At my final supper, if life only gave me two options, I would choose cheese over chocolate. Even within the dessert realm there are more savoury options like my old faithful, sea-salt caramel or cheesecake. I once made beer flavour ice-cream with pumpkin seed brittle which was a treat. As was the gorgonzola ice-cream I was once served with a poached pear, nuts and honey.
My most recent trip to Unframed Ice-Cream revealed yet another flavour that I probably would not have attempted, mostly because it has a cultural familiarity. Turmeric is the “new” wonder ingredient that anyone with Asian heritage would’ve grown up with. It’s a root (part of the ginger family) that is dried and turned into a staining yellow powder with health benefits galore. Used as an antiseptic, an anti-inflammatory and a dye for feasting cuticles and white shirts, Turmeric is the not-so new kid on the block.
Turmeric goes by many names:
French: Souchet des Indes
And and and…
In my experience, Turmeric is used in the marriage preparation process. It is mixed with water and turned into a paste to cover the bride and groom the night before the wedding to cleanse them for what is to come.
This was vegan Turmeric latte ice-cream had that thick, slightly grainy texture of that very paste. It brought back memories of cold flower petals, the smell of the sandal wood chest my mother keeps her saree’s in, rangoli and sorgi, severed in the same plate that the dhal and biriyani had been eaten in. It took me back to watching my grandmother and mother get dressed for a wedding and putting on every piece of jewellery that appeared out of drawers I would never find. Maybe turmeric has more healing qualities than wiki says…
I feel as though I’ve started to play with food again. I recently upgraded my kitchen so the novelty of cooking has been revived. Will share the DIY in a separate post. You too will be amazed at how a little can go a long way. But I digress…I recently spent some time the Spice Route Estate. The property is home to CBC Brewery, a pizzeria, their restaurant Barley and Biltong, Brenda’s Preserves where I made my very own spice (himalayan pink salt, dried garlic, garlic flowers and pink peppercorns), Bertus Basson’s restaurant, The Barn’s Artist Gallery and glass blowing studio, DV Chocolatier and of course, the Wilderer Distillery.
The Wilderer (Vill-de-rer) Distillery is a family run operation. The current distiller is still being trained by Helmut Wilderer. Apparently Helmut employs a sensorial approach to distillation, so instead of focussing on technicalities, he encourages using qualitative means. While both men sit together in the tiny room that houses the copper pot stills, only one of them is holding a broom handle which is uses to administer a quick smack to the wrists for non-performance. Once you taste the clean, flavourful gin/grappa/infused white spirits, you too will be ok with overlooking the menial clout.
There was a bottle of Fynbos grappa lurking in my kitchen. The herbaceous aroma is quite heady with aniseed being the front-most flavour. I used it to deglaze my pan of coconut oil, butter, garlic, chilli and thyme – pasta sauce of the future. Once the thick coat of alcohol lifted (after all, it’s a white spirit), what was left was a light, liquorice sauce to bathe my linguini and fresh courgettes in. I also threw in a few slices of beef rump from the previous night. Was a pretty bang on dinner for 1.
I’m not sure about you, but I was one of those girls who ran around life using the wrong colour foundation. I didn’t know anything about makeup and waltzed into a pharmacy with a 12 year old girlfriend and we bought whatever we thought looked right. And it didn’t. And few people told me. I look back on those images and my ghostly and or overly tanned face with cringes that I’ve become more attuned at hiding.
In my defence, my mum only ever wore lipstick – that’s it. At some stage she bought a chubby cheek pencil and used it as lipstick because she didn’t know any better. My mum also only ever owned one pair of high heels that she never wore. She’s still a hippie, with pieces of leather, jangly things and beaded what-what’s so makeup was entirely new territory to me when my skin standard to get splotchy. Preamble done.
On the day of the L’Ormorins Queens Plate this year I walked passed the MUD Designer at the Cape Quarter. I’d never seen the store before but it had everything (including a directors chair and stage makeup lighting *squeal*). I had my makeup done for the day there and was really happy with the products and the wearability for a day at the races. Further than that, they understood my makeup ethos – less is more. That’s rare because most suppliers want to showcase their product even when it looks ridiculous. I have been the show monkey (no, not pony) a few times.
MUD is made in the USA and the product is extremely comfortable to wear and apply even for makeup simpletons like me. And as Adam&Eve’s designer, Faatimah and I discovered, they have a vast array of colour matches for us mid-tone Indian women – this almost never happens.
I left the store with just 4 products that I use daily for a natural glow – 100% my vibe. A lipstick in Havana, a pot of their incredible highlighter (a MUST for that I-woke-up-like-this look), a cream foundation compact and this exquisite blush in pumpkin. I now leave the house with a mere 5 products on my face (including mascara), which fits in with my chosen aesthetic – effortless – but also my post-tom-boy get-up-n-go.
If ever given the choice, I will always choose bread over cake. Warm, crisp-crusted and chewy with a slick of butter.
This morning worked out almost too perfectly. I weighed the ingredients out last night and tossed them all into my stand-up mixer with the dough hook attachment when I woke up. 15 minutes of kneading and then I left for my morning run. I cling-filmed the bowl and allowed the dough to raise. An hour later I got back and put the mixture into a greased cake tin and baked it while I readied myself for my day. As I flicked the last lash of mascara, my timer rang to end the 35minute baking time and tada – fresh bread.
I relished the fresh bake with butter and mature white cheddar (followed by yogurt and fruit because we aren’t animals). Because the bread was preceded by an almost-10KM run, I had zero reason to feel guilty. Two things about this subject – people who eat breakfast are more likely to maintain a healthy bodyweight throughout their lives. And 2) eat your carbs earlier on in the day. I’m not sure if a bowl of biriyani or pasta for breakfast quite makes the grade but the earlier the better.
“Eat breakfast like a king, and eat dinner like a pauper”
Use the bread:water ratio of 5:3. Weigh the ingredients
250g flour (I used half white and half brown bread flour)
150-200ml tepid water
7g dry yeast
1,5 T salt (I used the grey, natural salt I bought in Milan. It makes the loaf feel special)
1 tsp jaggery
½ T butter
Before baking at 220C for 35minutes, glaze with milk, sprinkle with sunflower seeds and some Maldon salt flakes.
The first time I had ever made pasta was as a contestant on MasterChef SA. We had one day off a week and this happened to be one of the first Sundays that we got to do as we pleased. Being the garden variety food nerds that we were, we were all gathered in the kitchen testing the new gadgets out.
One of the dishes that helped me win the title was a hand cut fettuccine with West Coast Lobster (as of December 2016 The West Coast Lobster is on the SASSI red list – DO NOT EAT IT) in a tomato-based, lemongrass, chilli and sour cream sauce – the second time I had ever made pasta. And with self raising flour which was my only option! (For those of you who need an explanation, self-rising flour has baking powder in it which is a raising agent – not suitable for pasta making).
Since then I’ve made pasta with varying levels of success. The method that I would dare to call almost foolproof is by weighing, not measuring, the ingredients.
Use 1 egg per portion of pasta you wish to make. Use large eggs that are at room temperature. Each egg weighs about 50g. Multiply that by 1.5 to calculate the amount of flour you need to add. I used Millstone’s white bread flour. Then mix together and knead until the dough is springy. What I mean by that is – knead the dough until the gluten has been activated so that when you push a finger into the dough, it should spring back into shape.
Sometimes there isn’t enough time or effort for a pasta sauce so instead I roasted some rosa tomatoes with whole cloves of garlic, thyme and red chillies to be smooshed later and tossed through the warm pasta. Some pan-friends courgettes and a bit of goats milk Chevin and you’re ready for a light pasta lunch.
I’ve been wanting to re-vive my blog for a while and with Chinese New Year, today feels right – I’m ready to usher in the abundance, luck and prosperity held within a mandarin.
Would a tangerine/mandarin/satsuma/naartjie smell as sweet? These palm-sized orbs, all with soft peeling skin and sweet, tart flesh seem like very similar creatures…because they are. All circus fruits are derived from three chief specimens – the mandarin, pomelo and citron. These ClemenGold’s are called nardorcotts. Yes, I did say nardorcott. It’s a specific sub-specimen of a mandarin with an unfortunate name but their seedless nature and spritely colour make up for the name.
Because it isn’t mandarin season, I received a bottle of preserve with some almond and mandarin biscotti. I included a sprinkling of Gruberg cheese for good measure. It’s the South African answer to Gruyere and has a similar sweet, nutty flavour. Cheese is not very Asian, but the savoury cheese works particularly well with the light, zesty preserved mandarins.
2017 is the year of the rooster combined with the element fire. It’s said to be a rare combination and one with great expectations. According to foreverconscious.com “The Rooster is often the leader and commands the respect of all the hens, making 2017 a perfect year to step up and take responsibility for the direction of your life.”