Showing posts with label Reviews. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reviews. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 April 2008

Nature's Theme Park



"I like to look at everything -
A snow capped peak, a sign of spring;
A moonlit night, a sunny day,
A swallow winging on it's way;
A rose in bloom, a cherry tree,
A shore's liaison with the sea;
A lazy river winding by
On which reflections catch the eye.
I like to look at things each day,
It's all a Theme park in a way.
The only difference seems to be,
In Nature's park, admission's free."
~ J M Robertson


All around me now, are signs that spring is in full motion. The countryside is rapidly greening and the birds, which have been pairing up for weeks now it seems, are now busy gathering in little bits of this and that to help build their nests with. The other morning I saw a wag tail with bits of straw in it's beak and then, later on in the day, a song thrush sitting on a post at the end of the lane, with a beak full of moss.



All the leaves have burst out on the trees, seemingly overnight, and the lilac is full of buds which will be soon in full bloom, gracing us with their wonderful scent and beautiful blossom. When I was a much younger woman, one of my first apartments was in an old Victorian house, which was surrounded on three sides by a lovely lilac hedge. In the springtime it was like heaven on earth, and my kitchen table was often graced with a mason jar full of lilacs, their lovely fragrance making my two room home smell just wonderful . . .



As I look out over the orchard, it's plain to see that the apple trees are beginning to break into blossom as well, and indeed the tractors have been very busy this past week running up and down the rows and spraying. The hedges are full of May blossom and when we venture out for a walk, the slightest breeze fills the air full of petals . . . falling softly like snow and dancing all around us. It's all so very beautiful . . .



As I look out across the Downs, the rolling hills and fields are full of the wonderful yellow of rapeseed in bloom. Not so delightful to anyone who suffers from allergies of any kind, but so very beautiful to behold . . . it's so very good to be alive, and happy and surrounded by all this beauty . . .



Well folks . . . it was bound to happen sooner or later . . .

Yes . . . I finally bought me a cookbook that I don't really like all that much!!! Perhaps it will grow on me with time. (Here's hoping) Those are the risks of buying a book, sight unseen, I'm afraid.

I have had all of Tessa Kiros's cookbooks for a while now and they are my most beloved of all my cookbooks, especially her book entitled "Apples and Jam." Her recipes are always lovely and simple and easy to do on a budget. The books themselves are a work of art, with beautiful covers and pictures inside, not only of the food and recipes, but also of little snippets of Tessa's life and environment. I could just sit and read and browse through them for hours and never cook a thing, and still be happy with them. I do confess, I have always loved her recipes . . .

I was so excited a couple of weeks ago to see that she had published another book, and so I ordered it, sight unseen, just because it was hers.

It came several days ago, and it has a beautiful cover, just as her other books do, as well as a lovely blue and white striped book marker ribbon . . . blue and white being two of my favourite colour combinations. The pictures inside are lovely as well. My problem with it is . . . they're almost all seafood. I suppose it was kind of dumb of me to buy a cookery book about Portugal and not realize that indeed a lot of the food would be seafood based, and I am sure the recipes are lovely, well, at least to anyone who can eat that type of food and who enjoys it, and to someone who enjoys that type of food this book could be considered a real winner . . . it's just not my cup of tea, I guess. There are a few lovely desserts though, so I suppose I can make them . . . but I do have to say . . . this is not my favourite book and indeed I might even go so far as to say this is my least favourite book and I am sorely disappointed! Oh well . . . you win some . . . you lose some!

I did another painting yesterday afternoon, this time as a gift for my mother for Mother's day, which is rapidly approaching. You can pop over to BLOSSOM TIME CREATIONS and have a gander if you wish. I call it "Being Mom." I just love it and I hope that my mom loves it too!

I just love chicken wings, but really they're not that healthy, all that skin and fat you know . . . probably why they taste so good. They're one of the things I always liked best about the Chinese Food Buffet place back home. Other people would come away from the buffet table with plates heaped with sweet and sour chicken balls . . . not me . . . it would be the wings. I also really love hot wings . . . Buffalo Wings. This lovely recipe I am going to share with you today is a way of enjoying the taste of Buffalo Wings without all of that skin and fat, and I do have to say, they are yum, yum, yum . . .



*Boneless Buffalo Wings*
Serves 2

This is a delicious way to have your cake and eat it too . . . ahh . . . err . . . wings, I mean. Tender, juicy and chock full of flavour, these please on all counts! If you are not a fan of really spicy food you can cut down the amount of cayenne pepper and they will still be very good.

1 cup plain flour
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ground black pepper
1/4 tsp ground cayenne pepper
1/4 tsp paprika
1 large egg, beaten
1 cup milk
2 boneless, skinless chicken breast fillets
vegetable oil (for frying)
1/4 cup hot sauce (I use Louisiana which my friend Eliza brought over to me)
1 TBS butter, melted
Blue Cheese Salad dressing for dipping, if desired (see recipe below)

Whisk together the flour, salt, peppers and paprika in a bowl. Set aside. In another bowl beat together the egg and milk.

Slice each chicken breast crosswise into about six pieces. One at a time, dip each piece into the egg mixture, and then into the flour mixture, turning it to coat. Repeat once more with each piece of chicken so that they are double coated. (I use one hand for the flour mix and one for the egg mix, that way my fingers don't get as messy) Place each piece on a plate while you finish coating them all. Place in the refrigerator to chill for about 15 minutes.

Heat about a 1/4 inch of oil in a skillet over medium high heat. Once it is hot add the chicken pieces a few at a time and cook them for about 3 minutes on each side, until nicely browned. Remove to a dish lined with paper toweling and keep warm while you are cooking them all.

Melt the butter and stir it together with the hot sauce. Once you have finished cooking all the chicken pieces, brush them with this mixture and then serve with some blue cheese dressing to dip them in if desired. Delicious!

*Chunky Blue Cheese Dressing*
Makes about 2 1/2 cups

If you use light mayonnaise and sour cream, this is not all that bad for you. I think in America you can even get low fat blue cheese. It goes very well with the chicken and is also a lovely salad dressing.

1 cup good quality mayonnaise (I use Hellmans)
1 cup dairy sour cream
1/2 cup buttermilk
1/2 teaspoon white pepper
2 tablespoons grated onion
4 dashes Tabasco sauce
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 dash cayenne pepper
1 teaspoon minced garlic
2 teaspoons sugar
6 ounces crumbled blue cheese

Whisk together the buttermilk, sour cream and mayonnaise. Whisk in the remaining ingredients, making sure that they are well combined. This should really be made the day before to get the optimum flavour, but you can make it just a few hours ahead of time as well and it's still quite good.



PS - I'm sorry to disappoint anyone who came here looking for cheesecake pops. I'm afraid I did not do the Daring Baker's Challenge this month. I could not find anything to use for holders and I did not have enough room in my freezer, and to be honest . . . I am not just all that fond of cheese cake . . . well, not fond enough at any rate to have a whole passel of the stuff hanging about the freezer taking up space . . . I know . . . crazy me!!

Sunday, 6 April 2008

Living on the Edge, Absinthe and a Curious Tale to Tell



Now, I know that Christmas is long gone past, but I have a rather curious tale to tell you this morning. I rarely, if ever, get Christmas presents from my children, and that's perfectly ok with me. I know that they are young, and that they have rather limited incomes and growing families. It is enough for me to just know that they love me as I love them. You can imagine my surprise this past Christmas, however, when the mailman brought this huge, rather heavy parcel to our doorway from Amazon.com.

"I didn't order anything!" I protested to Todd. (crossing my fingers behind my back and wondering all the time what the heck I did order . . . )

Surprise, surprise!!! When I opened it, it was not something I had ordered after all, but a gift . . . from my oldest son Anthony and his wife Anne, not to mention that cute grandson of mine, Gabriel. It was big and heavy, and it was all I could do to wait until Christmas morning to open it up and see what exactly it was! (Todd wouldn't let me open it right away, the big party pooper!)

Anyways, open it I did on Christmas morning, and what to my delight, I discovered that inside was Larousse Gastronomique! I put my hand up and confess here and now that I am a really hard person to buy a cookery book for. I have quite a few. (just ask anyone who's been here to the cottage and had a look) It is really hard to find one that I don't already have, although it can be done . . . so don't give up hope anyone who was thinking on getting me one. Lucky guess on my son's part though, as he has not seen my vast collection over here, and as this was one I didn't already have!!



Later on in the afternoon, after all the excitement had settled, I took a few moments to myself, and sat down with it, slowly perusing and digesting the pages. Now this is the ultimate reference book for cookery professionals and enthusiasts, bringing together a wonderful combination of history, theory and practice, not to mention more than just a few recipes. There's like about a thousand and a bazillion pages in it, and I would even dare to say that if it isn't in there, it's not worth wondering or talking about! I started off at the "A"s and I didn't get very far before I was completely enthralled with one ingredient. "Absinthe"

"A famous, or infamous liqueur, absinthe takes its name from an aromatic plant (see artemisia), which contains an alkaloid used since ancient times as a tonic. Wormwood is the principal one of 14 herbs, which are macerated in grape spirit, but hyssop and mint are also included. It is famous for it's green colour, and was called the fee verte (green nurse) in France (although the Swiss did make a blue one)." ~Larousse Gastronomique, pg 2

First produced commercially by H L Pernod in 1797, absinthe is generally served with water, although there is a wonderfully mysterious sounding ritual that goes along with the partaking of it. First one was to balance a sugar lump on a special flat, pierced spoon over a glass. The spirit was then poured over it into the glass, and then sipped.

Interestingly enough, I learned that Absinthe also contains a powerful drug, which has serious side effects on the nervous system, and it's manufacture and sale were prohibited by law across France in 1915 and, subsequently, most of Europe. It was never totally banned however and I was quite interested to read that it was now enjoying a resurgence in the 21st century at a Specialist Drink.

"Imagine," I said to my Todd upon reading all of this . . . "Imagine wanting to partake of an alcoholic beverage that could seriously damage your health!" I quickly moved on to other topics, but it stayed in my mind.



Now here's where it gets really interesting. I was recently contacted by a company that sells Absinthe online and they asked me to do a written review of their site. Buy Absinthe

As a Latter Day Saint, I do not drink alcohol, nor do I want to promote other's imbibing of the substance either, although I do cook with it on occasion. There are some dishes that it is necessary to use it in and besides, all the alcohol cooks off right? (Please don't burst my bubble and tell me that it doesn't, as I just don't want to know!)

Anyways, I thought it was quite fascinating and not a little bit eerie that these people contacted me about this and not only that but it was the very ingredient that had so caught my fancy when I was reading my new book! Co-incidence? I think not, really . . . I think I was meant to do this and so I am, and while I cannot with clear conscience extol on the virtues of absinthe, (for in truth I think you have to want to live a little on the edge to want to drink the stuff) I can tell you what I think of their site!

It's actually quite a well put -together page just chock full of anything you ever wanted to know about absinthe and were afraid or not afraid to (as it were) ask! Read Absinthe Blog

It's all there, it's very colourful history, it's uses, it's marvels etc. There are some excellent links and it's a very easy and informative site to maneuver. All the varieties, all the rituals, all the history, and even a few recipes are on these pages. I would urge you to go and take a look to see for yourself. And . . . while I am not entirely recommending to you that you Buy Absinthe , I don't think it ever hurts to learn something new, as that I do recommend. I think we should try to learn something new every day.

I'll close now with a intriguing little anecdote by Alexandre Dumas (yes, he wrote The Three Musketeers, amongst other literary tales) . . .

"DeMusset's fatal passion for absinthe, which incidentally perhaps gave his poetry it's bitter flavour, caused the Academie to make a modest pun. DeMusset was, in fact, missing many of the sittings of this august body, aware that he was in no state to attend.

'One day one of the distinguished forty members said to another: "Really do you not think that Alfred de Musset absents himself rather too often?"

"You mean that he absinthes himself rather too often." . . . was the reply.'


Who says that the French don't know how to party?