Monday, November 30, 2009

WTF Monday


Yesterday, being the fourth Sunday before Christmas, saw the advent of … er … Advent, so here's a tasteful Parisian window display to wish my Christian friends a Happy New Liturgical Year (woohoo and Halleliuia) and in hope that the season brings you joy and reflection, thankfulness and praise in celebration of the birth of the man who taught us that compassion and love are not necessarily bad things.

For the rest of you, it is now officially open season on chocolate and time for the start of the annual sickening orgy of greed, gluttony, waste, binge-drinking, depravity, silly hats, bickering, disastrous dating decisions, wretched family gatherings filled with arguments and loathing, execrable TV, misguided lust, hideous hand-made sweaters, excruciating office parties, crappy unwanted gifts, unwise sexual couplings, hellish hangovers, appallingly bad music, tacky festive decorations, monumental hypocrisy, seething resentment and bitter remorse.

Enjoy!

Friday, November 27, 2009

500 Words - XVII - This Week's Sentence

This week's sentence is taken from Émile Zola's laugh-a-minute 'Germinal'.

It is:
"So, you fancy going over the road for a bit of looting and pillage?"

Have fun with it. I've already started mine.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

500 Words XVI - Story Time

This week’s sentence was taken from ‘American Notes’ by Charles Dickens.

The sentence was:
"He had ordered 'wheat-bread and chicken fixings,' in preference to 'corn-bread and common doings'."

Brew up a coffee and pull up a chair; here are the stories so far:

Katherine's 'Dining Alone, Sir?'

This week, Katherine gets weird, wonderful and strangely chicken-fixated.

Dive's 'Passing Through'


Mackinson the happy hitman is back again. And this time he's hungry.

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving to all across the pond!
Enjoy!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Meanwhile, 100 Years Ago …


Do click on this for fuller appreciation of the splendid penmanship. Cartoonists just don't seem to bother these days … sigh.

Anyhoo, I knew there was a reason I'd collected all those old Punch magazines: they make great fodder for caption competitions.

Yes, I know I am sick but I couldn't resist.

The original caption for this one read:
Grannie (anxious to be allowed to read in peace): "And what are you going to do now, my dear?"
Elizabeth: Well, Grannie, I've thought it over, and I've decided to devote myself to you till bedtime."

Don'tcha just love kids?
Me neither.
And this one doesn't even bother to explain to her grandmother just what she's doing skinning a puppy on the hearth.
Hey ho.

Any better captions gratefully received and giggled at.

Monday, November 23, 2009

WTF Monday


Anyone got a match?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

What's Cooking With Dive? - Kedgeree

Hoorah for kedgeree, the true breakfast of champions!

Or at least hoorah for the breakfast of the luxuriantly-moustachioed colonial exploiters who ruled the Raj for centuries with a splendid mélange of silly hats and sickening violence.

This is what their Indian servants and cooks would have served up to them at breakfast time, as the sun rose over the Empire after a night of debauchery and curry.

Basically it is the most awesome way ever devised to use up leftover Basmati rice, though for today's post I shall be cooking it from scratch.

So, to commence: for authenticity's sake, we shall first head for the nineteenth century Kashmiri inkstand that serves as my spice rack.

And from it we shall purloin, to whit:
About yay much (look at the picture to gauge amounts) coriander seed,
Ditto cumin seeds,
a bunch of green cardamom pods,
and a teensy-weensy bit of star anise.

It's been a while since I've had a ranty cooking aside (check the early cookery posts for some real doozy swearfests if that's your thang) so it's about time I went off on one about spices and alleged curry mixes.

For this curry I am using the few spices in the photo above, plus I'll add a little turmeric and black pepper once the liquid goes in.
All I'll do is dry-fry them until the air turns toasty and delicious, then pound the crap out of them in a pestle and mortar, sieve them and add a few drops of water …
and THAT'S IT.

Not exactly rocket science. It takes less time than it does to pick your nose and have a really good scratch. It is really, REALLY therapeutic, plus the aroma is to die for.

And yet - for reasons beyond my ken - some people still insist on opening a jar of curry paste.
Do bear with me here; I am straining every sinew not to get sweary.

Just do this mental exercise with me.
Please.

In the palm of your left hand picture the few spices in the photo.
Making them into a curry paste takes not much more than a minute and is pure pleasure from start to finish.

In the palm of your right hand, try to picture this: (I photographed the ingredients list from a well-known brand of posh curry paste. This was one of the better ones, with no smegging MSG in it, yet it still gives me the creeping horrors):

Water - fair enough; I add a few drops to my spices to make a paste;
Vegetable Oil - hang on a minute … The second largest ingredient is oil? Eww!
Gram Flour - Er … why? It's for making chapatis, NOT curry paste;
Concentrated tomato purée - Somebody please tell me there are some spices in this!
Salt - For fuck's sake! We've not had any curry spices yet.
Sugar - Okay; I give up.
Ginger - at last! A real ingredient!
Maize Flour- Aww crap.
Coriander (3%) - THREE FUCKING PERCENT!
Turmeric,
Cumin, - At last - right down the bottom: some tiny traces of spice.
Acetic acid - and … er … acid.
Chili,
Spices (contains mustard) - Whoop-de-fucking-doo!
Lemon Juice,
Garlic,
Black Pepper,
Cracked Coriander Seeds,
Dried Coriander Leaf,
Onion powder,
Dessicated Coconut,
Garlic Powder, Tamarind,
Lactic Acid … Mmmm … Lactic acid. How could I have forgotten that.

All that. In your hand. Now which one would you rather put in your curry?
Tell me, honestly.

Sheesh!
Making proper curries in the kitchen is child's play. Here's a link to another one if you want to try it. It's great!

Don't EVER let me find you using a jar of fucking curry paste. I've got a curry-covered spatula here and I'll not hesitate to use it!

Anyhoo … Let's get back in the kitchen and make a real kedgeree. Not one full of oil, flour and salt with three (count 'em … three) percent coriander. Sheesh!

Kedgeree's a fish curry and the best fish for it is undyed smoked haddock.
Here's a nice piece.
Stick a few bayleaves on it and then cover it in boiling water and leave it to steep for five minutes.

When it's done, save the water (it's a pretty basic fish stock) and simply flake the flesh off the skin with a fork, taking out any pinbones as you do - though there should be none if it's been filleted properly and mine was (thanks, David).

Surprise, surprise, it's Old Dive's chopping board with an organic onion and some yummy French purple garlic on it.
Now where have we seen that before? Yeah, yeah … just about every darned cookery post. Hey ho. Onion and garlic are good for you and they taste delicious, so there! Plus they are essential ingredients here.

Melt a nice knob of unsalted Irish butter in pan together with your onion and garlic. Turn the heat right down and let them go soft.

Add about blah much organic Basmati rice (if you need to measure rice you shouldn't be reading this … just put in as much as you need).
Add the home-made curry paste and some yummy turmeric (according to all the medical journals over here, the latest wonder food in the fight against cancer, so eat lots).

Now put on Bob Marley and The Wailers' 'Stir It Up' and follow his instructions for a couple of minutes … "Stir it up, little darling, stir it up … etc."

When it's looking like all the rice grains are nicely coated, whap up the heat and add the fish stock you made earlier and hopefully didn't pour down the sink.
Add just enough to cover the rice and it should be fine. Keep a little back in case it dries too quick but it shouldn't.

An alternative way to make this is to use leftover Basmati rice that's been in the fridge overnight. It's just as good but you don't need so much stock.
Anyhoo, this method is for making it from scratch as I tend to eat up all my rice like a good boy.

Once the stock is bubbling, reduce it for around eight minutes.

While that's reducing, shell and quarter the medium-boiled eggs I forgot to tell you to cook before you start any of this. Then put 'em on a plate to wait their turn.


When the stock is nicely reducing, stir in flaked haddock together with a handful of peas and some parsley.

Then cover the pan and simmer for four or five minutes until the rice is tender and has absorbed the liquid.

Take the pan off the heat, dot the rice with a few ickle bitties of butter, leave for a minute then give it a last stir to glaze it.

Dish it up, add the eggs and serve with lashings of mango chutney and lemon/lime wedges if you have guests.
If you're me and guestless, pig the whole damned lot and then lie back and grin.

Enjoy!

Friday, November 20, 2009

500 Words XVI - This Week's Sentence

This week’s sentence is taken from ‘American Notes’ by Charles Dickens.

The sentence is:
"He had ordered 'wheat-bread and chicken fixings,' in preference to 'corn-bread and common doings'."

Sounds like my kind of menu.

You know the rules.
Have fun with it!

Oh, news just in: Vanda's got a great new story which I've appended to yesterday's post. Pop back and check it out!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

500 Words XV - Story Time

D'oh!
Only one story this week, and that's from me.
I had half expected a few rollicking pirate tales (what with the wooden leg) and some good old 'aarrgh's and 'heave-ho me hearties', but twas not to be.
Hey ho, as Captain Jack probably wouldn't have said.

This week's sentence was taken from Gustave Flaubert's 'Madame Bovary.'

It was:
'They heard in the passage the sharp noise of a wooden leg on the boards.'

Here's mine:
Dive's 'Call Me Matron'

Regrettably, nary a pirate in sight. I do, however, love the words 'scrimshaw' and 'fantod'.

Next week's sentence will be up and about tomorrow morning. If anything, it's even odder than this week's.

Woah!
Stop the press!
Vanda's back in Paris for a glorious mélange of two weeks' assignments rolled in to one.

Vanda's 'Literary Aspirations'

The best deconstruction of Flaubert you're ever likely to read and a great cast of supporting characters.
Awesome!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Park Life

It's a walk in the park.
I do like that phrase as a euphemism for something that's as easy as … well … a walk in the park.

This was Monday lunchtime. Regrettably, two weeks of storms had stripped the trees of most of their prettiest leaves but the place is still so gorgeous that even a glimpse of the Parasite House cannot spoil the mood.

I promise I've not tweaked any of the colours or saturation on any of these photos; they're just as they came out of the camera.
This metasequoia glyptostroboides (I love that name) is even more extreme in full sunlight. You can check it in my old Park Life posts from a few Novembers ago. Awesome!
This year I just missed its glory, thanks to the poxy weather.
Hey ho. It's still pretty though.

Down the lake to Horse Guards, the Foreign and Commonwealth Office and the Eye.
Sweet.
Some parts of London have still got it.

Parks are for strolling.
St.James's Park (as you should all know by now) is my favourite lunchtime haunt.
Come stroll with me.

As I said earlier, the storms left us very little to look at, but plane trees make for decent eye candy at any time of the year.

Yowza!
This is what lunchtimes in November are all about.

Beech trees. Yay!
They hang on to their leaves like a miser; even more Scrooge-like than the little oak in the foreground.

And talking of leaves …
The state of my shoes when I got back to the office testifies to the fun I had kicking my way through the drifts in the park.
Mostly horse chestnut and plane, this lot.
The squirrel up near the top left was hassling passers-by for their lunch.

On a day like this only a moron would eat lunch in the office.
I popped up Regent Street to Piccadilly and grabbed teriyaki chicken, then ate it right here on a bench.

Er …
Actually she was halfway to a yoga position.
I think it's "the crab", named after how crabby you bet when you put your back out.

Inevitably …

So … Maybe the storms of November will let me get some good autumn leaves photos next year. They rather spoiled it this time around but at least a walk in the park is always a great way to spend a lunch break.

Toodle Pip!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Meanwhile, 101 Years Ago …

Click on this one to enlarge it.


I was trolling through my collection of old Punch magazines (mine go right back to 1844 … sheesh) when I saw this and it looked kinda familiar.

Then I realised why.
Please don't hit me.
It's my secretary Genevieve and her girl backing singers cum screeching harpies in my department's admin. section who sit annoyingly (very) within earshot.
I don't need my ears pierced; they did that to me long ago.

This was published in 1908.
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.