Suddenly it’s the day of my big gastronomic challenge: Alastair, Andrew, Faizal and Graeme are coming to dinner on the last day of 2014. Being a sleek, efficient, goal-directed, well-oiled (extra virgin, of course) engine of culinary excellence, I make my way to Sainsbury’s before the sun is up, while the larks are still wanting to snatch a few more minutes’ kip before getting under the shower. Almost before it is light, I am back home on my bicycle, which was so laden with good things as to make it rather wobbly.
Such is the extent of things that I have to do, that I start with some displacement activity in order to keep panic at bay. I have fun making a table display with fruit so that I can confer a decadent Roman banquet vibe on the proceedings. I’m not really sure the ancient Romans went in for vibe, although they certainly knew how to party. However, this doesn’t sop me artily assembling a cornucopia of pineapple and grapes, clementines and Physalis – Graeme tells us later on that he had to suggest to a colleague that it was better if he didn’t pronounce it to rhyme with syphilis – mangoes, passion fruit and lychees. Not all of these were available in Classical times, but what the hell? It’s surprisingly easy, as I have just the right kind of cake stand, to produce something that actually looks quite impressive. Later on it gets turned into a rather good fruit salad.
Spiced Tropical Fruit Salad
This is remarkably good.
115 g caster sugar
1 scotch bonnet chilli/ some chilli flakes
5 black peppercorns
2 star anise
1 lemon
a few drops of angostura bitters
I teaspoon vanilla extract
one Pineapple skinned and cut into chunks
8 lychees peeled and stoned
2 bananas peeled and sliced (better without IMHO)
1 ripe mango, peeled, stoned and cut into chunks
8 physalis
1 grenadilla (I’ve never bothered with this)
pomegranate seeds (not in original but add welcome colour)
Place sugar, chilli, peppercorns and star anise in a small saucepan. Remove peel from lemon and add with 300ml of water. Place over medium heat and stir occasionally until sugar has dissolved. Simmer gently for ten minutes.
Remove from heat, and add juice of the lemon, angostura bitters, and vanilla. Leave to cool and then strain to remove spices. The longer they stay in the syrup, the spicier it will get.
Place chopped fruit in a bowl, pour over syrup, chill and serve.
I realise that I need to get to grips with my biggest challenge first: the Christmas Great British Bake-off triple-decker pomegranate and passion fruit Pavlova. This requires major maths, as I’m doing a version with 8 eggs instead of 10 that is slightly smaller in size, so that I can use my cake tins to draw circles on the greaseproof paper so that the three layers of meringue are all the right size.
Pomegranate and Passionfruit Pavlova
Serves 6-8
8 egg whites
400 g caster sugar
4 passionfruit scooped out, very gently warmed and sieved to remove the seeds
2 tablespoons of sugar.
600 ml double cream
2 tablespoons of cointreau
3 tablespoons of orange curd
3 tablespoons of lemon curd
zest of 2 limes
Some crushed peeled pistachios
The seeds of 2 pomegranates
runny honey or pomegranate molasses
Heat oven to 110C.
Line three baking sheets with greaseproof paper without using any oil.
Draw 3 circles on the paper . I use the cake tins that Tony gave me which are 22cm, 20 cm and 16.5 cm
Whisk the egg whites in a large bowl until they form stiff peaks. Add sugar gradually and keep whisking until mixture is thick and glossy.
Spoon half the mixture over the largest circle, and divide the rest between the smaller two, putting more in the larger circle. Use the back of a spoon to spread to the edge of the circle and to make swirls. Transfer to oven and cook for 5 hours. Turn off heat and leave to cool completely.
Stir passion fruit juice into the cream with the sugar. The cream will thicken without being whipped. Stir in the cointreau and the curds to make a cream.
Place largest meringue on a plate. Spoon over a third of the cream. Scatter with pomegranate seeds, lime and pistachios. Top with second meringue and repeat and again with third meringue. Finish with more seeds zest and pistachios and drizzle with honey or pomegranate molasses.
The recipe claims that you shouldn’t grease the baking paper. I do what I usually do when making a Pavlova, and brush a little oil onto the baking tray beneath the paper, which has a slightly strange – but not disastrous – effect on the meringue base, making it extra soft and sticky and hard to peel away from the paper: an effect exacerbated by only using a single sheet of paper instead of the two stipulated in the recipe book that I grew up with. I can only guess that the oil, even though the paper stops it from touching the meringue, gets rather hot, which has implications for the meringue. Next time I’m going to follow instructions and try without altogether, as modern baking paper is already pretty non-stick, although this term is relative, as it’s still a bit of a faff peeling the paper off. It takes a few hours to do, but, once the meringue layers are done, that is almost it, bar the final assembly, apart from mixing the filling, getting the pomegranate seeds out the fruit, and sieving the passion fruit.
I realise, to my annoyance, that my pistachios are now well past their best their best, and that I shall have to make do with lime peel to provide a green colour contrast (as in the original recipe) rather than the more OTT shards of green nut that I had been fantasising about using. As so often in the kitchen, if you’ve got it, use it, or will pass its sell-by date and have to be thrown away. This is always rather distressing. It’s not so much for reasons of economy: more sadness at food ending up being thrown away instead of being savoured as it was meant to be, rather like the flower in Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, that had the futile experience of being ‘born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air’.
This is perhaps rather sentimental of me. A more hard-headed person would point out just how much food gets thrown away unearned in British kitchens – it’s apparently several million pounds per week. It’s awful when you think about the number of people who are having to use food banks, and are desperately in need of this wasted food. You also wonder whether the supermarkets would have any profits left if everyone only bought the food they actually ate. And is this waste the result of improvidence and poor planning, or exhaustion and overwork? Is it about being the eye being greedier than the stomach? Or perhaps it’s about a reluctance to use the freezer for leftovers, or possibly a credulous belief in sell by dates?
The intention is to start the evening with Savoury Stars, along with a few Devils on Horseback and olives, and champagne cocktails to drink.
Savoury Stars
Delicious with pre lunch drinks. A huge thanks to my wonderful former boss Margaret Jeffery for divulging this recipe
3oz plain white flour
3oz grated Parmesan cheese (I used mature Cheddar)
3 oz. butter
½ level tsp. salt (too much – a pinch would do)
½ level tsp. cayenne pepper
1oz sun-dried tomatoes
1oz pistachio nuts
1 oz. pitted black olives
1 egg (I don’t usually bother with this)
1 level tsp. poppy seeds, caraway seeds or sesame seeds (I don’t bother with these either…!)
- In a food processor, blend the flour, cheese, butter, salt and cayenne pepper until the pastry forms a soft ball. Knead lightly, wrap in clingfilm and chill for about 10 minutes.
- Meanwhile, chop the tomatoes, nuts and olives finely.
- Roll out the pastry on a floured work surface until it is about 5mm (¼ “) thick, Brush with beaten egg, and then sprinkle on an even layer of nuts, tomatoes and olives. Fold the pastry to enclose the filling completely.
- Roll out pastry to 1 cm (½”) thickness. Use cutters (they suggest Christmas tree, star and moon shapes…!) to stamp out shapes and then place on a baking sheet. Brush lightly with beaten egg and sprinkle with seed. Chill for 20 minutes.
- Bake at 180ºC (350ºF) Mark 4 for 15-20 minutes or until well browned. Leave on baking sheet for 5 minutes before removing to a cooling rack. (Can be frozen!)
The stars are not the easiest thing I’ve cooked, rather in the way of the spiced ginger Christmas biscuits, as the olives and sun-dried tomatoes are damp, which makes the pastry sticky and tricky to roll, but, unlike the ginger biscuit dough, this one does eventually get the idea – regular dusting the rolling-pin in flour helps – and soon I have some nice looking stars, and it starts to feel like things are going in the right direction.
Then I make the Sweet Potato Soup.
sweet potato soup (probably misremembered from Nigel Slater)
Place peeled and chopped sweet potatoes (with a couple of peeled and quartered onions if you have them) on a sheet of foil
Pour some olive oil over, followed by chilli flakes, black pepper and dried herbs.
Wrap them tightly in the foil and roast in the oven at a high heat – this will probably take an hour.
Tip into a saucepan. Add a tin of coconut milk and the juice and zest of at least one lime and some stock or water
Simmer until the sweet potato is tender. Liquidise or mash
Garnish with chopped coriander if you have it (I didn’t)
Alas, I overdo the chilli – it is all too easy to scatter the flakes with gay abandon – and have to try and calm it down with extra lime juice and creamed coconut. It’s all much easier with one of those stick blenders.
Then it’s time for the tricky stuff in the form of Salmon en croute, which is completely new territory.
Salmon en croute with currants/cranberries and ginger
Serves 6
2 x 550g pieces of skinned salmon
100g softened unsalted butter
4 pieces of stem ginger, well drained and finely chopped
25 g of currants or dried cranberries (the latter briefly soaked in boiling water and then drained)
1/2 teaspoon ground mace
750g chillled bought puff pastry
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
Season salmon on both sides with salt and pepper.
Mix the softened butter with the stem ginger, currants/cranberries, mace and some black pepper.
Spread the inner face of one salmon fillet with the butter and place the other fillet on top.
Cut the pastry in half and on a lightly floured surface, use one half to roll out a rectangle about 4 cm bigger all round than the salmon. Roll the other half to about 5 cm bigger all round.
Lay the smaller rectangle on a well floured baking sheet. Put the salmon fillets in the middle. Brush a wide layer of beaten egg all the way around outside the salmon.
Lay the second pastry rectangle above the salmon, taking care not to stretch it. Press the pastry tightly around the outside of the salmon, trying to ensure that you haven’t trapped too much air in. Press the edges well together.
Trim the edges to leave a 2.5 cm band all the way round. Brush with beaten egg. Mark the edge with a fork and decorate the top with a fish scale effect by pressing an upturned teaspoon gently into the pastry working in rows down the length of the fish.
Chill for at least 30 mins in the fridge.
Preheat oven to 200c and put in a large baking sheet.
Remove salmon from fridge and brush with egg all over.
Take hot baking sheet from oven and place salmon onto the hot sheet. Return to oven for 35-40 mins.
Remove from oven and rest for 5 mins and then cut and serve.
All goes well to start with, and it looks so good that I take an adoring photo of my handiwork. This means that I am distracted at the critical moment and forget to put the second salmon fillet on top of the cranberry butter, which is what I am meant to do before putting the top layer of pastry on. A a result, what I produce looks gorgeous but it only has half the salmon in it, and the cranberry and ginger butter is right at the top where it will seep into the pastry rather than flavouring the salmon.
I consider my options, and realise that I only have one: I have to take the top layer of pastry off – which by now has cranberry and ginger butter all over it – scrape the butter off the pastry and reapply it to the salmon, put the second layer of salmon on top of the butter where it belongs, re-knead and re-chill the pastry, and then roll it out and try and stretch it so that it covers both fillets, which is difficult when it is sticky with the bits of the butter, ginger and cranberry that I failed to scrape off. A tougher man than I am would have got on his bike and bought some more pastry, but I really can’t face that! It feels like adding extravagance to Improvidence somehow. And there isn’t really time.
The moral is never admire your food until your guests have done so at the table. I shall never post food porn on Facebook again.
Nigella’s Dauphinois potatoes – possibly the most sublime combination of fat and carbs in the known universe – do, however, go completely to plan. They are deadly to the waistline, but so delicious that they can be eaten on their own with nothing else.
Dauphinois Potatoes
Nigella is probably more correct to call this creamy potato gratin. Whatever, it is the most wonderful combination of fat and carbohydrate known to humanity. I can quite happily eat this on its own.
2kg floury potatoes (Edwards, Maris piper)
500f ml full fat milk
500 ml double cream
I onion, peeled, halved and sliced
1 tablespoon of salt
50g unsalted butter
Preheat oven to 240C.
Peel potatoes and slice into approximately 1cm slices and put into a large heavy saucepan with the milk, cream, onion and salt.
Bring to boil and simmer til verging on tender – around 45 mins to an hour.
Grease a large roasting tin with butter. Pour in the potato and milk mixture. Dot with butter and cook in oven for 15 mins. Rest for 10-20 mins
My guests most considerately all turn up more or less together, despite their differing routes (by car, train and on foot) and on time but after giving me a bit of wriggle room. I have such well-mannered friends.
Things get off to a fizzing start with the Champagne cocktails, which feature sugar lumps soaked in orange angostura, clementine peel and Armagnac. Alastair gets us all to wear ear rings from his vintage collection. Now that he has played Mephistopheles – and knows just how to bend all to his will when he is feeling like tempting people to mischief – he is completely lethal. Fortunately he is too indecisive to do this very often. The earrings certainly add both decadent and hilarious notes to the proceedings, like a transgressive version of the party hat.
There is general approval of Kristin Scott Thomas’s damehood in the New Year’s Honours List, and a few unkind laughs about the one for Joan Collins. I am cruel enough to suggest that she got it for her charitable work rather than her acting, but in no time we are reminiscing nostalgically about her wonderful Alexis in Dynasty and the way she pushed that noxious, bland, all-American Barbie Doll Krystal into the swimming pool.
The soup – especially once it’s been through a sieve, which makes it gloriously smooth – goes down quite well, although it is still a bit on the spicy side. Not overdoing the chilli flakes is a useful lesson to have learnt. It’s just a bit of a shame that my guests have had to learn it with me. Chilli is the one spice in my experience that needs to be used with circumspection rather than exuberance.
I start to worry that the food is all a bit too elaborate, but soon I am having far too good a time laughing to be too bothered about it. Nigella’s upmarket mushy peas – prepared in good time – get forgotten and my guests have to do without them.
Nigella’s Upmarket Mushy Peas
800g frozen petit pois
100g butter
4 tablespoons of crème fraiche or double cream
some freshly grated parmesan
Salt some boiling water and cook the peas until well done.
Drain, tip into food processor. Add butter and process. Add crème fraiche and process. Add parmesan and process. They can be reheated as wanted.
Also good on crostini
However, they get used later for a soufflé one day and an omelette with sun-dried tomatoes and goat’s cheese another. As a mixture, it’s damn good, especially on crostini.
It’s not that the salmon is short of other accompaniments: roast tomatoes add colour, although I realise that cherry tomatoes are much, much taster than the more convenient larger ones; and the baked carrots and parsnip, despite being beautifully garnished with maple syrup and sesame seeds, are, unfortunately, somewhat undercooked – or, rather, some of the pieces were a bit too large when they went in the oven, which is a bit of a shame. But there you go.
I had followed my sister’s instructions to the letter about chilling the salmon en croute in the fridge and then placing it on a preheated baking sheet before cooking it in the oven, but it still ends up with a slightly soggy bottom. I wonder if it is because my oven was so full of stuff that it needed to be on a higher temperature than the recipe said. I also wonder if it is retribution for my photographic narcissism earlier on. Or is this kind of thinking just the result of a personal delusion that everything that happens in the universe must be all about me? There may also be an element of me not enjoying the salmon so much because I’ve cooked all day. Certainly, the piece left over afterwards – which I reheat and eat the day after for a gloriously maintenance free lunch – is much more enjoyable. I never believed my sister when she complained of this particular syndrome, but I now wonder if she is onto something.
We have a pause before starting on the cheese that Andrew has brought. We eat it in the French style before pudding. That that, Farage. After that, we have the Pavlova, which elicits the appropriate gasps of astonishment, but proves rather difficult to serve. It’s enjoyable, but astonishing how intense the taste of pomegranate molasses can be. We follow this with Kate’s delicious dessert wine and nibble at the fruit and some chocolates, although no-one really has any room left.
Then we realise it’s nearly midnight and temporarily vacate the dining room to watch the fireworks on television and hear the chimes of Big Ben – not a reference to the lovely Mr Cohen – from comfort of home. Half the pleasure of watching all of this is the feeling of being warm and comfortable and not having had to queue in the cold and wet.
Then it is time for the changing of the Ben Cohen calendar from 2014 to 2015. We also have a detailed completion to see which is the most alluring photo from my collection, which now comprises a good 7 calendars. Interestingly last year’s winner comes second this year. The winner is something with the legs open in some very tight red shorts that Faizal manages to locate on google, but which is unfortunately not in my collection.
A wonderfully jolly evening that sees the end of 2014 in very painless fashion, even if it takes a couple of days to recover and wash up. This is hardly a problem as it provides a marvellous excuse to be lazy and gorge on left overs and true blood series 4 for the next couple of days . Happy 2015!