Monthly Archives: July, 2009

Mandarin Curd – The Best Thing about Winter

I’m not too fond of the fruit in season during Winter. Give me tropical fruit and the luscious range available during Summer any day. The only exceptions to this Anti-Winter fruit rule are the Quince, Pear and Mandarin. In fact I prefer mandarins vastly to orange as they have a more floral perfumey scent than the regular orange and are often sweeter (I used to call them “Magic Oranges”).

Because they are in season, they can be found phenomenally cheaply nowadays for less than $1 a kilo (did anyone else see the TV ads for Mandarins at 49c a kilo at Aldi?). So I did what any seasonal buyer does and bought up big shoving lots in my husband’s bag for lunch. I still had plenty leftover and when my jars of jam ran out I thought what better a way to use up the Mandarins than with a Mandarin Curd or Butter. Perhaps I will do a jam too.

As it was slightly liquidey I served this on top of yogurt and in little sweet tart cases and anywhere where a fragrant burst of flavour would be needed and it was a hit. Mr NQN asked enrapturedly “What IS this?” not being able to put his finger on this unusual curd. It’s quite sweet indeed and usually curds or butters use a tangier or more sour fruit like lemon or passionfruit. However sweet it is, it’s not as sweet as a jam and is a creamy, delicious happy medium.

So tell me Dear Reader, which is your favourite fruit?

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Emmilou Lounge & Tapas Bar, Surry Hills

It’s a cold, cold Winter’s night the evening we head across the bridge for Emmilou, a Tapas style restaurant in Surry Hills. It seems that no matter how many layers I wear (four), the wind penetrates to my core and when we see something floating down softly from the sky my husband and I say to each other in unison “It’s probably snow”.

When we reach the warmly lit Emmilou on Bourke Street, we rush straight past the covered outdoor section into the warm centre of the restaurant. Doors are closed to keep us warm and Chris and Joel from Emmilou are welcoming hosts. Chris Cranswick -Smith, the owner and head Chef had emailed me earlier extending an invitation to dine at Emmilou and having walked past this place only a few weeks ago I happily accepted. The difference between Chris and other Head Chefs? He spends a lot of the time on the floor getting to know the customers and seeing their reactions to meals.

Chris Cranswick-Smith

I have a quick browse of the cocktail menu and a couple of things catch my eye there including “Hot Buttered Rum” and “Vote for Pedro” which has Pedro Ximinez Sherry, Dark Cacao, Grand Marnier warmed & served with Turkish Coffee Ice Cream. I figure I’ll go for those at the end. For now though I leave myself in the hands of Chris, who you may have caught on Ready Steady Cook which plays on Channel 10 at 2pm on weekdays. He has just finished filming 29 episodes so no doubt he’ll be on again. He asks if I have any allergies or dislikes and I tell him that apart from kidneys and tripe, I am fine.

Before you leave, will you sleep with me? Somehow in French it doesn’t seem so sleazy…

The walls inside are scrawled with French sayings cataloging the propositions from one staff member to the other. One such phrase translates to “Before you leave, will you sleep with me?”. On one wall plays a black and white movie and above us, music plays although it’s still easy to talk. Diners sit in Philippe Starck Ghost chairs and I take this opportunity to convince my husband that we need some in our new place. They bring out a large bottle of Cabreiroa Spanish mineral water.

Amuse Bouche: Cauliflower beignet

We start with the amuse bouche, a delicate cauliflower beignet with mushroom foam. It’s a delicious start to the meal with the cauliflower aroma strong and the bite sized beignet is nice and crisp. Accompanying this is a soft, spongey house made raisin bread with a spicy tomato chutney – and it’s spicy with a nice kick. “I like chili” confesses Cranswick Smith says. His dishes are mostly Spanish, with many from the Basque region as well as having French influences as he has lived and worked in all areas.

Sliced Queso Manchego, Cherry Syrup and Croutons$18

The Pinchos y Picas part of the menu is the Basque section and from this we start with slices of Queso Manchego cheese with a sweet cherry syrup and crispy croutons. There’s also a streak of garlic alioli (similar to aioli) which provides a savoury contrast to the sweet cherry syrup.

Gilda: White Anchovy, Olive & Pickled Pepper (pic above) with Cured Wild Boar (pic below) and ‘Alioli’

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Poodle Cookies!

I have something of an obsession with iced biscuits. Kind of like I have a mild obsession with hats, nail polish and cupcakes. I’ve never denied having an obsessive personality and I like to convince myself that one of my obsessive manifestations, hand washing, has somehow helped me stave off a bout of the Swine Flu so it’s perfectly fine to have an obsession or 3. Anyway back to obsession #26: iced cookies. I was afraid of Royal Icing for the longest time ever. It just sounded so… Royal and people used to say “Oooh” as if they were in fear of it made me somewhat fearful. Until I tried making it and realised how easy and fantastic it was an icing to decorate it.

I first saw the idea for these cookies in New Zealand. I went shopping in Christchurch and picked up these adorable poodle cookies always thinking that I wanted to recreate them at home. I searched everywhere for a poodle cutter and friends can attest to my fruitless search for them. Finally I did what I should have done in the first place and googled it I got a hold of the poodle cutter online and I was set.

I used the recipe from the Daring Bakers cookies as it wasn’t too sweet a recipe as the royal icing itself is very sweet. I made these in homage to The Second Wife’s poodle Dash who just happens to be the cutest poodle I’ve ever met in my life. He is a little ball of curly black fur and twinkling black eyes and I love him to pieces. So Dash here are some fancy pink girlfriends for you.

So tell me Dear Reader, do you have an obsessive personality? If so, what is your obsession?

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Romance, Kingsford

“Help! I’ve been held hostage by the Russians…” Naomi texts her friend late at night on a Saturday night. No, we haven’t gotten ourselves embroiled in a cross cultural post-Glasnost imbroglio. We’re dining at Romance, a Russian restaurant on a quiet corner in Kingsford. But more on our hostage taking later. Allow me to rewind to 7.30pm that night when The Second Wife, Gravy Beard, Naomi, Mr NQN and I entered Romance. Open just two nights a week it’s said to be totally and utterly Russian and a great experience to boot – if you understand that your main will hit your table at about 10.30pm and they do things their way. As I step in I am suddenly transported back to my teenage years with my Russian best friend. She and her family would take me out to Russian dinners at places just like this. The Second Wife tells me “Our booking tonight is for 7.30pm because that’s the earliest sitting” and by now the restaurant is in full swing.

The sight that greeted us as we walked in

Just like I remember, there are cold plates of colourful food set on the table. It looks like a bountifully dressed Christmas table and our eyes widen with excitement. And did I mention that these are just the cold entrees? There are hot entrees to come as well as a main as well as drinks and shots of vodka and all of this for $65 a person (and it’s assumed that you will have the set menu unless you specify so when booking). If you order a la carte, entrees are on average $14.90 and mains $24.90 and $29.90. Jugs of drink are a steal at $5, shots of vodka with a thin slice of lemon $10 and complimentary jugs of raspberry cordial are replenished throughout the night by the young waiters in civilian clothing.

Gravy Beard points out Jack White also tends the bar and waiters here

Salmon and blini platter $19.90

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Chocolate Marshmallow Biscuits with Gold Leaf – Daring Bakers July 2009

“You’ve got chocolate boobs” my friends says matter of factly. I look down, puzzled at her comment. No, they seem perfectly normal. “No look, you made some here” she says pointing at what I believe to be heart shaped biscuits. I follow her accusing French Polished finger and see that despite my best efforts to produce some elegant little heart shaped biscuits dotted with 23 karat Gold Leaf, I see that I have in fact made some chocolate boobs.

Chocolate Boobs

Thus begins my story with this month’s Daring Baker’s challenge. The July Daring Bakers’ challenge was hosted by Nicole at Sweet Tooth. She chose Chocolate Covered Marshmallow Cookies and Milan Cookies from pastry chef Gale Gand of the Food Network. Due to time constraints and the fact that I am co-hosting August’s Daring Bakers challenge I just made the Chocolate Mallow Biscuits. Truth be told, I’m not a huge fan of Chocolate Mallow Biscuits. They’re just not to my taste and texture but I knew that everyone else around me would love them so being the people pleaser that I am, I got to work. Frantically in between huge gaps and pauses. There are three parts to this recipe and each requires some hours waiting in between.

The recipe was very straightforward and easy if you have the time to wait. I wanted to make them a bit more elegant so I bought some edible 23 karat gold leaf as I had seen truffles decorated similarly and always thought that they looked lovely. If you’ve ever worked with gold leaf before you’ll know how flyaway and paper thin the sheets are, how fiddly they are to work with and how much it likes to stick to your skin. I got my trusty Tweezermans out and prised little pieces off and dotted the top. I like to think that they look elegant. But then again I have friends that think they look like boobs. “You could drape some more Gold Leaf and make a Gold bikini top for them!” my friend says chuckling and I have to admit I considered the idea…

I also made larger round ones but when I put them next to each other, I think you can guess what my friend said.

So tell me Dear Reader, have you ever thought that you were ever totally misinterpreted?

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