like few things more than food shopping. Record shopping has the
edge, I s’pose, but I really do enjoy pushing my trolley up and
down the aisles of Foodland, spending my lunchbreak in an Afghani
grocers or comparing fermented tofu brands in an Asian supermarket.
As a result, I can be a bit of an over-shopper. The cupboards are always well-stocked with all sorts of lovely stuff. Over the past year or so, I’ve tried to rein in the amount of vegetables that go into the compost bin by making what I call my Punishment Soup.
it’s a soup made using all the veggies which are going soft in the
fridge. It’s different every time and always bloody lovely. I tend
to freeze it in portions and take it to work to reheat, where people
frequently exclaim, “Ooh that smells nice”, and I then feel
obliged to explain what it is, which leads to a conversation with my
colleagues in my unpaid break time, which, my friends, is The
GOT SOMETHING THAT NEEDS DIPPING IN SOMETHING DELICIOUS? Then this is the sauce for you. Cheap, delicious and simple to make, just blend the ingredients and you could dip a scabby dog in it, as they say.
Rice vinegar (or any other vinegar you have to hand)
PROTEIN BALLS HAVE TAKEN OVER FROM THE MACARON. They’re bloody everywhere.
the historians of the future look back at the early 21st
Century, and when they want a break from muttering ‘what the actual
fuck’, they will perhaps examine the rise of the protein ball.
The internet, whilst it gives untold variations on recipes for protein balls, gives little insight into their origins. They sort of grew out of the space between the flapjack (remember them?), chocolate crackles, the slimmer’s bar and the chocolate digestive. They do hold quite a lot of information about our current obsessions though, with the protein element pushed to the fore (got to have protein, lots of protein – even though I sit on my arse all day, I need the protein intake of Precious McKenzie), coconut (the on-trend oily veg), and purport to be a low-guilt healthy energy boost (we used to say sugar-hit, but that just won’t do anymore) and things with ‘Superfood’ on the label, like Cocoa Nibs.
I’d never tasted one until a colleague (the same one who got me into brewing kombucha) forced one upon me. Not my kind of thing, usually, but, man, it was delicious – not as sweet as I’d imagined, and satisfying enough to dull the mid-afternoon hunger pangs before the you run the next marathon, dead-lift the next 100 kilos or browse youtube clips until you can sneak off home without being noticed. I persuaded him to give me the recipe, and I pass that on to you.
Approximately 250g Mixed raw nuts (almonds, walnuts, cashews, brazils), blended (choose your size of lump).
6 Dates, pitted (more, if you want it sweeter)
2 tbs coconut oil
Vanilla extract (although I forgot to put this in the second time I made them and they were still nice).
All you do is blend the nuts, coconut and dates. Mix with the vanilla, cocoa nibs, and a drop of water, not making it too wet. Form into balls, roll them in cocoa power and let them firm up in the fridge. Lick your hands clean, not getting it into your beard.
MY DAD WORKED IN BOTTLING HALL OF THE LOCAL BREWERY but rarely drank. In those days, brewery workers would get a case of beer each, presumably to stop them robbing it (which had variable results, as evidenced by my uncle Morris, who also worked in the brewery until he was sent to prison for robbing the beer).
our way, the brewery was one of the main employers of dads, so, when
we were teenagers (and I’m talking 13 here), cases of beer and
alcohol-fuelled fun abounded.
had cupboards full of beer and my sister and me would just help
ourselves when we came home from school. Double Diamond works wonders
with children’s television and I can still remember the taste of my
home made Brown Ale ice lollies. I’m talking age nine or so here.
remember going to my mate’s 7th birthday party – a
proper kids’ birthday party with games and jelly and all that—where
we all drank glasses of cider.
to this, there was always other booze in the house, in case anyone
came to visit – cherry brandy, sherry, that sort of thing – and
I’d pester my mother until I was allowed a glass. Seriously, man, I
was quite pissed quite a lot as a kid. When the parents of the year
1974 realised I was, quite literally, rolling shitfaced on the living
room floor after Sunday dinner, aged 9 or so, my dad started selling
his beer allowance off. I remember feeling gutted.
always loved the warm hug of the drink, and was always an
a young man, my tastes developed and I started to get more into beers
– Guinness initially, then onto lovely foaming nut-brown British
also found whiskey to be very pleasant indeed and would readily move
on to a Black Bush or two towards the end of an evening, or warm up a
cold winter’s evening – or fight off a cold – with a hot whiskey.
came to me later in my twenties, as did gin and the occasional
cocktail (Martinis and Gibsons, and Negronis mainly, but I do have a
soft spot for a Black Russian). Oh, and Campari with a sploosh of
soda and a curl of orange peel.
French gastronome once said, “a
meal without wine is like a day without sunshine”, and until
recently, I wholeheartedly agreed. Also pretty gloomy looking was a
holiday breakfast without a Heineken or a wait for a flight without a
pint of Guinness.
Other than that, I didn’t drink much; I’ve never driven drunk, never spent the rent on white cider, never pissed or shat the bed due to being pissed (although I have puked in the bed – looking at you, Grand Final Day 2016!), only ever suffered alcohol withdrawals once (Birmingham 2017, on a visit back to the old country, waiting to meet my non-drinking mate for lunch after about 5 solid weeks of drinking the equivalent of about 10 pints a day); I’ve never drunk liveners in the morning, unless it was after a particularly brutal night and it was part of an ongoing session. I’ve rarely missed work due to hangovers, but admittedly, probably should have on occasion.
Australian beer is largely pish – hate to sound un-Australian, but it’s true. Like the very worst European supermarket own-brand 12-little bottles for a fiver, bier blonde. Characterless…unless that character is one portrayed by, I dunno, Adam Sandler or Helena Bonham-Carter. I couldn’t believe how bad VB was when I first visited Australia, yet people genuinely seem to enjoy it. Well, they drink it, anyway. As luck would have it, we live in the city where Cooper’s is brewed. A pint of Cooper’s Pale or Sparkling Ale is well-matched to a hot, dusty South Australian day.
is my firmly-held opinion that most microbrewed beer the world over
is fucking putrid. The current preoccupation with beer so heavily
hopped that you could preserve an aborted foetus in it is beyond my
comprehension. Back in the seventies and eighties, people would brew
their own beer and it generally stank. They would inevitably foist it
on you when you went to their houses, with the near-Faustian bargain
that, if you are able to summon the reserves to keep it down and
mutter some pleasantries, you would go home trollied for free.
As a teenager (here we go again; different times), my mate’s dad would give us each a half-pint glass of 50/50 lager and homebrew. This homebrew was thick as mince and would lay at the bottom of the glass like staunch mercury, refusing to allow the lager to permeate through. It must’ve been about 12% alcohol though. Like Duvel, if it were actually made by The Devil.
I were a microbrewer, I’d call my over-hopped IPA Hoprophagia.
You’ll either get that, or you won’t.
The wine down here is very drinkable; reds, heavy like boiled-down cough mixture; Rieslings like cold, delicious washing up liquid. And whatsmore, you can order a glass or bottle of wine in a pub or cafe and still be seen as a proper drinker, rather than a half-arsed drinker.
20 years ago, I started getting reflux. I managed this for years with
Rennies, then moved on to over the counter ranitidine. then when that
wore off, I finally went to the GP, then a specialist, had two
endoscopies and ended up on Somac, which worked well for years. I’d
still have occasional breakthrough bouts, but not usually anything
too concerning. My gastro-intesinal tract never really felt like it
was on my side, though, you know?
start of this year was an epic drinking year. Friends visited from
the UK, then more friends visited from the UK, then we went off on
holiday to Vietnam, where we drank a lot of very reasonably priced
gin and beer, and partook eagerly of the local wine, with its
delicate faecal notes. I decided to have a month long break from the
booze when I got home, to give my aching liver a rest.
Fuck, it was hard. Charlotte and I would lay in bed pining for something…anything…to take the edge off. Things got easier toward the end of the month, though, where it got to the point that I didn’t really miss it anymore. I also dropped 4 kilos – right off the belly. Despite the fact that all the clothes I had made in Hoi An look too big for me now, this is a good thing. After a couple of weeks, I noticed my reflux had gone. Completely. No medication, no breakthrough episodes, no retribution for eating raw chillis, crisps and pickles right before bed – nothing. Gone.
the month was up, I drank a Campari, and had one pint of pale when I
met my mate for dinner the following week, got a bit of reflux and I
haven’t drunk since. The absolute pleasure of feeling like your
digestive tract is your friend is hard to describe. Other than that,
I’d like to say that I wake up brighter and breezier in the
mornings (I don’t), or that I sleep better (I don’t, although I
suppose I don’t get woken by rising bile any more) or that I feel
less stressed and that my brain chemistry is more happiness-aligned
(it isn’t). I do save a shit-load of cash, though. Or I spend a
shit-load of cash on other things, is more to the point. I don’t
find social situations harder…or easier.
thing I’ve found vaguely amusing is that people give me their best
attempt at a sympathetic aren’t-you-brave look when I tell them
I’ve stopped drinking. Even when I tell them the reasons why, their
faces say, “I forgive you for concocting such an elaborate lie; it
can’t be easy telling people you’re an alcoholic.”
So, what do I drink instead?
When I go out, I drink lemon, lime & bitters or ginger beer when I’m in a pub, and water with meals or chinotto when it’s available. Coke’s nice. To be honest, and to my own utter amazement, I haven’t missed it at all, really.
At home, I tend to drink tea (of course), and water. However, I do quite enjoy chilled rose bud tea – it’s a non-sugary, grown-up drink, which is cheap and easy to make, as long as you have somewhere to buy the rose buds. This can be drunk either in it’s basic-bitch form or given a next-level pimping, like this one I had here, which contained the same sort of shit you’d stick in a Pimms.
IF EVER THERE WAS A SIGNIFIER THAT YOU’RE A THOROUGHLY 21st Century type of dude, surfing the zeitgeist like a pro, then making your own kombucha is it.
seen a bottle is a supermarket a couple of years ago and given it a
try, being quite underwhelmed by the pop-vinegar experience. I wasn’t
keen to go back a second time, but would read lots about people
making their own and how good it is for you.
I work with a chap who is one of those shining examples of what a healthy lifestyle can do for a middle-aged man. He glides round the office on a fluffy cloud of probiotics, offering his (fucking delicious) protein balls around, does hot yoga, karate…you know the kind of thing. He’s a bit of a fermented food evangelist – well, he would be – and gave me the inside scoop on kombucha and its benefits. He also showed me how easy it is to make and then gave me the SCOBY.
It’s now coming up to a year later and I’m still making it every week. I don’t bother with the second ferment and flavouring, but just have a sploosh every day in my muesli smoothies. This, I find, is much more pleasant than drinking it as a drink. Also, I understand it can be a bit harsh on the old tooth enamel, and at my age…
good thing about making your own is that it is cheap. You don’t
need to go out any buy loads of specialist equipment or supplies. My
total ‘kit’ consists
Large coffee plunger (a few bucks from Big W)
Small plastic funnel
Pop-top glass bottles ($2 each from Big W)
total ingredients are:
Green or black tea
Honey or sugar
All you do is make a large pot of sweet tea. Wait for it to cool, then add the SCOBY and a sploosh of your previous batch, cover it and leave it for a week to ten days.
When it’s ready, you get a lovely home-brew, yeasty smell from it. You just put the SCOBY to one side, decant it (straining it if you want), and add the SCOBY to the next batch. Easy.
Each time you make a brew, your SCOBY will grow a layer, so you just throw the top layer (the ‘mother’ in the compost).
it’s forgiving – my SCOBY has survived through the hottest of
Adelaidian summers and coolest of winters, doesn’t mind if it brews
for a few days more than usual, because I don’t get round to making
the next batch, or if the ingredients are a bit over or under.
I recently had a commercially-produced bottle, (this, here) – which overwhelmingly tasted of artificial sweetener and was really rather unpleasant. Made me realise, actually, how good my home made stuff is.
I HADN’T HAD A BIRYANI IN YONKS. Then, the other week, we were having a few days away in Sydney, stuffing as many of that fine city’s foodie-treats as we could into our fat faces, and my wife suggested we have tea here, because it’s a bit of a Sydney institution. I didn’t have to be asked twice.
Occupying the midway space between fast food joint and curry house, their specialty is knocking out plates piled high with meat or chicken, spiced to your preferred level, under mounds of long grained basmati, glossy, succulent, and with the occasional crispy bit. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
This started a biryani craving, and my internet research led me to this recipe, which I followed almost exactly (for me) – I used skin-off, boned chicken thighs, cooked my onions in ghee, forgot to add the coriander before cooking, so added it after, did the final cook in the oven. This was a total success. If I’d had this in any restaurant, I’d have been raving about it…in fact, I was raving about it.
I strongly suggest you give it a go. It’s fancy enough to be a
special, weekend/day off dinner, but not particularly time-consuming.
served it with just a dollop of plain yoghurt.
a vegetable/vegan biryani, I thought I’d give it a go and it worked
out really well.
Top layer – where you hope to achieve that combination of glossiness, crispness, lightness and fragrance.
Basmati rice 450 grams
Water 3 litres
1 star anise
6 green cardamom pods.
2 tbsp salt
5 Bay leaves
Middle layer – where the onions bring succulence and sweetness and the coriander adds that soapy floral note.
5 or 6 medium brown onions
Vegetable oil, I used sunflower
Copped fresh coriander.
Bottom layer – where the protein and your own choice of seasonal/available vegetables, contained in a delicious sauce bring the texture and an intense hit of spicy flavour.
A few potatoes, cubed
A couple of carrots, sliced
Half a green capsicum, chopped
Half a cauliflower, broken into florets
Tin chickpeas, drained
2 cups soya yoghurt (or 1 tin coconut milk)
Vegetable oil (I used sunflower)
6 garlic cloves
2 tsp ginger
½ tsp turmeric
¼ tsp cinnamon
½ tsp ground cardamom
½ tsp cayenne
2 tsp garam masala
2 tsp ground coriander
1 tbsp ground cumin
2 tbsp paprika
Salt to taste (approx 1 ¾ tsp)
About a cupful of water
1. Slice onions. Gently fry them in the oil until caramelised, golden and sweet. Resist the urge to over cook them.
Bring water to the boil in large saucepan. Add vegetables according
to length of cooking time (I added spuds and carrots, then
cauliflower and capsicum 5 minutes later) and boil until they are
partly cooked. Remove with a sieve or slotted spoon.
3. Add rice, spices and salt to water and cook for 4 mins, then drain.
I blended together the garlic, ginger, oil and yoghurt, (but you can
do this by hand, if you prefer) then put it in a bowl with the spices
and a drop of water.
Add the par-cooked vegetables and chick peas to the mix and make sure
Put the veg and spicy sauce mix into the pan.
Layer on the caramelised onions.
Sprinkle the chopped coriander leaves evenly over the top.
Add the par-cooked rice (leaving the whole spices in).
10. Put the lid on the pan, and place in the oven at around 200°C for about 30 mins. You’ll smell when it’s done.
There’s an interesting article on vegetable biryani here. I know you should never read the comments, but fuck me…!
MY ONLY PREVIOUS CONTACT WITH JACKFRUIT was having once tried a smoothie made from it in our favourite Vietnamese restaurant. After doing a bit of internet research, I now realise I’ve seen the fresh fruit for sale in Asian grocers as well. I recently read something about it being the meat-substitute-craze-that’s-sweeping-the-nation and thought I’d give it a try. After all, I am rather partial to a meat substitute.
I regularly visit one or other of the Asian supermarkets round these parts and picked myself up a couple of tins of young green jackfruit in brine. I’m particularly glad to report that one of the tins was ‘Cock Brand’.
must confess also, that I’ve never actually tasted pulled pork. I
know it’s been everywhere over the last couple of years, but
there’s always been something on the menu I’ve fancied more.
had a quick squizz at a couple of recipes online and, basically, you
boil the fuck out of the jackfruit, until it becomes stringy and
pulled pork-like and you serve it mixed with a barbeque sauce.
Recipes vary as to whether you cook the jackfruit in the sauce or
cook it separately. Mostly, I reckon, this depends on whether you’ve
already got your sauce made, in which case you’d boil up your fruit
separately. If, like me, you’re making this up as you go along, it
makes sense and saves washing up to do it together.
in a pan, place the following ingredients:
– start with half a litre and see how that goes. You can always add
more if the fruit needs more boiling.
tins Young Green Jackfruit in brine (drained).
tbsp tomato ketchup
tbsp Sriracha (I used more and mine was blistering-hot)
tbsp smoked paprika
you need do then is boil until most of the water has evaporated and
the jackfruit has gone stringy. I had to add more water for a second
boil, but then used a wooden spoon, and then a potato masher, to
break the chunks down.
served mine with a brown rice salad (brown basmati rice, sweetcorn,
finely chopped red onion, chopped yellow capsicum, chopped cucumber,
grated carrot, chopped parsley, hemp seed – dressed with soya mayo
cut with olive oil), which went really well, and took the edge off
some of the heat from the sriracha overload.
It was delicious. Whilst it looks a lot like pulled pork, the ‘meat’ doesn’t quite have the same chewy texture. Bloody close though.
I had a day off yesterday and I’d received family requests for chicken curry. Rather than just make it up as I go along, I thought I’d dig out a recipe book that I picked up in a charity shop for a whopping 75p years ago and actually try to follow a recipe: Murghi do-piazza (Chicken with onions). Dupiaza was one of my frequent choices when we lived in Brum, and I’ve always got lots of onions to hand, so thought I’d give this a go.
The book is Michael Pandya’s Complete Indian Cookbook. Published in the early eighties, it gives a basic grounding in Indian ingredients and simple recipes for a wide range of vegetarian and meat dishes. I’ve referred to it a few times over the years, which makes it a success as a cookery book.
I failed to follow the recipe to the letter, but the dish was an enormous success. The only changes I made were using soy yoghurt, instead of dairy, because that’s what I had in the fridge, and swapping fresh ginger for the dried in the original recipe, slicing the tomatoes,rather than quartering them, and cooking the garnish onions in thick rings.
It worked well. Really well – the sauce, both sweet from the onions and zingy from the lemons, was really much more complex than it would have been if I’d just improvised.
Such are the comings and goings in our house, that we frequently all eat at different times, so I just tend to leave the pans on the side and the kids help themselves when they get in/get up/get hungry or whatever.
When I got up this morning it’d all gone. Which is about as good a recommendation as you’re going to get. If you’re reading this, Mr Pandya, I salute you!
1/2 to 1 tablespoon salt
2 tablespoons lemon juice
4 large onion, coarsely chopped.
2 cloves garlic, crushed
1 inch/2.5 cm ginger, crushed.
1 green cardamom pod
12 black peppercorns
2 x 1 inch/2.5cm peices cinnamon
1 teaspoon turmeric
1 teaspoon chilli powder
1 teaspoon garam masala
2 large tomatos, sliced.
1 onion, sliced and fried in rings.
Cut the chicken into pieces, feed the carcass and skin to the dog or use it to make stock.
Rub the salt and lemon juice into the chicken pieces and leave to stand for half an hour.
Heat the ghee in a pan and add the cloves, cardamom, peppercorns, cinnamon, then the chicken, onions, garlic and remaining spices. Cook gently for 15 minutes, keeping the ingredients moving to stop them catching.
Over a low heat, stir in the yoghurt, then the water and any juice from the slated chicken. Cover and simmer until the chicken is tender (40-50 mins).
Sprinkle with garam masala, arrange the tomatoes and onion slices on top and place, uncovered in a moderate oven (around 180C)for 10 minutes before serving.
An acquaintance of mine in the 1990s moved to Balsall Heath and, being a bit of an obsessive sort of chap, set about immersing himself in the culture there. As a result, he lived almost entirely on food bought from the local south Asian grocers, eschewing supermarkets.
He did lots of research on how to make decent south Asian food and I still have a couple of photocopied sheets of recipes which he passed on to me, and which I still refer to all these years later.
This recipe is one of them. I’d no idea what book it was taken from, until my extensive internet research this morning led me to Indian Vegetarian Cooking by Jack Santa Maria, – long out of print, but still available as an ebook. My yellowing and stained photocopy bears the handwritten quantities for using brown rice instead of white, which works really well, especially if you can find brown Basmati rice.
I’ve made and enjoyed this hundreds of times, and there is no greater recommendation than that. It works well in either a pan (on stove top or in the oven) or a rice cooker, although you need to fry the onions in a pan first if you’re using the latter. And it’s delicious, either fresh and hot or as a cold rice salad the next day.
255 grams Brown Basmati Rice (if you can’t find brown Basmati, use whatever brown rice you’ve got).
2 tablespoons ghee or vegetable oil
1 onion, sliced
4 cloves garlic, finely chopped.
1 inch/2.5cm piece of ginger, finely chopped.
2 inches/5 cm cinnamon, broken
1/2 teaspoon paprika
2 green cardamom pods
1 teaspoon garam masala
1 teaspoon cumin seeds
1 teaspoon salt
1 pint/just under 1/2 litre water
Coriander leaves, chopped (optional)
Fry the onion in the ghee until it’s starting to turn golden, then add the garlic and ginger. Cook for a few minutes more. You want soft-golden-caramelised, not crispy-brown-burnt.
Add the rice and the rest of the ingredients and stir until coated in the ghee/oil and cooked a little bit.
If using a rice cooker, transfer ingredients into the cooker, de-glaze the pan with the water and add that to the rice.
Otherwise, add the water to the pan and cook gently, covered, either on a stove top or in a medium oven