Friday, July 22, 2011

What you can buy with love

"i Cant buy too much with money, money can't buy me love" 
-- the Beatles

I spent the evening at a farewell party of an ex-colleague. She is embarking on a new life path -- Art Therapy. She's put on some weight, has a smile on her face, dyed her hair blonde, but she's never strayed from good old Jill.

Seeing old faces, old habits, reminiscing on old friendships--- There are some I'd like to keep, and some whom I wouldn't spend the time of day to cherish. People watch me closely, and wonder, why I return, whether I have regrets, why I keep friendships or kinships with friends of 40 or 50. Yes, they may not be fashionable, yes they may not be the most 'appropriate', we will one day all be but 40 or 50. Youth wastes no time on men. These friends, they are the ones with the best life lessons, and most dear to me. And for one, I will be heading up to Nottingham. To visit a friend who is close to my heart, and has been in a severe car accident. He remembers some people, he forget those most recent and dear to him. People tell me, he asks for a pint of beer, he asks to return back to S co, he asks to go home, he wants to go to the races, to see his horses.  He doesn't remember the accident, he doesn't remember what happened. Most of all, he doesn't remember Heather, nor her family.

I hope that when we meet one day, he'd remember his life, his past and the good and bad times that time we've shared, and most of all, that he'd remember our friendship.

Paul, Get well soon. We're rooting for you.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Focaccia madness


I should start this post by saying that someone asked me. 'why waste time making bread when it can be bought so cheaply?' My response -- the smell of bread in the oven gives me a warm fuzzy feeling but more importantly nothing can taste better than home made bread (done properly of course). Bread making also teaches one to be patient. Oh, so very patient.

Last Sunday I forayed into a long abandoned attempt to make focaccia, a flat baked italian bread. My last attempt in Spring garnered some rather encouraging comments, but goodness it was HARD. i mean, rock hard. Undetterred, I was determined to recreate the memory of that fabulous bite of home made ligurian focaccia  I shared with Mr Mo in Porto Venerre. 

That was a warm August day -- it was summer. Hot, sultry, with a gentle breeze of the sea. When someone told me that eating could actually be a sensory experience, I never knew what that meant until that day. Bread, hot from the oven, drizzled in olive oil so luscious, and sprinkled with salt that teased you with the scent of the Ligurian sea. All that intertwined together, oh my...I might have been in heaven.
All that from bread did you say? Yes. BREAD. 

So it was a rather dreary lazy Sunday, and I was slightly depressed that the summer sun had wandered off to greener pastures, and the memory of Liguria crept into my mind. So off i hopped to tescos to pick up some necessities -- Rosemary, Garlic, Bread Flour. You see, that, plus some good extra virgin olive oil, sea salt, yeast, a pair of hands, and oh -- patience!! Trust me. Anyone can make this :D


I picked out a recipe from the good folks at Rustico Cooking, tweaked the recipe a little and added some Rosemary and Garlic.
  • 300 g white bread flour.
  • 1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon fine sea salt
  • 1 teaspoon sugar
  • 1/2 cup extra-virgin olive oil, plus extra for greasing the bowl and pizza pan
  • 1 tablespoon or 5g of baker's yeast.
Mix the flour, 1 tablespoon of the salt, and the sugar and yeast in a bowl. Add 3/4 cup of warm water and ¼ cup of the olive oil. Stir with wooden spoon until the dough starts to form into a clump. Fold the dough for about 2 more minutes until it comes together, and knead with your hands for about 3 minutes. I find that oiling your hand with olive oil helps prevent the dough from sticking to your fingers. Add a little more flour if the dough is sticky or a little more water if the dough is dry.

By now, the dough should be smooth and supple, and rather soft but not sticky and wet; adjust with a little flour or wtaer as needed. Transfer to an oiled bowl and shape into a ball. Cover with a cloth and let rise at room temperature until doubled, about 1 hour.

Transfer the dough to a generously oiled round baking pan and push with your fingers until it extends to the sides of the pan. Let rest 30 minutes, covered. This second rise is very important as it makes the bread light and fluffy. Uncover the dough and dimple it with your fingers, using the pads rather than the nails so you don’t tear the dough. This is the most important step in the focaccia-making process; dimple the dough deeply for best flavor. Scatter the Rosemary and chopped garlic over the dough. Let it rise at room temperature 30 minutes, covered with a cloth.
Meanwhile, preheat the oven to 220degress celcius (preferably with a baking stone in it).

Combine the remaining ¼ cup of olive oil and the remaining teaspoon of salt with ¼ cup of room-temperature water in a bowl. Pour over the focaccia.

Bake the focaccia on the bottom rack of the oven (or place the baking pan on the baking stone) in the preheated oven for 20 minutes, or until golden on the top and bottom and lightly crisp. Serve hot, warm, or at room temperature.

Note that the bread does not keep for more than 1 day. To store, keep it wrapped in aluminium foil and in an airtight container. This prevents it from becoming hard too quickly.

Buono Appetito!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Simple suppers

whilst i'll never make it as a food stylist, I just wanted to note down one of my favourite suppers during the summer. Seared duck breast (medium done) on a bed of red onion couscous mixed in with spinach wilted in a pan of post-duck, topped with our own home grown chillis. 15 mins from pan to plate. weekday nights couldn't get easier!

Weekend sunshines

Sunshine streaming through the bedroom window, orchid petals fluttering in the soft breeze, post-Saturday party silence on the streets, and your loved one beside you -- one couldn't ask for more.

Monday, July 11, 2011

La fête nationale


In light of Bastille Day this coming Thursday, a little group of us trooped up to our local pub, the Charles Lamb for some french festivities.
Petanque, pastis, st germain, rillet, cassoulet and all things french but yummy, we lazed about in the sun with Masha the dog, and some very embarassing boules skills.

New words learnt:

To fanny (mettre fanny)


To beat one's opponents 13 to 0. The figure of a bare-bottomed lass named Fanny is ubiquitous in Provence wherever pétanque is played. It is traditional that when a player loses 13 to 0 it is said that “il est fanny” (he's fanny) or “il a fait fanny” (he made fanny), and that he has to kiss the bottom of a girl called Fanny. Since there is rarely an obliging Fanny's behind handy, there is usually a substitute picture, woodcarving or pottery so that Fanny’s bottom is available. More often, the team which made "fanny" has to offer a beverage to the winning team (see the French popular expression "Fanny paie à boire !").




Merci wikipedia. ;)

Have you found your beret yet?

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

How much is that doggy in the window ?

This is the cutest little jack russell i've seen in a long time basking in the afternoon sun. We dropped by the car to check some bits, and came back an hour later. There he was (still), lounging on the window sill.

Angel, 3 Jul 2011

Flat Schmat

Living in London meant one thing - lots of walking (read: comfortable shoes). In my initial months in the UK, a dreary January winter no less, I learnt some hard lessons on why heels are bad for you on a day to day basis. By the same token, I couldn't bring myself to run around in sneakers, or heaven forbit, trainers!! A very convenient and comfortable solution, mais je m'execuse, pas pour moi merci. Not when some form of work related outfit is involved. Now that summer's rolled around, I see pencil skirts + haivanas or some sort of beach flip flops. Why? Why do that when you've got your pick of beautiful flats to choose from in this city? Smart, chic, statement, neutral, bright, patterned, leather, patent, fabric! I've gone completely bananas for them this summer: