Monthly Archives: November 2012

Painting Ruby Tuesday

This is my reading group’s book of the month. It’s an easy and very enjoyable read which has some odd features including synaethesia and a spate of murders from protagonist Annie’s childhood. There is a slightly unsettling air to the book which sits uncomfortably next to the humorous episodes.

I kept reading to find out the solution to the murder puzzle. I had guessed one part of the solution but not the other. Anyway, years later when Annie is revisiting the past, it turns out that who dunnit is less important than Annie’s future.

(48th in 2012)

Stir-frying technique

I quite often get my stir-fries wrong; some ingredients end up overcooked or the whole thing ends up too oily or watery. I found some good advice in 200 Wok Recipes which I was given as a Christmas present. In general I don’t like these little bargain bumper recipe books, but this advice seems good. This is my summary:

* Cut all ingredients into small pieces that will cook quickly and evenly e.g. no big broccoli florets next to finely sliced carrots. Add tender veg such as beansprouts at the end to retain crispness.

* Do all weighing, slicing and chopping before you start cooking. Keep all ingredients to hand to be tipped into the wok at the right moment.

* Use only lean cuts of meat trimmed of excess fat and not those that need extended cooking to become tender. Use seafood that keeps its shape e.g. monkfish, prawns and avoid delicate fish like seabass.

* Get the wok smoking hot before starting to cook. It takes a while for the heat to reach the wide rim. When the oil shimmers in the pan it’s time to start cooking. (But won’t this burn minced garlic and ginger?)

* Stirfry in small batches; as soon as ingredients are added to the wok the temperature drops dramatically. Brown the meat or fish first, them remove it to add back in at the end, otherwise it will stew instead of frying.

* Keep stirring to ensure even cooking and prevent sticking and burning. Add a little liquid (usually water but could use stock or soy sauce) to finish, once ingredients have been seared and browned.

So, following from the advice above, perhaps I shouldn’t be adding noodles into the wok as this makes the total volume far too large. Perhaps I should cook them separately and layer the stir-fried stuff between the noodles when serving? Or I could fry off the noodles in a separate wok?

Sounds as if it will be useful to keep a large warmed bowl to hand to transfer cooked ingredients into.

Duty Free

This book reminds me a lot of my Indian community, or should I say certain members of it. It’s written as a Pakistani lady would speak English and I can hear her voice; it’s very well done. I’m not sure whether someone who didn’t understand both Hindi and English would fully appreciate it though. Sometimes the way the narrator mixes English words up is a bit far-fetched but the ‘Indianisms’ are so good that they make up for it e.g. ‘I’m so depress, so depress that don’t even ask.’

A pleasant read which pokes fun at society ladies, superstitions and more. It touches on the dark side of living in Pakistan but is ultimately uplifting.

(47th in 2012)

Moroccan bream

Based on Moroccan bream from Jamie’s 15 min meals this is my Moroccan bream:

I used 2 whole bream, scaled and gutted with heads and fins removed and rubbed harissa inside the fish. The outside of the fish needs to be oiled before being wrapped them in foil, then baked in the small oven for about 30 mins (until the internal temp reached 45 ish), turning halfway through the cooking time, with the dial at 150C. Then rested in the foil for 10 mins.

Roast celeriac was based on Nigel Slater roast celeriac recipe with the large oven at 175C + fan and the flavouring was ras al hanout.

Served with greek yoghurt with chopped mint stirred through it and cous cous containing fried off onions and garlic, petit pois, pea shoots, chopped up stoned olives (instead of salt) and drizzled with pomegranate molasses. One thing about couscous: it swells by about 3 times when it’s cooked, so best to stir through appropriate amounts of the other ingredients afterwards.

Vivaldi’s Four Seasons

Went to see this programme at the Town Hall. It was simply wonderful. I’d never been to the Town Hall before so didn’t know what to expect from the acoustics but in fact the sound was wonderful and the venue was all the better for its intimacy. What David Le Page can do with his violin is astounding.

A Recipe for Life by Antonio Carluccio

I just finished reading this on my Kindle. I’ve always liked the Carluccio cafes and shops. I’ve had some really good times at one of his London cafes, including a wonderful Valentine’s Day meal with Mark in February 2004 and most Christmasses I buy at least one of his pannetones.

I didn’t realise that he had led such a varied and at times tumultuous life. I’m very glad that he has ‘come out’ about his depression and all its manifestations, including self harm. The book highlights what a passionate and caring and yet fragile man he is. A very good read indeed.

(46th in 2012)

Drive by racism

Yesterday about about 3pm I crossed the road to post a couple of cards at the letterbox on Old Hawne Lane. A dirty white car (a Fiesta?) was coming towards me on Whittingham Road turned into Old Hawne Lane after I’d crossed it. While I was posting the cards, someone in the car, which at this point was behind me, literally growled ‘Get out the fuckin’ road, paki’. I heard what he said and instantaneously responded in the only way they’d understand: I showed the retreating car my middle finger. They’d only have seen it if they looked in the rearview mirror.

It was a shock. For a start, I’m not prepared for people to be shouting anything at me in the street; when I’m out and about I keep myself to myself and am not expecting others to do otherwise. Also, I had cleared the road by the time they turned into it so I didn’t get in their way. Even if I hadn’t, by the Highway Code it was my right of way.

Paki is a word full of racial hatred. I’ve heard people in the pub say it’s just a descriptive word, like Brit. Well, if think that you’re most likely white and you can’t understand what it’s like to be called a Paki because there is no white equivalent. It’s all about context of course, but the only context I’ve experienced is derogatory. It’s the only way I’m able to experience it when it’s lobbed at me because I’m not from Pakistan and, in spite of what people think, it has not been reclaimed in the way that ‘nigger’ has by some.

The reason why it’s so offensive to be called a Paki is that you are forced to realise that, to the kind of person who uses this language, and there are plenty of them around, it doesn’t matter that you were born in this country, educated in this country, have completely accepted this country’s culture, paid your taxes in this country and married into a family from this country. It doesn’t matter that your grandparents were INVITED to this country to WORK and that how they came to be here. What matters to this scum is only that you look like you’re from South Asia or the Middle East and it doesn’t really matter beyond that because apparently we’re ALL THE SAME.

Actually that has reminded me of a very funny, very clever monologue from Richard Herring’s Objective:

Moroccan braised sea bass

I unexpectedly ended up with a whole sea bass that was scaled, gutted and had the head, fins and tail removed. I decided to do it Moroccan style, after the success of the Jamie Oliver lamb shank & tomato tagine.

I marinaded the fish by rubbing the inside with ras al hanout and leaving it at room temp for half an hour. In the meantime I made the sauce to braise it in using onion, garlic, ground cumin, ground coriander and tinned tomatoes. It was very good.

Don’t Let the B******s Get You Down

I spotted this book at the library and thought I’d give it a go because I like Janet Street-Porter. The book is set out like a magazine: there is colourful print, different font sizes and there are photographs and illustrations on every spread. It reads like one of her Daily Mail rants except this is longer. So it’s not a heavy or lengthy read but it’s still quite good because she makes some valid points. I can’t say I learned much that is new but I am inspired to make some small changes in my life.

The best bit of the book is on the last couple of pages:

Milan Kundera wrote a novel entitled The Unbearable Lightness of Being. It was a reaction against Nietzsche’s theory that every event in the world will ‘eternally return’ i.e. happen again. Kundera says you’ve got one life to lead and nothing repeats itself. ‘Lightness’ means that decisions and events aren’t that important.

Lightness is also not accumulating too much stuff to worry about.
Too many possessions.
Too many handbags, cars, frocks, and potted plants.
In the end, friends are your most valued possessions. The state and bureaucracy are something to be kept in check and not allowed to dominate your precious time.

Lightness means removing these unnecessary weights from your shoulders.

(45th in 2012)