Book Ends
My book comes out next month. Remember that book I worked like a lunatic on last year? Yeah that one…
May 23
Jul 4
One of the reasons I’ve put so much weight on in the past nine months – I’ve put on at least 5 kilos or 12 pounds – is because I’m forever baking. And then eating the whole lot.
When I lived in New York, I never baked. No one ever came over, so there was no need. I saw loads of my friends, but we always met in cafes or restaurants. I kept the cupboards completely bare because I ate out almost every night and didn’t want to over-eat every day. So there was never anything to snack on.
Here, you have to have things in the cupboard, otherwise someone pops in unannounced and you have nothing to feed them, and because you’re 15 minutes’ drive from a shop you have no back-up and you look like a complete and utter domestic failure. So you buy or make a surplus of soups and snacky bits (even if they are made from scratch) and you make sure you always have milk and bread and enough for another helping of whatever you are planning to serve.
And, if someone lets you know they’re dropping in, you make something. I love that. It’s a way of saying, on a plate, “I’m glad to see you. You mean something to me.” But because I’m such an enthusiastic eater, it’s got me into a bit of trouble and I’m heading back to NYC more ample than ever before.
Anyway, who cares about that. What I meant to write about is scones. I made a batch of scones today for my cousin and my mum, who came for morning tea. They came out brilliant (the scones, not my family members), which sounds like a skite, but I don’t think I’d made scones since I was at school, so it was by no means certain that they were going to be good. I served them with Te Horo jam, really strong coffee, and fresh cream I bought in a shop with the last of my egg money.
Then I ate three. (I told you I was an enthusiastic eater). Here’s the recipe:
Edmond’s Cookery Book Plain Scones
Jul 2
I went up the line yesterday, to my cousins, to have lunch and say goodbye before jetting off out of here. I offered to bring a pavlova, as it’s about the only dessert I could make with the ingredients I have left – i.e. lots of eggs – and it’s something I haven’t made in the whole time I’ve been here.
Big mistake.
Jun 27
There is loads of pumpkin to be dealt with at the moment. I’ve made lots of soup, but that’s getting a bit boring, so today I made a pumpkin curry. I used a Jamie Olive recipe and I didn’t have all the ingredients – no ginger, no curry leaves – but as luck would have it I had a can of chopped tomatoes (the last one in the pantry) and some coconut milk (the lucky last of that too). And a s*&tload of pumpkin.
Jun 24
I finally got around to making some bread this week.
I’ve never made bread before, and I’m not known for my precision when it comes to cooking, so I was a bit trepidatious about the whole thing, but my friend Kathy sent me a Jim Lahey recipe for no-knead bread, and it’s depressing eating eggs without bread, so I gave it a go.
Jun 16
I had a good rifle through the freezer the other day, to see what I had left in there (loads, as it happens – at least eight containers of soup, lots of frozen veggies and even some fish), and I came across a bag of blackberries from a foraging trip back in February.
It was kismet, because I’d just seen a beautiful boysenberry Bakewell cake over on my virtual friend Ali’s blog Pease Pudding. I swapped the boysenberries for blackberries, rummaged around in the pantry for the other ingredients, and made it tout suite.
Jun 10
It was so cold the other morning that I could not drag myself out of bed. For ages. Eventually I decided the only way I was getting up was with a bribe. So I promised myself that if I got up, I’d make myself some pikelets. (I have to bribe myself; I live alone.)
I don’t know if people have pikelets in other parts of the world. I’ve never seen them in the US, where pancakes, which are similar but bigger and stodgier, reign supreme. I’ve had something similar in Scotland, but they were thicker and called flapjacks. In New Zealand pikelets are small and light and a classic morning or afternoon tea dish, served with butter and jam, or if you are very greedy (and don’t live in a self-sufficient way), with cream.
Anyway, a pile of pikelets is a really naughty thing to eat for breakfast, but a great way to coerce yourself or anyone else from the boudoir to the kitchen. Even the cat got up to have a look at them. I ate them warm, with butter and some of my friend Fiona’s crabapple jelly on top.
Here’s how to make them:
Edmond’s Cookery Book Pikelets
May 29
I pulled out a crumble the other night, as the finish to an almost self-sufficient meal. It was only almost because Emma had brought a beautiful lamb shoulder with her, and cooked that up with rosemary and other things. I supplied a salad from the garden and a Jerusalem artichoke risotto… and this:
May 16
I did a bit of research on Jerusalem artichoke recipes after that big box of them arrived, and soon realised they all had one thing in common: cream. I don’t produce cream, obviously, as I don’t have any cows, so if I wanted to make the most of those sunchokes, I needed to get my hands on some. So, on Sunday I traded half a dozen Mitford eggs for a bottle of cream. And then I made Jamie Oliver’s baked Jerusalem artichokes.
It was super yummy and umami-ish, which was just as well as the peeling of the knobbly chokes took forever and wasn’t helped by the ten burnt fingertips I was sporting (self-inflicted from stupidly picking up a hot baking dish). I served it with the first leaves of kale I’ve harvested from the garden and the bitter greens (sauteed in the pan and finished with a splash of raspberry vinegar) were the perfect foil for the rich gratin.
By the way, I haven’t had any meat for about 10 days and I haven’t missed it or craved it at all. That’s not to say that should someone walk past me with a bloody piece of sirloin I wouldn’t wrestle them to the death for it. But, it’s not bad going I reckon. In other news, I’ve also put on weight since going self-sufficient. It’s annoying, but it’s no surprise: I was also the only Westerner I know to backpack around India for three months and actually put on weight while doing it.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Here’s how to make the chokes:
Jamie Oliver’s Baked Jerusalem Artichokes, Breadcrumbs, Thyme and Lemon
Week one of self-sufficiency is going suprisingly seamlessly. It helps that friends have dropped off soup, salad, and a container of coconut fudge (that’s not cheating, right?). And it means I’ve barely had to reach into the freezer.
I even survived a trip to the Food Show in Wellington without spending a cent, although I did nibble on several taste-test bites of guacamole, pita crisps, venison, and a tiny cup of hot choocolate (that’s not cheating, right?).
It also helps that I’ve been able to make dishes like this:
This was a simple potato and green pepper frittata, served with salad greens out of the garden. There was nothing complicated or high falutin’ about it, but as I ate it I did marvel that it tasted lovely despite every single ingredient having been created entirely by me. Well, not entirely: I topped the frittata with a few anchovies (I had a can of those in the pantry), but sans anchovies it would have been just as delicious. And completely homegrown. Not bad considering seven or eight months ago I’d never had a veggie garden or made a meal that I’d grown. Here’s how to make it with your own handmade or store-bought ingredients.
Disco Farm Frittata
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