as to why it was chalky.

recipe: Rosewater rhubarb dessert

would I make it again: No - the texture ruined it.

Gypsy pork rolls with sofrito

It's surprising what sneaks back in your luggage following a holiday.
Some people bring back trinkets of famous monuments, artisan goods or cheap knockoffs depending on the location. Others, myself included, amass hundreds of snapshots or film clips to put into slide-shows or albums to share with friends and family. And then there are some that find the glimpse of another life in a different country too good to pass up and simply bring their suitcases home only to fill them with their old life's belongings to head back to start afresh.

My bags from France came back with a little of all three. I pulled out blocks of silken chocolate wrapped in beautiful delicate papers that would make any girlish heart squeal with glee. The scents of petite soap bars mingled in the air exhaling notes of rose, lavender, lime and lotus as we passed them around, each recipient choosing one that pleased their nose most. Following the gifts we watched the photos on our flat screen, offering commentary when prompted; the shots from Paris elicited the most oohs and ahhs. Believing my luggage to be empty we bid everyone adieu and settled back into our old habits.

But I was mistaken. Something had stowed away and followed us home. It was neither souvenirs nor film but a piece of life from France. A ritual we had been quick to adopt when living in our apartment on the Avenue de la Bourdonnais; the afternoon siesta. Lunch in France is not a sandwich scoffed down at a desk nor a coffee in a paper cup. It is a sacred time of respite, rest and the enjoyment of a good meal. It is meant to be savoured and lingered over not rushed or worked through. We realised soon that we would have to schedule our grocery shopping around the two-sometimes-three hour afternoon break when stores would be closed and bistros filled with people relaxing, laughing and ceasing their work to go back to living. Lunch became our favourite part of the day. We would eat a three course meal whilst watching the world go by or head home to whip up a feast of fresh produce, fluffy baguettes filled with oozing cheeses finished with the most juicy strawberries imaginable, eaten with our fingers whilst our feet rested on the balcony balustrade, the breeze tickling our toes as we let ourselves slip into the afternoons embrace. It was as replenishing to the soul as a cool drink of water following days of thirst. And yet it was the first thing to be forgotten on our return home...

Until it crawled out of my luggage and unto my lap. If we can do it in France, then why not here? We choose our own hours, so why not choose something that made us happy? I became determined to give it a try. Instead of sending my husband off to work with a standard sandwich he left empty handed, but with a promise that I would return at 1pm with something worth taking a break for.

And that is what happened. At 1pm I arrived at his work with two large lunches and some cutlery. Although he was busy he stepped out and we ate in peace at a leisurely pace, enjoying our food and conversation at the back of the store on a tiny table for two most commonly used for storage. Not only did we enjoy our lunch, but I have a feeling that little table was also happy to finally be used as it was intended.

We have been home for a few weeks now, and more often than not we are still managing to shut off if only for one hour to enjoy a lazy lunch and recharge our spirits.

ease: 4/5.
prep time: 5mins
cooking time: 35mins
total: 40mins

taste: 4.5/5. The first impressive lunch.

Although it didn't look as pretty packed into a tupperware container, hubby was still happily surprised by his lunch when I came to drop it off - it was his 'tastiest' lunch ever. He said it was full of flavour and wolfed it down in minutes.

I tasted the sofrito which definitely packed a flavour punch. The tomatoes were sweetly acidic from the sherry with the caramelised sweetness from the onion and garlic also. I used smoked paprika (not pimento) which I doubled because I simply loved the depth it gave to the dish, it really brought it all together. The mint leaves also helped to cut through the smoky, tangy sweetness with a burst of freshness every now and again.

I forgot to get the butcher to butterfly and pound the pork, so I just sliced it in half, and although it was a little thick and the rolls a little clumsy, it still tasted fine, but it was a bit pink in the centre which hubby didn't mind.

would I make it again: Yes.

recipe: Little Gypsy Pork Rolls

Spiced zucchini loaf

The rising sun
Blesses my mind
With joy.
The setting sun
Blesses my heart
With peace.

Sri Chinmoy

I never underestimate the power of the sun on our mood and our sense of well-being. It really is amazing to see the effect sunshine, following days of grey and slate, has on people. It's as if they have become uncovered for the first time after years spent under a dust sheet in an unused room. All of the glum and apathy fall to the floor as they breathe, smile and lift their heads to the sky.

I witnessed such an event yesterday at a friend's son's baptism. The clouds had rolled back and the sun came marching out with baton in hand and a super snappy step to match. Everyone greeted each other with, 'how perfect is the weather today, so beautiful', with a smile beaming from their sun-dazzled cheeks. It made the day just that much more special and joyous. The little man himself enjoyed the sun's kiss on his head and soon forgot the tears from his oil-bath. Like an eraser to a chalk board, all negativity is washed away by golden light.

It seems Winter has allowed Spring to set up one week early - flowers have already begun to bloom, birds have begun their mating dances, and leaden clouds no longer carpet the entire sky. I find that I am making excuses to be outside and feel the warmth tickle the surface of my skin. Even the air feels fresher when drenched in bright-lemon rays. 

As the afternoon approached I decided to bake a treat to accompany a cup of tea and a midday nature-break, which may have lingered past the hour...

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 50mins.
total: 1 hour.

taste: 4.5/5. This became my catnip.

I will never forget how this loaf made my home smell. The mixture of spicy cinnamon and heady nutmeg combined with that sweetness of bread made my home as inviting as a roaring fire on a frostbitten day - I felt like I was getting a huge aroma-cuddle. Sigh.

The taste was nourishing and deeply satisfying - the spices, the sweetness, the moistness, just everything.

The texture was as perfect as the Winged Victory of Samothrace. The crust became that perfect chewy, slightly crunchy texture which gave way to a super moist but with only a slight large crumb centre.

I liked this so much I made it twice in one week. I made it first with white spelt flour and the second time with wholemeal spelt flour - both were lovely, but the first had a slightly softer centre.

I also increased the cinnamon to 1tsp and the nutmeg to 3/4tsp.

would I make it again: Already have.


recipe: Zucchini bread

Black forest mousse

Of course, I photographed my own glass, which was the dodgiest one. I assure you, the others were beautifully layered and much more appealing.

My energy has waxed and waned like the sea's edge lapping at the shore.

Some moments will find me fluttering to all corners of a room like a fairy high on Pixie Dust; enthusiastically humming to upbeat tunes whilst scrubbing counter tops with all the enthusiasm of the kids on Glee combined. And then comes the low of lows trough, in these moments, I will be hidden beneath layers of bed sheets, consciously ignoring the suns persistent knocking on my window as it peers between the blinds whilst calling me out for pretending not to be home.

As much as I'd love to raise my eyebrows comically, hands by my ears and with a shrug say 'I have no idea what's causing my energy-fluctuations,' I cannot. One look at my food-intake of late and you'll be shaking your head and waging your finger at me. My stomach has entertained all kinds of cakes, tarts, chocolates, pastas, chips, dips and everything bad for my hips. I think it's time I got off the sugar train and made a reservation for Veggieville. But before then, I'll be hosting a final party in my belly for some chocolate peeps and maybe a few cookie bros. To kick it off, let me introduce you to Mrs Mousse - such a sleek and silky lady :).

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 6mins.
total: 6mins.

taste: 4/5. Simple - but impressive and delicious.

I recently chose this to finish a dinner party, I wanted something really quick and easy, so I could hastily get back to the guests, but I also wanted it to look special and taste lovely. The flavours are classic black forest - chocolate, cream, cherries and a touch of alcohol. Obviously if you are going to use a store bought chocolate mousse, make sure it's good quality, same goes for the cream. Needless to say, everyone enjoyed it.

would I make it again: Yes. Super easy and quick.

recipe: Black forest mousse

La bete noire

Old friendships are like the nook of a lovers arm; natural, comforting and familiar.
New friendships are like a new pair of heels; it takes a while to figure out which outfits they match and how to walk in them and in time, whether they will become worn-in or a pair you hardly wear.

After I met my husband, we made new friends, I befriended his, and he befriended mine, but we also made some together. After attending a previous school mates 21st with whom he had been just a friendly acquaintance, they suddenly found common ground that hadn't been there in their youths and established a friendship. Not long after, this friend met a woman, and eventually they got married one month after us. It was fortunate that not only do I get along with him, but that I also formed a friendship with his wife. When we all catch up we spend hours talking over good food, all together at first, and then his wife and I will find a cosy corner to really dish the dirt whilst nibbling cookies and they will wander off to play pool, pinball or some other boys toy whist munching on chips and being completely oblivious to our animated conversations, mostly about them.

After we both returned from our respective holidays abroad, we got the call that their new house (only a 5 minute drive away) was finally ready for guests, and could we please come over for a casual dinner and catch up. Naturally, we were asked to bring nothing, but how can I possibly come empty handed? My mother would have had a conniption if I brought nothing to a dinner/house-warming, she raised me better than that.

My first thought instinctively ran to a dessert. But as this friendship is still in its early bloom, I didn't know what flavours or sweets they liked most. So, as I often do when I want to please all tastes, I chose chocolate, as it's the safest bet sweet-wise. Because really, how could you possibly not like chocolate?

 No inside shots I'm afraid as this cake was a housewarming gift.

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 1hour plus 3 hours chilling.
total: 1hour & 10 mins plus 3 hours chill.

taste: 4.5/5. This truly is a 'black beast' of a cake.

If you want one truly great flourless chocolate cake recipe, then look no further, this is it. All chocolate, eggs and sugar this cake is rich, satsifying and death-by-chocolate inducing. But I asure you, after a short eating break, you will be going back for more.

The cake's texture is fudgy and divine, and once it hits your tongue it begins to melt. Coupled with a silky ganache...well...I'm currently wishing I had a piece left over. I've made this with both 56% chocolate and 70% chocolate - hubby loved the first whilst I loved the second. Next time, I shall use the 56% for the cake and the 70% for the ganache.

It would be easy to play around with different spices (perhaps cinnamon), alcohols (Grand Marnier?) and even perhaps a sprinkling of Fleur de Sel on top.  I'd recommend tarter fruits if you wish to adorn the cake with them, raspberries, strawberries, blackberries etc.

would I make it again: Yes - this is the second time already.

recipe: La bete noire

Chocolate & avocado pudding

There truly is nothing as wonderful as coming home after being away.

Suddenly the couch is comfier, the bathroom more spacious and your bedtime pillow becomes the greatest masterpiece of all time. Weeks spent sleeping in strange beds and being on board planes for 24hour stretches can really drain your batteries - home is where I recharge.

I must thank my parents who stocked my fridge with fresh fruit and veggies so I could postpone my weekly shop until jetlag subsides, and who also turned my heater on so that when we arrived at 2am, cold and haggard, we stepped into warmth and immediately relaxed.

This morning I did manage to resist the urge to sleep for twenty odd hours and awoke to begin the luggage-laundry and return items to their original locations. At noon I had everything put away and was already onto my second load of clothes. Having allocated photos and emails until after lunch, I thought I'd make myself a treat, but it had to be healthy as two weeks of eating out everyday has not been kind on my body (sorry body, but those pastries and butter were just too good to resist, and when in France...).

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 6mins.
total: 6mins.

taste: 4.5/5 (I think it deserves as extra half a point because of its healthiness.)

I was extremely sceptical about this but the look and taste of it erased all my doubts. Yes, I could taste banana, but I like banana, and there was the tiniest hint of creamy avocado also, but that was also pleasant. Despite the relatively small amount of cocoa this did taste like a light chocolate mousse. I loved the silky and substantial texture as well as the mild fruity sweetness. It satisfied all of my chocolate cravings and left none of the guilt. You can't ask for more than that ;).

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Aquacate del Chocolate

Rose & pistachio nougat

I always stop to smell the roses.

My husband and I, weather permitting, occasionally walk around our neighbourhood to get some fresh air and sunshine. What I love most about these walks (apart from being with my husband, naturally) is the opportunity to smell the dozens of roses growing in people's gardens. There is one house in particular that, with the right breeze, I can smell a block away. The front yard has more roses than blades of grass. The petals beam with every shade of a sunrise and sunset, but to me, the ones that stand out the most, are the blood-red beauties. All operatic in their dramatic shade. Simply breathtaking.

Roses are a triple win for me - they are beautiful to look at, lovely to smell and sublime to eat. I adore rose perfumed foods, they are so heady and intoxicating with their aromatic flavour.

I had excess egg whites (as you do) to use so I searched for a nougat recipe. The minute I found a rose flavoured one my search was over.

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 20mins.
cooking time: 3hours setting time.
total: 3 hours & 20mins.


taste: 4/5. As soft and delicate as a floral breeze.

These looked so adorable and sweet and they tasted the same. I used 1tbs and 1tsp rose water rather than rose petals as I wanted the perfume but not the petal. After the saccharine honeyed sweetness the rose came through like a soft whisper and lingered until the crunchy pistachios finished the bite. This nougat wasn't as firm as store bought, the texture was more akin to a fudge which I didn't mind, but I do prefer the chewier kind.

I became addicted to these, and due to their extraordinarily high sugar content, I almost sent myself into a sugar coma. Hubby could only manage half a square at a time.

would I make it again: No - simply because I do not want the sugary temptation - but then again it would make a nice gift...

recipe: Rose petal & pistachio nougat

Orange creme brulee

The night was short.

Our heads had barely begun to fill with dreams when Four Am called for us to wake. The lights stung our eyes as we walked like medicated patients to the lounge room; our heads now filling with dreams of green and gold. It's World Cup time baby.

Our original plans had consisted of sitting in an English-style pub surrounded by exuberant fans and hearty meals. Unfortunately an SMS from a friend at 2am laid those plans to waste as our destination was already at full capacity. Luckily for us we had placed a standing reservation for two on our couch as a backup.

Sadly we trundled back to bed feeling a little defeated, Australia's world cup campaign is not off to a great start, but there is still hope...

Feeling a little worse for wear once I re-awoke at noon, I felt I truly needed to eat my favourite dessert; the heavenly creme brulee. There really are no words to encapsulate the simple joy of cracking through that golden shell into the creamy custard below; every mouthful really is a spoonful of happiness.

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 30mins in the oven plus at least 6 hours of cooling time, overnight is even better.
total: 40mins plus cooling time.

taste: 4/5. The texture is divine.

The texture for me was spot on; it was cool, and impossibly smooth with a wonderful subtle vanilla sweetness.

The top cracked like a flash of lightening - loud and crisp It crunched delightfully into the luscious custard below like shards of rock into earth.. I used caster sugar for the top as I find it melts and hardens faster and therefore reduces the chance of burning.

The only element I didn't like was the orange. For me the bitterness allayed the sweetness so much that it felt like more of a palate cleanser than a sweet dessert. The orange was a little too robust for my dainty brulee.

would I make it again: Yes - with only the fragrance of a plump vanilla bean next time.

recipe: Orange creme brulee

Paprika & maple chicken with pear

The change came like the turning of the last minute into midnight.

Autumn made its final bow and gave the stage to Winter in the twilight hours of our sleep. If you did not know the date you would think nothing has changed. The sun still shone through its chilly veil in the morning hours whilst the leaves continued to perform their pirouettes from their barren stems down to the dew-drenched ground. The first day of Winter looks remarkably like the last weeks of Autumn. Soon enough it's signature sleet and rain will colour our skies grey and cheeks ashen.

Until then I will eschew the hearty stews and comforting carbohydrates for light dinners served with salads; although the dates have signalled a seasonal change, the weather and mood remains the same. My Autumn lingers a little longer...

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 7mins.
cooking time: 10mins.
total: 17mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Finger lickin' chicken.

Hubby adored this - all three times I have made it. The spicy paprika and warming maple play wonderfully with the piney rosemary and juiciness of the sweet pear. The balsamic and mustard glaze bring further heat and sweet acidity; combined with the peppery rocket they make a great flavour combination for the chicken.

I subbed the baby spinach for arugula (rocket) and chose to slice the pear into wedges to retain more juice and substance. I also doubled the amount of marinade and glaze as you can always have more, and used one pear per person.

would I make it again: Yes.


recipe: Paprika & maple chicken escalopes with pear

Pomegranate, cucumber, feta & mint salad

Do Not Disturb.

If you could read my thoughts, that would be orbiting around me in neon lights like Saturn's belt. No subtle pastels or Miss Universe sashes, just a CLUB X style, in-your-face sign. The phone is on vibrate, so don't bother callin' either because as the GaGa would put it, I'm kinda biz-ay...doing crap all.
That's right folks, today I am doing neither housework, paid work, errand work or even brain work (apart from typing these few words). I have two weeks worth of tv shows lined up and mugs of tea to drink during and I do not wish to be disturbed.

All was going well until hunger managed to knock on my tummy door persistently enough halfway through finding out Castiel is now human (wtf?) to get me off my bottom and into the kitchen. I had three decent looking guys to get back to in my living room so I wanted something quick, yet tasty and satisfying. This salad was exactly that....as were Dean, Sam and Cas...


Pomegranate, Feta, Cucumber & Mint Salad
serves 4 - 6

    * 2 pomegranates
    * 200g feta
    * 2 Lebanese cucumbers, diced small
    * 1/3 cup mint leaves, roughly chopped
    * 2 tsp sumac
    * 1 tbsp red wine vinegar
    * 3 tbsp extra-virgin
    * olive oil
    * Salt

Break open pomegranates and remove seeds (I like to whack mine with a rolling pin). Crumble feta (I prefer to use creamy Greek) into largish pieces. Combine seeds, feta, cucumbers, onion and herbs in a large bowl.

When ready to serve add the sumac, vinegar, oil and salt and toss to combine. Best served cold.

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
total: 10mins.

taste: 4/5. Never a dull mouthfull.

I knew from the ingredient list alone I would love this. (Side note: how much does that green plate NOT go well with the salad, this is what happens when you rush things, live and learn).

The first taste I got was the cool, crunchy cucumber flecked with salt bathed in the lemony-dressing. Then came the creamy, tangy goat's cheese followed by the juicy, tartly sweet pomegranate rounded off with the refreshing mint. Like the Awesome Foursome, there's no odd ones out. I enjoyed eating it so much I went back for seconds, and my husband's left over firsts.

I omitted the red onion, tomato and corainder from the original recipe.

would I make it again: yes.


recipe: Pomegranate, Feta, Cucumber & Mint Salad

Honey & spice poached pear

Only a short post today as I have some French lessons and laundry waiting impatiently for me to get to them.

I love desserts, and I tend to make at least two to three per week. I also tend to be the one who eats 90% of said desserts, and if, like most, they are packed full of sugar, it's not such a good thing. I could scale back to one dessert per week, but I am stubborn and simply have too many recipes to that need to be tried. Therefore, I aim to find a dessert now and then that isn't 'really bad' health wise.
This particular dessert is a single serving of fruit with only some honey to sweeten it, and spices to bring it to life. You can't get a healthier yet still sweetly satisfying dessert.

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 5mins.
cooking time: approx 20mins depending on the ripeness of the pears.
total: 25mins.

taste: 4/5. Simple and scrumptious.

I personally loved its simplicity and subtle sweetness. The spices work like clockwork together to create a warm and pleasant depth of flavour.

I used 4tsp of minced ginger and I doubled the spices (except the vanilla)

My sugar-addicted husband and father said these were a 'touch bland', so for the mouths that don't appreciate subtlety and flavour not derived from sugar, add a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a drizzle of melted chocolate and I'm sure they will fall for this dish too. I love it as it is and think it's a fantastic healthier dessert. 

Would I make it again: Yes. This would be great as a sweet treat for kids.

recipe: Honey & spice poached pears

Silky butternut squash & parmesan soup

Breathe in.....breathe out....

My mind focuses only on my breath as I lead with my hips into downward dog. Breathe in, breathe out. The hour skipped by so quickly that I felt my feet barely touched the mat. Despite its fleetingness I feel peacefully energised and centred; exactly what I was hoping for. My body slipped into the poses effortlessly, as if it had been waiting patiently for this day to come.
Yoga is something I have always wanted to do, but never did. Fast paced boxing classes or energetic dance classes would always win out, I thought high-energy, calorie-burning exercise would be better for my body. It's only after being told by many that calming activities would benefit me greatly right now that I finally took the long-overdue step. I am glad I did. I needed this change. Yoga helped me to release some of the weight, to breathe again. I didn't realise I had been holding my breath since he passed away; it felt good to exhale some of the pain.

On the way home I stopped past my grandmother's house with the last piece of the pear, ginger & treacle cake. We chatted and she remarked that I looked better. I felt better, I told her. Arriving home I put on my favourite apron, played the Amelie soundtrack (my cooking music) and began to make something to feed my hungry body. As my knife carved into the orange flesh I heard a faint whisper from my tear-stained heart...thank you...

You're welcome.

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 5mins.
cooking time: 50mins.
total: 55mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Simple and splendid - it's squash-tastic.

As far as butternut squash or pumpkin soups go, this is my favourite. The fact that it's so easy to make and uses so few ingredients just adds to its appeal.
The soup has a gorgeous silky texture, but as I prefer my soups a little thicker, I increased the butternut by 40% the next time I made it as you can see in the second photo. It was lovely both ways - the latter being slightly sweeter due to the extra caramelised butternut. I'd say my ideal texture lies in the middle, perhaps 20% extra butternut...

The parmesan adds a great cheesy saltiness to the dish without competing with the butter nut- this really is all about the vegetable, as it should be.

The sweating stage took around 15mins for me, rather than 5mins. 

would I make it again: Yes, I have already made it twice, I can see it will become a cold-weather staple.

recipe: Silky butternut squash & parmesan soup

Coconut & lime macaroons

Another glorious sun-drenched morning - Autumn is being very generous indeed.

It seems the warmer the weather, the longer my husband takes to get ready in the morning; he just can't seem to leave for work. This particular morning, abetted by the warm winds, we went off in search of water pistols (or rather SuperSoakers) - toy store after toy store later, we remained empty handed as no one sells water guns in Autumn :(. Despite the disappointment we were still in good spirits and sat and chatted outside before he managed to tear himself away from the sunshine and head to his gloomy office.

What I love most about sunny days is the sunlight - nothing beats pitter-pattering around the kitchen whilst beams of light dance across the benchtops. The longer the light lingers, the longer I keep cooking.
I may have chosen this recipe purely to use up left-over egg whites, but after tasting them, I think I will have to search for recipes to use left-over egg yolks instead, as I don't think I could wait for excess whites to make these again.

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 10mins to get them all on the pans ready to go.
cooking time: 12mins.
total: 22mins.

taste: 4/5 - like an island holiday for your tongue.

The smell - my goodness the smell - it was sublime. The sweet, tropical coconut dances with the fresh bitter tang of the lime and creates a delicious breeze transporting me away to the Caribbean and other foreign islands. The aroma alone is worth the baking.

Now, as for the taste, well, let's start with the texture. These little marhmallow-shaped mounds had a wonderful sticky outer crust, tanned around the edges, and with a subtle firmness that only gave my teeth a slight resistance before letting them sink into the spongy, soft inner-belly. The coconut fills your mouth with its tropical sweetness, but before it becomes too much the citrus lime cuts through, it's fragrance stops the macaroon from becoming too sweet and monotonous - they are the perfect pairing.

I ate four of these straight from the oven, I won't lie...well, perhaps five but who's counting. Don't be fooled by their diminutive size and neutral shade, these little monsters are addictive.

I made some small and a few slightly bigger - I preferred the extra sponginess of the larger sized macaroons - I'd guess the recipe would probably make around 15 larger ones, and 24 smaller ones.

would I make it again: Yes.

recipe: Coconut & lime macaroons

Butternut pumpkin risotto with walnuts & sage

The mornings shift ever so slightly further into shades of grey.

The light that softly shakes the sleepy-webs from my eyes is now as gentle as a grandmother's fingers, wrapped in silver clouds and morning dew. Although it's long after dawn, that pre-dawn stillness fills the room, the light barely seeping in through the cracks, my husband still sleeping - only the harsh summer sun with it's drums and symbols can wake him with its morning raucous.

I finally feel that Autumn has settled in, shaken the trees and washed down the earth as it settles into its armchair, and exhales a fresh breeze. Today, I pulled on my cable knit cardigan, brushing it against my cheek as I buried my head within its collar like a turtle into its shell. I feel as if the world stops spinning for these three short months, and I can finally plant my feet and breathe.

I also love that my body craves comforting, nourishing and satisfying food - all warmth and substance. To me, butternut pumpkin risotto is Autumn-food personified.

ease: 4/5. Multiple steps and time intensive.
prep time: 30mins to make puree, walnuts and get ingredients ready.
cooking time: 35mins.
total: 1hour & 5mins.

taste: 4.5/5. You butter-nut skip making this dish.

I had a good feeling about this dish from the ingredients and pictures along, and my gut instinct was right: absolutely delicious and interesting dish.

The sweet butternut pumpkin plays wonderfully with the aromatic sage, salty Parmesan and crunchy walnuts.
The rice itself has that beautiful al dente texture and the perfect amount of creaminess and sauce. I don't want to smother you with adjectives and superlatives so I'll be succinct - this is a very yummy risotto, and you would be wise to try it.

I kept everything pretty much as is, except I added an extra 2tbs of pumpkin puree to the risotto. Next time I would also add more sugar and less salt to the walnuts. Also, there is no need to season the risotto once done, it was already perfect. 

would I make it again: Yes, this very week.

recipe: Pumpkin risotto

Plum & almond cakes

   
 It seems that yesterday was so relaxing, that my mind decided it did not need sleep last night.

I tried everything to quieten it down, I shushed it softly, I sang it lullabies, I even tried to calmly breathe it to sleep, but no luck. Hours walked pased me in the darkness of my room, waving me hello and goodbye as the next one came. And all the while my mind was blank, switched on, but blank. No ideas to be examined, no thoughts to be filed accordingly just n o t h i n g... I didn't toss or turn, I just lay there, calm but awake. Thankfully not long after 4am waved hello, I fell asleep before I could see him go. And then I dreamed a weeks worth of dreams in just over 3hours - a truly bizarre night.

Even so, I actually awoke with a little more energy than my usual extreme lethargy and managed to make some French Toast and clean the house for more than five minutes (a seasonal clean is still on my to-do-list). Around 2pm I found that I had watched all of the recorded shows on my IQ and read all of the blog updates on my laptop. As I had done a decent amount of cleaning, and I reserve reading for bedtime, I thought I'd make something completely unplanned. Now, that is in bold for a reason - I like to plan EVERYTHING. I have more lists (both paper and digital) and spreadsheets than hairs on my head. The weekly menu is just one grain of sand in my beach of organisation-sickness.

Breakfasts, lunches, brunches, dinners, desserts and snacks are all chosen on a Sunday night before the Monday shop (my husband thankfully didn't rate 'spontaneity' high on his list of traits he'd like in his life partner). Therefore, when I decided to make these cakes (plums were chosen as I had some in the fridge to eat for snacks) I had to make some improvisations as I didn't have all of the ingredients on hand, as it was unplanned (I'm beginning to sound like Fezzik with my little accidental rhymes). Fingers crossed, they are still edible.

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 25mins (including stewing/cooling plums, and unless your hands are made of steel, you'll need to let them cool before you peel...sorry for rhyming again).
cooking time: 25mins.
total: 50mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Talk as if you had a plum in your mouth, a very tasty plum.

Firstly, I have to mention the beautiful aromas that emanated from both the stewed plums with their cinnamon and vanilla, to the fresh-out-of-the-oven sweetness these babies filled my house with - DIVINE. The delicious perfume alone makes them worth baking.

The cake is perfect - it is beyond moist, studded with crunchy sweet-as-milk almonds (I had no walnuts) and that perfect combination of a chewy, bronzed crust with a soft, fluffy centre. You can taste a hint of the fragrant cinnamon and vanilla flecked pureed plums within the cake, but only a hint. Then comes the wonderfully tart plums with their vibrant juice that flows through the sweet cake like a pristine river, bringing it to life. I would have loved an extra slice or two so that each mouthful was as well balanced as the last.

I used 5 plums, I would keep the puree the same amount but would add an extra two slices of plum to the top, so around 2 extra plums worth.

Apart from subbing the walnuts with almond meal I also used regular white (but un-bleached) flour. I would love to try this as written, not only because it is healthier but I am intrigued as to how it would change the texture and flavour.

This made 9 regular sized muffins.

would I make it again: Yes.

recipe: Plum and walnut cakes.

Peach, Jamón ibérico & Buffalo Mozzarella Salad with Rocket & Balsamic

Sometimes the simplest is best.

Inspiration can be found anywhere.
I am particularly susceptible to inspiration's charms. I find my mind is easily tickled and spun into a carousel of ideas and thoughts by something so simple as a dandelion dancing on the breeze's toes, or in this instance, the satisfied grin of my husband after eating a salad at a restaurant. From that one meal, he discovered a new food, a new taste that tickled his tongue - Jamón ibérico.

This inspired me to find some myself so that I could create my own simple salad with it. Surprisingly, I found it on my third stop at a local Jones the Grocer store.
There are three grades, which I found out after the purchase, so I am not sure which grade it was, but suffice to say, hubby was pleasantly surprised to find it on his plate.
The original salad was comprised of Jamón ibérico, black fig, sweet rocket, hazelnut vinaigrette & balsamic jelly, but seeing as though we wanted a short break from figs (our mother in law kindly donated a bag of them from her garden), I thought I'd use some peaches before they disappear for another 9months.

Peach, Jamón ibérico & Buffalo Mozzarella salad
serves 4 as a side dish

50gm rocket, rinsed and dried
2 peaches, sliced into 8
6-8 slices of Jamón ibérico
250g buffalo mozzarella, torn (burrata would also be lovely)
1/2 lemon, juice only
balsamic reduction and olive oil to drizzle
salt and pepper to season

Slice peaches and toss with lemon, olive oil and salt and pepper. Rinse and dry rocket and scatter on plates. Arrange Jamón ibérico, peaches, mozzarella on plate and drizzle balsamic. Serve.

ease: 5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
total: 10mins.

taste: 4.5/5. Second-serving-scrumptious.

Hubby liked this so much he had a second serving of it.
This is all about quality ingredients so don't scrimp.
The peaches are luscious and add freshness to the peppery rocket and soft, creamy buffalo mozzarella whilst the balsamic adds sweet tanginess without overpowering the subtle but rich Jamón ibérico.

would I make it again: Yes, I'd definitely continue to play around with the flavours a little.

Peaches & cream meringue cake

A peach is a nectarine in fuzzy clothing.

Nectarines are my number one fruit - but they have to be super firm and tear easily from the pip. It is this firm quality that makes peaches less desirable with their plump, soft, juiciness (that and their furry skin). However, although nectarines are my snacking fruit of choice, I hate them in desserts as it ruins their chasteness, peaches on the other hand, I LOVE in desserts.

As I mentioned in my last post, upon arriving home, I spied two sad peaches sitting in the fruit bowl waiting to be picked. Their case was less critical than the bananas so I relegated them to be used the following day. I didn't want to buy any additional ingredients (aside from extra peaches), and as the weather was quite stifling, I didn't want a heavy or overly sweet dish either - I wanted their natural vibrancy to be the star element.

This dessert delivered on all of my requirements.

ease: 4/5 - multiple components.
prep time: 15mins (do most while meringue cooks).
cooking time: 35mins (includes assembling).
total: 50mins.

taste: 4.5/5. This is a peach of a dish.

The pillow-y meringue with its cracked crust and soft, marshmallow interior supports the cloud-like cream that envelopes the subacid peach slices and flirtatious peach sauce like a doting mother does her child.

Visually it also appeals; the purest white, with its cream sashay, and summer bright jewels are draped in a beautiful tangerine-rose sauce flecked with vivid coral flesh.

This desserts' sweetness in mellowed by the fruits acidity and makes this a dessert that both satisfies the sweet tooth and also satisfies those who like 'refreshing, light' desserts.

The only change I made to this dish was to substitute the orange flower to 1tsp rosewater essence - which, in all honesty, I couldn't taste. Perhaps more is needed to provide a lovely floral note. I used a combination of white and yellow peaches.

would I make it again: Yes. Everyone liked this more than they anticipated. The components can be made ahead and then assembled when ready to serve.

recipe: Peaches & cream meringue cake - from February 2010 issue.

Spiced coconut rice with berries

Happy 2010!

Finished with another decade and onto a new one.
I wonder what this one will be called, so far I have heard it phrased as the 'teens' - I have a feeling that one might stick.

I am so happy the new year has come as it means Christmas and NYE are over and my house can finally stay clean for more than one day. It also means I won't be clocking extraordinary hours in the kitchen, as much as I love cooking, I also love a break now and then.

Hubby and I stayed in NYE with our dog and chose to make New Year's Day a technology free one. Because of our jobs and our love of the internet in our spare time we spend a average minimum of 14 hours per day on our laptops, we also spend at least 2 hours watching a movie or a television show - pretty shocking and our wrists and eyes do pay a price for it. We really wanted to stick to this ban so we drove to Toys R Us and bought a boot load of board games such as Jenga, Scattegories, Trivial Pursuit etc. The end result  - apart from one movie we spent the whole day playing games, playing with the dog and having fun.

In the morning, well around 12:15pm to be exact, we awoke from our NYE slumbers. Seeing as though I had no time limit I thought I'd make a slow breakfast, and nothing sounded better than a comforting rice porridge with antioxidant rich berries.

ease: 4.5/5.
prep time: 10mins.
cooking time: 50mins.
total: 1 hour.

taste: 4/5. The cardamom reigns as King with cinnamon it's servant. The luscious, creamy rice allows hints of coconut to come through, but only briefly as the spices dominate before the tart, luscious berries burst through, dissolving the cream and leaving your mouth refreshed.
The texture was on the runny side for me so I would subtract 100ml of soy milk, and also a touch less cardamom to allow cinnamon a touch more flavour. Overall the berries (I chose blueberries and raspberries), spices and creamy rice (I used carnaroli) contrast and compliment each other beautifully.

would I make it again: No - takes too long for brekkie.


recipe: Spiced coconut rice with berries