Moroccan style lamb and beef jerky

I had a half shoulder of lamb languishing in the freezer and wanted to do something different rather than the usual garlic and rosemary. I found a Moroccan recipe online. I adapted it slightly, mainly by using fresh ginger and garlic, both chopped in the crust:


The kitchen smelled of wonderful spices all afternoon while it was cooking. The result was superb:


We didn’t have any couscous so I served it with rice cooked with onion fried in some of the rendered fat, chick peas, paprika and lemon:


I was quite pleased with it. The rice turned out a bit greasy so should have used less fat on the onions or could have missed out the fried onion entirely. Also it would have been good to put something under the lamb to make use of that strongly flavoured fat- maybe the onion should have gone there instead?

Meanwhile, Mr W made smoked beef jerky using his new smoker:




The jerky tasted fantastic but was extremely hot! Perhaps a tad less chilli next time…

Thank You For The Days

Just finished reading this. A friend had told me it was good and so when I later saw a pristine copy in a charity shop for £1.25 I felt that there was not much to lose by trying it out. Unfortunately I took it with me into the pub with me one night to read while I had a nightcap and didn’t notice that the back cover and last six pages became soaked in beer when I left it on the bar. But, given MR’s affection for ale, I feel he would be proud if he knew.

So, the book. I could hear Mark Radcliffe’s voice as I read and that itself brought back many memories of when I was an avid listener of the Mark n Lard shows on Radio 1 (I don’t listen to his current Radio 2 show with Stuart Maconie, although I really should.) The Shireshorses, to me at the time, were the pinnacle of radio comedy. I would cry with laughter every time they unveiled one of their spoof ditties. And I have fond memories of sniggering at Bird Or Bloke and the other silly quizzes. He was covering familiar ground there. But there was new (to me) ground too, for example I hadn’t realised he loved walking so much. I enjoyed the chapter about his coast to coast walk from St Bees Head to Robin Hood Bay. I was a bit disappointed at his view on food though. In one of the earlier chapters he talks about having a horrible meal at Sharrow Bay in Ullswater, he gently berates the small portions in nouvelle cuisine and concludes ‘I’d finally learned the lesson Doris inadvertently taught me all those years ago. If you don’t want to try it, then don’t. Have what you know you will like and you will not be disappointed.’ If John Peel, one of his biggest heroes, had applied this attitude to music then where would be now, hmm?

But that’s a minor and subjective criticism really. The rest of the book is filled with great anecdotes about meeting famous pop stars or simply growing up. The funniest bit is when he talks about games at school, in particular the ‘horse’ which had to be vaulted over. That had me belly laughing. But the entire book is written with an endearing warmth and honesty, pretty much like his radio persona. It’s difficult not to like.

(1st in 2012)

Ballets

After seeing The Nutcracker at the Hippodrome and watching Black Swan I decided to watch some ballets. Yesterday afternoon, on the hitherto untouched Sky Arts channel, I watched Swan Lake. It was beautiful and incredibly romantic. I’d never seen any version of it before. This one was Anthony Dowell’s production at the Royal Opera House.

I also watched Birmingham Royal Ballet’s Cinderella on BBC’s iPlayer which I enjoyed but it lacked the drama and romance of Swan Lake. It had more humour than drama, which was enjoyable enough. I didn’t like Prokoviev’s score which seemed discordant in comparison to Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. Overall, Cinderella was entertaining but Swan Lake was breathtaking.

Stuff, excess of

I found this essay about stuff by Paul Graham last year. It struck a chord at the time because we were packing to move from a bigger home to a smaller one. We gave away a lot of stuff but still brought a fair amount of it to the new place. There is now a room full of still packed stuff because it can’t be unpacked until the loft has been insulated and prepared as a storage space. So I have to wonder, if we haven’t touched all that stuff for 13 months, do we really need it? Do I even remember what it all is?

I dislike clutter. Whether PG’s theory about parsing is right or wrong I don’t know but I do know that, in my own home at least, I’m far more relaxed in a clean, tidy room than a dirty, cluttered one. So I’ve gone paper free with as many of my bills as possible and I’ve gone digital as far as possible. I download books to and use the Kindle app to read them on the iphone. I haven’t bought any CDs for quite a while, instead preferring to use Spotify. I realise that you can’t find everything on there but I find about 90% of what I want to listen to and that’s a good enough trade off for me. For films I use Sky Movies. In the rare case that I find a film that I’ll want to watch over and over again I will consider buying the disc but it’s more likely that I’ll just watch it again on Sky.

Christmas and birthdays are the worst times for accumulating things I don’t need. Specifically for these occasions I have a wish list on Amazon but sadly Kindle editions of books aren’t available as gifts yet. (Mind you, I do like ‘real’ books. I don’t class them as useless stuff, after all, they are useful when I need to save the iphone’s battery and, unlike digital editions, I can lend them to people. Anyway some books, such as cookery books, have to have a decent physical form to be of any use.) I don’t mind if people go ‘off list’ to buy me a gift provided that it’s something they’ve thought about. I have one dear friend who likes to introduce me to new books and it’s rather lovely. But on the whole I’d rather not have presents because I have everything I need and want.

Films watched over the festive period


Harry Brown

Gritty and shocking. Michael Caine is fantastic.

The King’s Speech
Good but didn’t live up to the hype for me. Some wonderful settings though and a glorious ending.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1
I’ve enjoyed the special effects in all the Harry Potter films. This one didn’t disappoint and they go to some spectacular parts of Britain too (I’ll be looking them up later). It’s also the darkest so far.

The Town
Good story, plenty of violence, some suspense and awesome action sequences.

The last battery hen


This is a cute story providing publicity for one of my favourite charities – The British Hen Welfare Trust – but I don’t think an extra 200 square centimetres per bird, which is about the area of two beermats, makes much difference. Buying organic, or at least free range, is still the only way forward. A caged hen, even with a bit more space, is always prevented from carrying out her full set of natural behaviours.

The Wrestler and Black Swan

I watched The Wrestler earlier this year. That got me interested in seeing Black Swan, which I finally watched last night. These two are the best films I’ve watched this year. Both were directed by Darren Aronovsky, who claims that they are companion pieces. In spite of being set in completely different worlds, the films do have a huge amount in common. Both main characters suffer for their art to the point of self destruction. They have problems in their relationships. There is no happy ending. But The Wrestler is heart wrenching where Black Swan is disturbing. Both are full of cliches but it doesn’t prevent them from being utterly compelling.

Foodie christmas presents and gravy

We had our Christmas Day early as we’ll be working on the actual day. Here are some of my presents:



I used the mezzaluna and board to chop up sage to add to the gravy I made to go with our sausage and mash tonight. The gravy turned out very well. I sliced 2 shallots and fried them very slowly in olive oil. Towards the end I added 2 chopped cloves of garlic and continued the slow frying. When the garlic had just browned I drained off excess oil and added some plain flour, probably 3 heaped teaspoons in total. (Delia says not to use corn flour to thicken gravy as the gravy ends up with the wrong texture and I must say I agree.) Once the flour was fried, little by little I added a 500ml bag of Waitrose beef stock and boiled it all gently until the gravy was reduced by about half. There was no need to add salt. The result was a meaty, garlicky (but not too greasy or gelatinous) rich gravy.