Monthly Archives: May, 2011

Bacon Pâté aka Bacon Jam’s Sister

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Despite all preconceived gender stereotypes, and despite the fact that I love weddings and the colour pink, I have to admit that I’m not the most romantic person. Take this year for Valentines Day, I wrote all of you Dear Readers a post on Valentine’s Day and how we never really did anything special for it. It was only when Mr NQN later read the story that he remarked to me.

“We do nothing huh?” smirking “Don’t you remember that I proposed to you on Valentines Day?”

My hand flew over my mouth and my eyes widened. Good god he did! And it was an utterly memorable Valentines Day indeed! Luckily he has a sense of humour about it and I think he saved that one up mentally for whenever he is caught short without a gift for Valentine’s day or an anniversary.

Then cue my next fumble. I was going to be away on our anniversary this year and not only that, I didn’t tell him the proper way. I just mentioned it in passing while we were watching television. Another strike for The Good Wife (which by the way is such a fabulous show, how great was the end of Season 2?).

bacon pate recipe

But Your Honour,  in defence of my Good Wife status, I did however make him bacon pâté for part of his anniversary gift. You see the poor dear is quite helpless when I go away and simply doesn’t eat the entire time (I don’t understand it either). It may not be the most fanciful anniversary present but I decided that I am a practical gal and the man needs to be fed or he will starve. And he grew up being given rocks from the garden for his birthday (one year his brother received a rusty clamp from under the house that was actually already his) and assorted strange things so I felt like he had had a lifetime to prepare for odd gifts.

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Hawthorn, Mosman

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I started off the sentence “Well my agent recommended this to me…” before trailing off and realising how terribly affected that sounded. Surely starting off a sentence proclaiming that you have an agent is similar just the precursor to speaking about yourself in the third person for example “Lorraine is hungry now. Please bring Lorraine something to eat chop chop!”

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But in this case it’s true (the agent recommendation, not the affectedness). You know I’m lucky enough to have people around me and readers that recommend places to me and it is true that my literary agent who lives in Mosman sent me an email one day recommending that I visit Hawthorn in no uncertain terms.

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In the olden days, in a past career, I managed a designer shoe store in Mosman just up the road from Hawthorn. We put all of the nicest, most expensive shoes in the window and none of them sold. The thing about Mosman is that it is very family focused and many people there have a mortgage and expensive cars that need paying off so once we figured this out, we put in the sale shoes in the window and they sold much better.

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So what’s my point? Well whilst the prices at Hawthorn seem very reasonable for an area such as Mosman, it also probably helps ensure its success. When we walk in towards the end of the lunch at 1:35pm the place is full with only two tables free. Only four weeks old it is full of ladies that lunch. Opened by the former general manager from Jonah’s in Whale Beach along with many of their staff (including George Francisco who is the consulting chef here) according to my agent (there I go again, sorry!) it has been busy every day for breakfast that she was walked past.

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It’s set in a building and as a former Mosman resident I am having some trouble remembering what was there. Built in 1901 it became a dental surgery in 1950 (and apparently causes some residents some distress when they visit the tiled bar-no doubt bad memories!) the owners seeing how the street was being developed intentionally had the building heritage listed to avoid the same happening to their building. The interior now is designed by owner Sean’s brother who owns Coco Republic so that it looks like a home-well perhaps not my home but the home of someone that has very good taste.

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Oysters with fire ice $4 each

We’re trying a few different things so they put together a share platter for us. The fire ice oysters are Sydney rock oysters with a granita of chilli on top. The granita melts quickly as it’s just a little dab so move fast if you want to experience the fire ice sensation, as it was the photo taking meant that it had melted by the time I got to them. The chilli was a sweet and spicy lift to the fresh Sydney rock oysters.

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Salad of sautéed prawns, green papaya, purple basil, Vietnamese mint with nahm jin and Tempura ricotta filled zucchini flowers with a basil pesto platter $30

My favourite item from this plate were the zucchini flowers, which are admittedly omnipresent across many menus but these ones are plump and stuffed with a cheesy slightly sweet filling punctuated with the light crunch of pine nuts and sweetness of currants with an earth shattering batter outside. The prawns with nam jinh are fresh and well cooked and served alongside a green papaya salad with plenty of Thai basil leaves.

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Halloumi, Semolina flash fried Hawkesbury River Calamari with Cajun remoulade and chorizo platter $30

We’re all halloumi freaks here and so a couple of halloumi dishes were ordered. The first one was the second platter where the halloumi was salty but quite thin and uneven in thickness. I like the halloumi pieces to be fatter to get that lovely squeak so I wasn’t as taken with the halloumi on this dish. The chorizo, always a crowd pleaser was generously portioned and garlicky but my favourite was the semolina crusted squid which had a gorgeous crunch and tenderness to it and was paired with a thick creamy spicy cajun mayonnaise. I’m sorry Marie Claire and Emma if I ate more than my share of this-truly!  ;)

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Fish of the Day, sautéed zucchini flowers, baby capers, wilted spinach, blood orange sauce $26

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The Bienestich Disaster

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Today Dear Readers is the tale of a disaster. No, not this past weekend’s supposed Rapture that never was but The Bienenstich cake disaster to be specific. Oh I had all sorts of mighty plans of conquering the world with this or just bringing this to someone’s birthday (who shall remain nameless because I don’t want them to ask me where their cake was). But fate decided that it was not to be.

A former boss had once commended my cool under pressure during a meeting to one of my assistants. She likened me to a swan peddling furiously under water while staying calm on the surface. Whilst this was nice, this was not my usual modus operandi. If I am in crisis I let people know! I am not the graceful swan but that clucking chicken running around.  And this is one of those instances.

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Beinenstich or bee sting cake is a German cake that I first encountered in the Barossa Valley of South Australia. Smitten with this gorgeous soft briochey type of bread filled with custard and topped with buttery sugared almonds I knew it was only a matter of time before I tried to duplicate it at home. Little did I anticipate that it would all turn to custard-literally.

The custard in the centre is a gorgeously sweet and thick concoction. In fact from looking at the ingredients, you pretty much have the same custard as the stuff that fills those amazing Portuguese custard tarts. All I had to do was whip a little butter and then whip the custard and whipped butter together and I would have the custard buttercream of my dreams. Or so I thought.

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Face To Face With Anthony Bourdain!

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Anthony Bourdain

You may have recognised the look on Sydney’s food lovers this past week. People were buzzing, eyes bright with excitement and there was much whispering of sweetly excited murmurs. The reason? Anthony Bourdain and A.A. Gill were in Sydney for the Sydney Writer’s Festival and Marco Pierre White was in Sydney too just for good measure. Between the three of them they had the food lovers of Sydney all a quiver.

During the Sydney Writer’s Festival there were three talks scheduled with Anthony or “Tony” as people call him. The first at Sydney Town Hall, called “Food Fighters” was held last Thursday night, the 19th of May and had Tony pitched against renowned food critic A.A. Gill with chef Tony Bilson as the moderator. Unfortunately, the love match wasn’t quite right and it ended up not fulfilling the promise, flitting from subject to subject without delving into anything particularly deeply. There was so much promise and potential there and at the end there were many who had the sense of a missed opportunity.

The aftermath wasn’t pretty with Bourdain calling it a “goat rodeo” and tweeting “it was like a slow motion colonoscopy” and chastising his good friend Matt Preston for not being there to moderate by saying “Where WERE you, f**k-nuts!? Left me to the tender mercies of Benny Hill!”. Bourdain went on to a Chaser event which he considered an antidote to the previous talk.

The second talk on Saturday the 21st of January, “9/11 I was there” was an obviously much more sobering discussion given the subject matter and featured Tony along with other International writers including James Gleick, Michael Cunningham, Emma Forrest and was chaired by Australian Lee Tulloch who was living in New York at the time but came home to live after the 2001 attacks.

Each writer had something interesting to say about how it affected them and Bourdain mentions that the first thing that he thought about when he heard about it (it was a lazy morning for him at home) was the chefs at the ‘Windows of the World’ restaurant that he knew. He also said that he has never written about 9/11 and never will as he doesn’t feel that he has the gravitas to do so. Given the subject matter, it was a vastly different mood, less rowdy certainly but not without controversy. When it came to the audience question time one audience member claimed that the U.S. deserved the attacks. This drew a horrified gasp and chiding from the rest of the audience.

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The third talk that same afternoon was filled to capacity and had an atmosphere of excitement to it. For starters it was packed full and many were clutching their copies of Medium Raw or Kitchen Confidential. There were catcalls and whoops from the audience and random calling out of “Tony!” to get his attention. Facilitating was Jill Dupleix and she introduced him by quoting Urban Dictionary’s definition of Anthony Bourdain:

“Anthony Bourdain is an author, chef, and television host. This is ironic because he is also Satan. He is one of the baddest motherf**kers to grace television. His books are well written, conscious, and can be quite humorous. His restraunt (sic), Les Halles, serves amazing French cuisine and is located in New York. He has/had two television shows. The first being “A Cook’s Tour” on the Food Network. The second show, “No Reservations”, being an almost exact copy, but far better and is still being aired with new seasons being filmed.

On his shows he is known for eating way to much (yet being tall and skinny), smoking excessively, and getting drunk most everywhere he goes. He can also be extremely obnoxious and arrogant when doing any of these three things.

The Satan quote brings a laugh from him and the audience. Jill then discussed with him the idea that food critics are corrupt, a quote he had given when he first arrived in Australia (her husband is SMH food critic Terry Durack) and he explained his quote saying that there are some food critics in the U.S. that demand free vacations and money in exchange for writing reviews. He cites a popular restaurant guide as an example of the corruptness. A restaurant may buy 6,000-7,000 copies of this guide depending on the review. And if a restaurant should lower their order of this book due to a bad review, the guide simply rectifies it by ensuring that they give the restaurant a better review so they will order more.

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However he also calls himself corrupted in that he is friends with so many chefs in New York that it would make it impossible for him to be a food critic. He tells us that his palate is corrupted and that he himself is sick of truffles. On another subject he says that the fear of the Chinese owning a lot of real estate and the debt of the United States is not something that concerns him and the result is that in terms of food, the food on offer will be better. When Jill mentions his friend Marco Pierre White being in Australia to promote Continental stock pot and how it “broke her heart” seeing him do that, he quickly switches to his defence saying that the public seem to expect chefs to die broken down and flat footed in front of their stoves and why shouldn’t he make money if he can.

There are the obligatory questions about the most awful things he has eaten like the warthog anus in Namibia and the fermented shark in Iceland and when quizzed about what warthog anus tastes like apparently it tastes just as what you’d expect a warthog anus to taste like. It’s an interesting 45 minutes and he charms the albeit already charmed audience and before we know it, the time is up and it is audience question time (always my favourite part).

The audience questions come thick and fast and unlike the other two talks, there are lines of people eager to question him. There is an offer to “recalibrate his palate” by inviting him to a barbecue that evening, advice sought for a last meal given the end of the world is said to be nigh. One audience member asks him an interesting question which was whether he thought that visiting and filming some of the small places changes the place for the better or often worse and that they may lose some of the charm that initially took him there. He admits that he is aware of that and that filming anything changes it. But if you talk to some of these small business owners like the Bali Suckling Pig restaurant which is now a chain of six, they may not mind it very much at all.

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After each talk there was a book signing and out of the three talks the longest line was definitely reserved for this one. Eager fans rushed to get a front spot in the line and Mr NQN and I slipped out and made out way to the room where I would be lucky enough to interview him. Unfortunately I had a sudden case of food poisoning from lunch and stabbing pains in my stomach the whole afternoon but you can believe that there was nothing short of the end of the world that was going to stand in my way!

As I had already interviewed him I wanted the questions to be different but finding a question that he hasn’t been asked before was difficult. He has been interviewed so many times and pretty much everything that you would want to ask him has already been asked or was just asked on the stage by Jill. So I took the cue from the Medium Raw talk where he mentioned that he enjoyed Quick Fires (and I thought that it would be more suited given that I knew that he was probably still jet-lagged and tired from the festival). There is video footage and that is hopefully to come (once I figure out how to edit it!) but for the interests of the many Anthony Bourdain fans out there, here is a quick fire session with the man himself where I reel off a list of words and ask for a simple word or a sentence from him on each!

Quick Fire Session With Anthony Bourdain

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Earl Canteen, Melbourne, Victoria

Reams of paper or bytes of data have been written about Melbourne’s EARL Canteen and their pork belly sandwiches- musings and speak that were heard and lusted after all the way from Sydney. Since opening in April 2010, hordes of people have flocked to EARL Canteen, conveniently situated under Movida Aqui in Little Bourke Street for their sandwich fix. The idea for EARL was formed by two waiters who came up with the idea of opening EARL  after watching chefs prepare snacks out of ingredients that were being served to restaurant diners. It was the ultimate staff meal and fancy snack.

“For the first two weeks we wondered what we had done” owner Jackie says. They were surrounded by financial district people, some of whom love their white bread sandwiches. The issue? EARL Canteen don’t do plain white bread sandwiches, they do sandwiches with fillings like organic asparagus with mushy peas, slow cooked egg, tallegio cream and hazelnuts on a baguette and 12 hour slow cooked lamb, honeyed carrots, gremolata on a baguette. A ham and cheese sandwich on plastic white bread barely belongs in the same category.

Originally a takeaway sandwich store there is limited seating because of this. At lunch, lines stretch out the door and owner Jackie takes orders in the queue. I’m visiting EARL on their first “EARL at night” Friday night where they’re doing cocktails and wine along with their sandwiches as an experiment (although I hear that they no longer open at night).

Small pork belly roll $6

The famous pork belly roll features crunchy skinned Otway pork belly with apple, cabbage and fennel coleslaw with wilted silver beet on a baguette. The pork is soft cooked and done so in an oven which cooks it long and slow so that it falls apart. There are two batons of blistered crunchy pork crackling on top to give it texture. The prized pork even sits under a spotlight to keep it warm. There is a note that the baguette is made by Dench and if diners prefer a softer roll they can have one. I personally may have preferred a softer roll as the baguette’s chewiness took away slightly from the soft gorgeousness of the pork (but given the raves everyone has for it I think I’m in the minority). The mayonnaise is made on the premises using “green eggs” which are said to be so sought after that there is a waiting list for these eggs. You put your name down for the eggs and wait for them to call you!

Duck confit with caramelized wild figs, walnuts, onion jam, radicchio, watercress and ciabatta $16

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