
Especially comforting on a cold, wintery night...


n. An obsession with grandiose or extravagant things or actions. In particular an unabashed appetite for gustatory pleasures, for there truly is no sincerer love than the love of food.
Beetroots freshly dug up from the backyard
About 2 kgs of premium lamb marinated in yoghurt and a combination of light Indian-Moroccan inspired spices including garam masala, saffron, ginger and garlic on a bed of chopped brown onion. Into the tagine an the oven for a good five hours.
Painstakingly prepared the figs were a tantalising dream!
Fish fillets lightly dusted with sumac and flour, seared crisp was served with a dollop of homemade version of remoulade on a bed of cauliflower puree and sliced boiled beetroot - seemingly heady contrasting flavours and textures left me gasping - simply divine - two thumbs up hedonistic hostess!
Prep Time 10 minutes, Cooking Time 20 minutes, Makes 12
Ingredients: ½ cup currants, 1 cup bran cereal, 1/3 cup caster sugar, ¼ cup vegetable oil, 1 egg, ¼ cup milk, 2 large very ripe bananas, 1 ½ cup self-raising flour, nuts to decorate.
Method: Combine bran, sugar, oil, egg and milk in a bowl. Stand for 5 minutes to soften. Fold in bananas, flour, currants until just combined. Spoon mixture into a well greased muffin pan. Decorate each muffin with nuts and bake for 20 minutes or so, check for firmness.
This recipe does not take much time at all, and tastes simply fabulous. Rouille is a flavoursome version of mayonnaise customarily served with seafood dishes like Bouillabaisse and goes great with the mussels. The roasted pepper, saffron and paprika blended into the sauce give it the gorgeous rich colour and robust flavour. Leftover rouille can very well be used in crab croissants instead of regular mayo, since the roasted flavours pair well with seafood. Preparing the rouille will take you longer than the actual mussels, so I suggest preparing that one first.
Mussels Provencal
Ingredients: 2 kg mussels, 2 tbs olive oil, 1 white onion, finely chopped, 2 garlic cloves, crushed, 3 large ripe tomatoes, diced, 1 bay leaf, 1 fennel bulb, finely sliced, pinch of saffron threads, 1 tsp sea salt, 250 ml white wine, 1 handful flat leaf (Italian) parsley
Method: Clean the mussels in cold water remove beards and barnacles; throw any away that do not close when you tap them.
Put the oil, onion and garlic into a large lidded saucepan and cook them over low heat until onion is transparent. Add the tomato, bay leaf, fennel and saffron, season with sea salt and simmer for 10 minutes. Pour in the white wine, bring the sauce to the boil and add the mussels. Cover with the lid and cook a few minutes, shaking the pan once or twice. Check all the mussels have opened. Throw away any that remain closed.
Divide the mussels into four big bowls, sprinkle with parsley and serve with rouille and crusty French baguette.
Method: Simply tear the sour dough bread into pieces and put in a bowl. Put a pinch of saffron threads in 3 tbsp of water in a saucepan and bring to boil. Simmer for 1 minute. Pour the hot saffron water over the bread in the bowl. Allow to sit for 1 minute before putting in a food processor or blender. Add the flesh of 1 roasted bell pepper, ¼ tsp paprika and 2 garlic cloves and blend to form a smooth paste. Add in the eggs and blend and then add the olive oil in a stream, mixing all the while to ensure it emulsifies. Season with salt.
Method: If using the puff pastry, spread so it lines the tart pan’s base evenly, pressing the edges with your fingers to ensure there are no air bubbles. The pastry must be long enough to reach up the sides of the tart pan. Fork holes all over and blind bake at 200 degrees C for 10 minutes. If using a pre-prepared tart case keep it out and ready for filling.
Sautee the onions and garlic until translucent, add the mushrooms until softened, but do not allow them to sweat. Remove from heat, set aside in a mixing bowl. In a food processor blend spinach, cream, toasted pine nuts, egg (leave a third of the egg in a bowl to brush the top of the pastry) pepper and salt into a smooth paste and add to mushroom mixture in bowl, fold well to ensure and even mixture. Remove the puff pastry tart from oven or take the pre-baked tart if using, spoon the spinach and mushroom cream mixture into the case, spreading it out evenly then lay the asparagus, spears facing outward and stalks at the centre of the tart over the spinach and mushroom mixture in a concentric circle. Top with a good grating of Parmesan cheese. Take the other sheet of puff pastry that has been cut into a circle to fit as a lid and carefully place it on top of the filling, stretching it at the edges to meet the pastry from the base of the tart. With a fork press the edges together. Use the remaining egg that has been set aside to brush the top of the pastry to ensure it bakes to a golden, brown crisp. Bake in oven at 200 degrees C for 20 minutes.
Serve with a nice big leafy salad. I like to use a honey-mustard dressing with this recipe to dress my salad as the flavours are contrastingly complimentary.
Creamy Spinach and Mushroom Tartlet with Asparagus and Pine Nuts
Honey- Dijon Dressing
A quick, delicious dressing perfect for summer salads, absolutely light and refreshing
Ingredients: 1 tbsp Dijon Mustard, 3 tbsp Olive Oil, 1 tsp Honey, a dash of balsamic vinegar or verjuice, ½ tsp Italian dried herbs, 6 pickles or gherkins sliced finely, Salt and Pepper to season, dash of Lemon juice.
Method: Whisk all the ingredients together in the serving bowl itself, to avoid having to lose any when transferring later. A combination of lettuce greens works well here: Oak and butter lettuce with rocket for a peppery kick and sliced tomatoes.
“Food is a currency of love and desire, a medium of expression and communication.”[1]
Try telling my boyfriend that. Being an adventurous eater, every time I’m out at a restaurant I skim the menu for exotic offerings. He on the other hand, Mr. Bodybuilder with fat percentage seven per cent prefers lean meat. Trying a new Chinese restaurant in Bangalore, I spotted pork belly on the menu and went mad, since it is a dish not usually seen on Indian menus. Short of frothing at the mouth, I quickly decide the rest of our order. Out came the gorgeous pork belly, fat glistening, wobbling slightly on a bed of sprouts and greens. I grab my chopsticks, dig in, ecstatic in anticipation, and it hits the spot – melt in the mouth and absolutely succulent. After spending a full five minutes rolling my eyes and moaning perhaps rather inappropriately I cut a piece of pork belly in half, carefully clasp my chopsticks around the slippery sucker and swoop into boyfriend dearest’s face, shouting “open up, open up, it’s going to drop”, his reply – absolute non compliance!
This sort of situation is simply something I cannot fathom, why and how a person can be so strange to not want to try a piece of something so obviously wonderful based on the pretext of health and fitness is just absurd to me. One tiny piece, come on – would it really kill you?
Whether its cheesy scrambled eggs and generously lathered buttered warm toast for a relaxing Sunday breakfast, or classic, rich, old school Sheppard’s Pie with a side of vegetables au gratin for a special dinner, indulgent meals have always flicked on a thousand twinkling lights, and got my juices flowing, ever since I was a little girl.
I started out as a horribly slow eater, the teacher constantly sending notes home to my mother about what a nuisance I was. It wasn’t that I was fussy – I just tended to day-dream a lot. That problem vanished when I hit my early teenage years, in fact it went into overdrive, with an upsized appetite going out to dinner with my parents meant a constant inner struggle trying to pace myself through the meal. My mother would caution me several times in the car over to the restaurant, to chew slowly and allow the food to digest. But as soon as the meal would be laid out in front of me, the pre-dinner spiel went out the window and within ten minutes flat the plate would have been licked clean. It wasn’t that I was a messy eater, or bad mannered, that was far from the case, in fact it was quite the opposite people would compliment my parents on my fine dining skills ever since I was about three. It was just that food drove me mental, the thought my favourite dishes would and still does literally make my mouth water – and one main course was not enough to satiate me. Today, luckily for the most part I have mastered the art of self-control when careful about portion size, a balanced diet, binging and pick my indulgent days with care. Inevitably from about age twelve to fourteen I would order two mains, my parents giving in to my incessant eyeballing that would ensue upon demolition on the first main meal. Two mains became the norm - all I can say is thank God I grew out my voracious appetite. I can proudly say I that with my 'healthy appetite' I have always been able to match every guy I have dated bite for bite, and sometimes even eaten him under the table and out of wallet!
Food as far as my memory stretches has always held a significant place in my heart. The affinity for good food has to be credited to my parents that took the initiative to introduce and allow me to eat real, grown up food, never making those separate awful ‘kids’ meals comprising chicken nuggets or fish sticks with ketchup, which doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that it just can’t be too healthy for the kids in the first place!
By age four, I had developed a palate for blue cheese, smoked salmon and oysters. However beyond loving adventurous food that most kids my age would never have touched, I adored going out to restaurants. The restaurant experience is one that I looked forward to with great anticipation and lucky for me this was a twice weekly affair growing up. The flip side of this was that my mother had a tempting bone to dangle in front of me every time she wanted to make sure I did my chores or my homework. Being banned from a dinner outing would have shattered my world. On second thoughts, I guess not much has changed since then!
My upbringing has memories of food interwoven so intricately that food and love blur and have come to mean one and the same thing. Part of this ‘food is love’ way of life has to do with Indian culture. Coming over to our house for dinner means being dotted on at the dinner table, being offered lots and lots of food, and when I say offer, I mean forced. ‘What was that, you said you don’t like lentils, oh I didn’t hear that, too late, now you have a big spoonful on your plate, so eat it all up.’ Seconds and thirds are not optional at the Indian dinner table, rather they are mandatory, and it is usually thrust upon you by the woman of the house. And another thing Indian culture is averse to – wasting, the biggest blasphemy you could ever commit, so come prepared with pants with an adjustable waist, and skip lunch altogether.
Growing up in India, women are key figures in the home. My paternal grandparents took rotational shifts, swapping between their two sons and daughter, which meant a period of roughly three months every year would be spent at our home in Bangalore. Those three months would be a chaotic period in our kitchen, my grandmother and my mother battling for refrigerator space, access to maids to help them chop, soak, dice, prepare spice blends, clean fish, slice meat and vegetables etc and then of course who would serve which meal and when. To avoid daily confrontations it became the norm that my grandmother would prepare her full Kerala South Indian buffet style meal, replete with three kinds of rice, fish curry, meat fry, two to three dry vegetables, seasoned yoghurt, a vegetable sambar (gravy), pickles and papads for lunch every afternoon. Dinner was my mother’s responsibility and always had a global edge, which meant it could range from anything from mousakka to muligatany.
The respective chef always served and presented the meal, the wives proceeded in traditional manner to serve their husbands, smiling proudly and watching closely for their affirmative nod once the first bite was sampled. The female servitude around mealtime percolated into my being without my realising and reared its ugly head when my first boyfriend came along. Without thinking I would serve, coo and most importantly watch for the expression that acknowledged the first bite before sitting down to eat myself! Perhaps the ‘food is love’ analogy runs deep, deeper than I even thought possible. Today I don’t think, I just shovel food into my boyfriends plate, mouth whatever I can reach, I am a firm believer that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, hell that’s the quickest way to mine. So as I smile coming at him with a heaped serving of lasagne, I am positive that food is the best way of expressing love. A hearty, home cooked meal beats those three over rated words any day!
[1] Sarah Sceats. “The Food of Love: Mothering, Feeding, Eating and Desire,” in Food, Consumption and the Body in Contemporary Women's Fiction, Cambridge University Press, 2000, pp. 11-32.
Cheap Chardonnay, oysters and fish cakes
In the last one month a lot has happened. I moved home and finally have a kitchen of my own in a tiny bed-sit rental unit in Glenunga, a suburb on the way up to Mount Barker (towards the Adelaide Hills to the west of the city). I have been excited about the move and as soon as my brand new oven and stove-top were installed I celebrated with a bottle of cheap chardonnay, oysters (odd choice thinking back, since I ate them natural and that served no purpose of christening my new white goods!) and made a batch of fish cakes since its bang in the middle of Lent, and I have been trying to observe forty painful days and nights of vegetarianism.
To expand my cooking repertoire, I have made one rule for the kitchen – to try as experimenting as much as possible and just takes chances, try to make things from scratch and go with my gut. Having never used puff pastry sheets from the frozen section I decided this would be a good starting point.
Puff pastry laid out with spinach and ricotta filling, before folding into parcels while the oven gets nice and hot
Spinach and Ricotta Parcels
Wilted Spinach and Ricotta Parcels with roasted pine nuts, sauteed mushrooms, onions, garlic and Parmesan served with a salad of baby endive, sliced grape tomatoes and red capsicum
Lent has given me the opportunity to play with a variety of seafood and I must say there have been a couple of firsts in this department.
Whole fresh Red Snapper, scaled
Take for instance buying a whole fish with head and tail intact and with no knowledge of filleting fish, let alone a decent knife! I love eating fish, especially the head which is full of flavour, but I have never dealt with an entire, whole fish. This was a first, and what with the image that fish has of being stinky and nasty I though this was a rather ambitious project. However, I was pleasantly surprised by the outcome, my fillets turned out pretty neat, maybe I could be the fish mongers apprentice!
Baramundi fish cakes seasoned with basil, chopped olives and gherkin and my snapper fillets coated in turmeric, ginger, garlic and macadamia paste
Fried zesty basil and olive fish cakes served with dill aioli
Tumeric-Macademia Infused Red Snapper
Ingredients: 12 whole macadamia nuts, 1/4 white onion finely sliced, 4 garlic cloves, 2 red chillis, seeded and finely chopped, 2 tsp finely grated fresh ginger, 1 tsp turmeric, 4 tsp tamarind water, 1 tsp soy sauce, 4 x 200 g snapper (or firm fleshed white fish), 125 ml coconut milk
Method: Preheat oven to 200 degrees C. Put the nuts, onion, garlic, ginger, turmeric, tamarind water and soy sauce in a blender to make a paste. Rinse fish fillets with cold water, pat dry, rub half the paste on the fish, put on a baking tray and bake for 12 minutes. Put the remaining paste into a small saucepan and add coconut milk, stir over medium heat. When the fish is cooked serve with steamed greens and some of the coconut sauce.
Note: Personally, being Indian our know-how of spices goes beyond the average understanding of how to utilise spices to their maximum and draw out the best flavours. This dish delivered a hot punch in terms of the flavours, perhaps too full on for me liking. A good spice blend is one that is smooth, subtle and seductive, drawing you in gently, the spice hits you slowly, but it has already woven a spell and no matter how pungent on the palate or how dire the effects may be the next day you are mesmerised by flavour and serve more and enjoy the symphony of flavours. This dish did not deliver that sensory spice experience, instead was harsh and unforgiving on the palate. I would suggest dry roasting the dry spices, including the nuts for about 3 - 4 minutes to get the spices and aromas activated, and to allow the intensity to mature from intense and overbearing to a flavours with finesse and body.
Baked red snapper fillet with turmeric, ginger-garlic and macadamia marinade and a sauce of the same paste infused with coconut milk, served with pan-fried cabbage seasoned with mustard seed, buttered and browned baby corn spears and jasmine rice
The following week further fishy recipes were embarked upon. As you can tell I had an overwhelming supply of spinach and decided to whip up my own unique pesto, using spinach as the main ingredient and basil to infuse its powerful herbaciousness, olive oil of course, roasted pine nuts, minced garlic, salt and lots of freshly ground pepper and lemon juice. I used this on crusty bread toasted and doused with my olive oil and bococcini, as well as a light pasta sauce.
Spinach-basil pesto fettuccine with fried Baramundi fillets bread-crumbed with coriander and Mustard seeds
The basa fish, otherwise known as Pangasius bocourti, is a type of catfish in the family Pangasiidae family. This fish is particularly a new variety to me. Basa are native to the Mekong River Delta in and Chao Phraya basin in Thailand. An important food fish in the international market, its is often labeled basa or bocourti in Australia and the USA. The fish was described to me as requiring 'a lot of work' said the fish monger, but I found that it worked well in this simple dish with light ingredients.
Oven roasted Basil Basa flavoured fillets with Water Chestnuts served with Caramelised Carrots
After coating the basa fillet with a good rubbing of basil, lemon, salt and pepper, topped off with water chestnuts and wrapped in an aluminium parcel, I baked the entire parcel for about 20 minutes in a moderately hot oven.
Field Mushrooms with Herbed Goats Chevre and Char grilled Asparagus Spears on Puff Pastry
Field Mushrooms on Puff Pastry
Ingredients: 4 field mushroom, 2 tbsp olive oil, 1 garlic clove, 1 sheet puff pastry. 150 g arugula, 70 g Parmesan Cheese, 1 tbsp balsamic vinegar, 4 Pimento olives, 4 slices of goats chevre, 4 char-grilled spears asparagus
Method: Preheat oven to 200 degrees C. Remove stern from mushrooms, add caps to a large bowl with olive oil, garlic, sea salt and freshly ground pepper. Toss the mushrooms to coat them in the garlicy oil. Cut the pastry into four squares, lay them on a baking tray. Roll the edges of each square to form a raised edge, then put a mushroom into the centre of each square. Pop an olive into the centre of each mushroom, then cut a solid 1 cm round of goats chevre and add atop the olive to cover or fit into the cap of the mushroom. Cut each asparagus spear into two and line a pair on either side of the mushroom right on the fold-over ridge of the puff pastry. Bake for 20 minutes or until pastry is golden brown. Tear the rocket in bite size pieces and toss in a bowl with Parmesan and vinegar, season to taste. Pile them on top of the tartlets before serving.