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Showing posts with label Food blogs. Show all posts

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Hanging and meringuing

Yes I'm aware meringuing is not a word, but those sweet, soft, chewy, crumbly treats best sum up today. A planned picnic in the park with a few girlfriends signaled the right circumstance for me to take up my wooden spoon and get baking. Like the food bloggers picnic I thought I'd strike a balance, choosing to bring both a sweet and savoury dish. However, my criteria for today was to whip up something impressive, yet crowd friendly, and enjoyable for devouring on a humid high twenties day. After a little deliberation I settled on Bocconcini Tomato Skewers over Salmon Blini for the savoury course. Upon a quick flick through my Australian Women's Weekly macaroons & biscuits cookbook i settled on making lemon meringue kisses. I do want to attempt making macaroons and I believe getting savvy with meringues could be a good step to mastering those magnificent morsels adored by many. Both recipes were super easy and straight forward. My tips are get the eggs to room temperature for lovely meringues and really beat them until the peaks form. I use a hand beater and it only took me five minutes whereas the recipe says it will take about 15 with an electric mixer. 


Tomato Bocconcini Skewers

Ingredients:
  • small whole bocconcini or larger ones sliced into quarters
  • 1 tablespoon fresh parsley
  • 2 teaspoons chives
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
  • cherry tomators
  • basil leaves
Method: 
  1. Place Bocconcini in a medium sized bowl
  2. Finely chop the herbs
  3. Add the oil, herbs, salt and pepper to the bocconcini and refrigerate for at least an hour or overnight if possible
  4. Half the cherry tomatoes, then place on half of each on a toothpick. Thread on a basil leaf, then bocconcini, then another basil leaf, then another bocconcini, then another basil leaf, followed by the other half of the cherry tomato. Repeat this for the remaining skewers
PS. I dare you to prevent yourself from gobbling the bocconcini as you assemble this kicking kebabs :P
Lemon Meringue Kisses

Ingredients
Lemon curd
  • 90g unsalted butter
  • 1 egg
  • 1/4 cup caster sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon finely grated lemon rind
  • 2 tablespoons lemon juice 
Meringues
  • 2 egg whites
  • 1/2 cup caster sugar
  • 1 teaspoon lemon juice 
 
Method 
  1. Chop the butter and lightly beat the egg
  2. Combine the ingredients in a small heatproof bowl.
  3. Stir over a small saucepan of simmering water for about 10 minutes or until the mixture coats the back of the spoon.
  4. Refrigerate the lemon curd for three hours or overnight
  5. Preheat oven to 120 degrees celsius. Grease the oven trays and line them with baking paper. 
  6. Beat the ingredients with an electric or hand mixer for 5-15 minutes (depending on when the sugar is dissolved and soft peaks form.
  7. Spoon the mixture into a piping bag or tool with a 2cm fluted tube; pipe 4cm stars on trays 2cm apart. 
  8. Bake meringues for 40 minutes to an hour until they appear to have formed a skin on the outside or in my case begin to turn golden.
  9. Cool on trays
  10. When cool, sandwich meringues with lemon curd
Jess' magnificent fruit platter
Our picnic also featured taramasalata & hommus dips (I wanted to make my own but didn't leave time), avocado, pita bread, soft chewy chocolate brownies, red rock deli and doritos chips and of course a magnificent choc-a-bloc fruit platter (pictured above that was assembled by Jess). With our picnic mats poised underneath a shady tree we sumpted on our banquet, drinking Becks beers, Spanish Cava (sparkling wine) and Strawberries & Cream iced tea.

How lovely

x

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Let's Do Lunch: Becasse

Dining at restaurants like Bécasse make me feel like I'm on the other side of this desire
Cutting back my shifts at the restaurant meant I would have more time to be full-time student. However, I seem to have replaced serving food with observing food, and eating it of course. Last Wednesday was no exception! October truly is a wonderful month. Not only is it smack bang in the middle of Spring which means picnics, extended hours of sunshine (courtesy of daylight savings), music festival announcements, a new semester of university, and more birthdays than you can poke a stick at, it also means it's time for the Crave Sydney International Food Festival! If money was no concern, and time was mine for the taking, I'd possibly only come home to sleep, choosing instead to wile away my days and nights doing brunch, lunch, talks, classes, special dinners, desserts, cocktails, wine tasting and high teas until my stomach (and liver) exploded into smithereens.

So, when my good friend Patrick Roche suggested we take advantage of this marvellous month of months and get together for luncheons, I leapt at the idea. Initially, his heart was set on dining once again at Aria, like he had the year before. Dreamily musing of the harbour views, cool cucumber aperetif soup, and superb seafood he suggested we try our luck booking at table in the morning for lunch that day. Oh how blissfully optimistic we were. Not a place in the restaurant all day. Not to worry, with a day off I let my fingers do the walking and scored us a table for two at Bécasse at two! Paddy (Patrick), was pleased at this outcome and I was excited about dining at my first two hat restaurant (having dined at Tetsuya's - when it had three hats - and Zest - one hat, respectively).



Bécasse was a lot closer to Town Hall station than we envisioned, so after a short stroll we arrived with five minutes to spare. Prying open the large glass doors, I felt like Thumbelina, a small humble girl stepping into a giant beautiful room of clean pressed white linen tablecloths, a cascading marble staircase and glittering circular Swarovoski crystal Chandeleirs. Greeted by a suave waiter we were informed our table would be ready shortly after two and with a room as elegant as that to ogle, we were happy to wait. 

Swarovoski crystal chandeleirs over the grand dining room
 Pining for a window seat, we still lucked out with our place down the stairs but right in front of the kitchen. Being a lady has it's advantages, as I got to choose my seat first and couldn't overlook a spot overlooking the kitchen. Water was filled up in our wine glasses straight away. How I love drinking beverages other than alcohol in wine glasses. When I get the opportunity I enjoy imagining I am Audrey Hepburn from Breakfast at Tiffany's as parading around my house with milk in a martini glass.

Holly go lightly just chilling like a villain with a martini glass of milk
 Presented with a our menus, we were able to peruse the tantalizing dishes we may have selected from, had we not decided to indulge in the $35 lunch deal of a main course and glass of Brown Brothers wine. However, when we got to the 'Let's do lunch' section we spotted a $65 three course option of which we greedily ummed and ahhed over. We let gluttony get the best of us, claiming the value of the deal and superb opportunity as reasons not to refuse such an offer.

First out of the kitchen was an appetiser which the waitress explained was Black Olive Biscotti with sour cream and chives. The combination of salty black olives in the chewy sweet biscotti with the soft creamy, mild onion dollop met with such exciting textural fervour. I really enjoy the growing sweet meets savoury mash-up and this wonderful apperetif could almost be a dessert in a bigger portion.

Black Olive Biscotti with sour cream and chives 


Next we were presented with our entree, a salad of beetroot and prosciutto. The dish looked incredible, the elements appeared to replicate a delicious forest. The wafer thin prosciutto added only a tiny salty hit which contrasted superbly with the semi-circle cubes of beetroot, crunch of the roasted hazelnuts and sweet chewy Biscotti. This was all rounded off by sweet, oily sauce to die for.

Salad of Prosciotto and Beetroot

We snacked on a chewy white roll with a special butter whilst awaiting the main event. As our mains sailed towards our table the warm, buttery scent of seafood wafted filling our eyes with joy. Whilst to the onlooker (such as my brother) the dish may look suspiciously like something my dog brought up, rather than something you'd want to wolf down, I assure you the reality is far from that. The soft, meaty prawns sat in a warm, sensuous froth, with loads of beautiful prosciotto, perfectly cooked rice and peas to dive in to. It seemed well matched with the wonderful Brown Brothers Pinot Grigio - a brilliant, light yellow drop with citrus and herbaceous characters and great length and balance. Although the richness of the crustacean flavour meant that we ate it slowly, savouring it and contemplating how it almost beckoned for the other suggested wine, a Brown Brothers Tempranillo. However, we'd chose on the basis that seafood traditionally matches best with white, and a crisp white refreshes best on a hot day.


Risotto of South Australian prawns and prosciutto
With every last spoonful of risotto scraped from the bowl,  we waited for dessert to arrive. Dessert was not as prompt to be brought out as the other courses, but we were thankful as we needed that time to check our dessert compartment had room. Even if it hadn't been vacant, such a gorgeous dish would mosey on in regardless. When our lemon meringue pies arrived we struggled to bring ourselves to destroy such a creation with our lusty spoons. Cracking the side of the tart was met with an unexpected surprise. The pastry rather than being flaky or crumbly was golden and wickedly sweet and crispy, whilst the lemon curd was slightly runny and wonderfully bitersweet. Topped with the oh so fluffy meringue, it was hard to surmount the task of eating such an indulgent, sweet on one's own. I also adored the teeny weeny toasted meringues and pistachio praline that circled the tart.
Lemon Meringue Tart

Upon slowly and steadily savouring the dessert, we couldn't refuse a coffee. Topped with love heart, the shiny, silky milk, a good rich nutty brown colour, displayed the characteristics of a good coffee. Not over roasted or under extracted, the coffee was divine in the afternoon and definetly one I would have again.
A good looking coffee
Oh Bécasse what a joy, what a pleasure! How I long to return to your glittering room to dine on your fascinating and seductive French dishes such as the veal baked in coffee and clay, or be part of the local food scene with the producers lunches and dinners. I shall and must return. 
 


Bécasse 

204 Clarence St

 Sydney NSW 2000

(02) 9283 3440



I leave you with another French delicacy in the form of Nouvelle Vague - a new wave musical collective from France who do gorgeous covers among other wonderful musical morsels. Their sad, yet soothing cover of the classic Joy Division track, 'Love will Tear us Apart', is so tragic, delicate and beautiful. Sometimes when you love something too much - whether it be food, study, or a significant other - you burn yourself out with your passion. Whether, I have eaten too much, spent too much, or drank too much, I am often torn apart from pursuing my greedy gastronomic pursuits. I always want more and I want to love everything so fully, so whole-heartedly that the effort can tear my world apart.

Bon appetit!
x

Thursday, October 7, 2010

You've gotta hand it to the sandwich

The following post is dedicated to one of my dearest friends: Frances Grant. This girl is one of the coolest cats out. I met Frances way back in August 2007 in strange circumstances. At a friends seventeenth birthday both of us were alarmed by a boy hiding under a red cloth that covered a table. Questioning the boys actions was the moment we first spoke, and once our concern had been expressed we talked some more. Upon exclaiming our mutual desire to be involved in the media industry we decided to be magazine editor besties! Following my bid to ditch the boys for books in the hope of gaining the UAI I needed for my dream course, along came Frances, like an Angel into my life. And so, with her blinding halo we skipped into the sunset, choosing to spend our Saturdays of year 12, shopping, sunbaking, and being generally spontaneous in the city, and wile away our study vacations prancing and posing in and around the State Library. Always chasing that boy, always searching for that bargain and always seeking that tasty snack. Not only did she contribute to my survival of the HSC, but she was also my most definitive fashion influence. Under her wing I have since found it trés difficult to succumb to pants over swishing skirts and flowy frocks. Whilst, my wardrobe is certainly overflowing so much so that my clothes have begun to take residence in the study built-in, I doubt I will ever have a collection as magnificent as Miss Grant's. FACT: at one point last year the rod in her cupboard actually collapsed under the burdern of beautiful garments. Furthermore, her eclectic, romantic love of music brought me hours of joy in the form of mixtapes, which would come with one of her surrealistic montage pictures on the cover. These mixtapes provided me with the soundtrack for countless times scrapbooking, card making and dreaming in my garage in a bid to escape study. She is also the queen of snacking and her favourite fiendish treats are such simple pleasures such as vegemite on crackers, an alphabetical fridge of cheese and plenty of bread. So crazy is she that she once actually set herself a daily sandwich quota to limit the amount of she was consuming per day. She failed. But she certainly wins life! And my heart<3

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Eating alone, for me, is most often a prompt to shop. This is where self-absorption and consumerism meet - a rapt, satisfyingly convoluted pleasure. The food I want most to buy is the food I most often try not to eat - a swollen-bellied tranche of cheese, a loaf of bread. These constitute the perfect meal. A slither of gorgonzola or coulommiers sacrificed on the intrusive and unyielding surface of a biscuit at the end of dinner is food out of kilter. Just bread and cheese is fine to give others if you're shown the kind of consideration of providing variety. But I want for myself the obsessive focus of the one huge, heady, haveuse soft cheese, or else a wedge of the palate burning hard stuff, a vintage Cheddar or strong blue - too much, too strong. If I'm eating a salty blue cheese, it's texture somewhere between creamy and crumbly, I want baguette or a bitter, fudge-coloured pain au levain; with Cheddar, real Cheddar, I want doughier white bread - whichever, it must be a whole loaf. I might eat tomatoes with the bread and cheese, but the tomatoes mustn't be in a salad, but left whole on the plate, to be slice or chopped, à la minute.

- Nigella Lawson, 'How to Eat', extracted from 'Solitary Pleasures' in The Virago Book of Food, The Joy of Eating

Tonight I went down into the kitchen to make myself dinner. The cupboards and the fridge were far more bare than fair, with a severe shortage of fruit, vegetable and meat. Tossing up between an omelette, a make-shift paella, pasta or a salad, I realized none would make the cut with what was at hand. So I put my hands to work, spreading caramelised capsicum jam on light rye bread, then layering slices of Brie and leftover barbecue chicken on top before popping the whole package into the jaffle iron with plenty of Olive oil spray. Two minutes later and I gotta hand it to you the sandwich - sweet, tangy, creamy, with a little bite, tender chicken and soft yet crunchy bread just hit the spot. I can now see how Frances Grant finds it so hard to adhere to the sandwich quota.

Edith Piaf's, 'Non je ne regrette rien', (I have no regrets) is one of Frances' favourite songs of all time. Those of you who saw Inception would recognize the ascending brass notes as the 'kick', the music designed to warn the dreamers that they would soon exit a dream. It's such a powerful piece of music which I initially discovered from watching La vie en Rose (2007), a recent movie that dramatises the life of Edith Piaf. Marion Cottilard plays the French singer known as "the little Bird", in an un-chronological story of the triumphs and tragedies in her rollercoaster rise and fall. The movie comes to a magnificent round off when this track is sung at the end.
A movie with heart, guts, and a hell of a set of lungs.

 Also, the song reminds me of my adventurous, gluttonous, attitude to food, of which non je ne regrette rien!


Friday, October 1, 2010

TAKE ONE: Family Cooking Challenge - Paella

"Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love."
Craig Claiborne, Kitchen Primer

Once upon a time my interaction in the kitchen was manifested in three ways: eating, snacking and baking. Watching with a greedy curiosity I'd wait as her mother or father toiled away over a hot stove, jousted away with appliances, poking, stirring, prodding and boiling all kinds of tasty things. When the table was set and the dishes were placed in front of her hungry eyes, I'd voraciously devour the contents of her dish. In between times I can still to this day be spotted perusing the cupboards and fridge, searching high and low to gather foods for snacking. Sneakily she'd poke her hands into the pantry, scan the shelves and investigate the drawers, all in search of some tucker to tide her over til her next meal. Sometimes, when the house is quiet and empty except for myself, the cat and the dog, I'd fill the rooms with the warmth and sweet smell of cakes, cookies or muffins rising in the oven. Baking in the heat of a Bossa Nova Beat, I'd whip up mouth-watering treats, always savouring the moment when she could lick the spoon and bowl clean. 

Now, that i'm getting older, having turned twenty this year, I believe it's time I stepped up my kitchen interaction to another level. So for my third decade of life on this planet I've decided to gain some cooking skills by designating myself as weekly guest chef in the family kitchen. I mean one day I'm gonna move out and come dinner time I can't just be all like "hey so options, I've got toast, or take-away'. That's why each week I will be selecting a recipe from our exhaustive amount of recipe books and food magazines and cooking til my heart's content to get my family fed.

This week chicken, pasta and prawns were requested. Taking these wants into consideration and after much deliberation I decided to go with Paella, because I love Spanish food and it's got Chorizo. I mean c'mon big chunky chorizo, juicy prawns, succulent chicken, veggies and crunchy rice, it's just such a delightful combination.

I chose a recipe called 'Easy Paella', from the cookbook Valli Little's Delicious Cookbook, 'Five of the Best', because I knew I wouldn't have loads of time to prepare it after work. 


Easy Paella
Serves 4-6 (Depending on how hungry, or greedy you are)

Ingredients
  • 1tbsp (20ml olive oil)
  • 500g chicken breast fillets (preferably with skin), cut into bite sized pieces
  • 1 onion finely chopped
  • 1 chorizo sausage, chopped
  • 1 cup (200g) basmati rice
  • 1 tsp ground tumeric
  • 1 x 425g can chopped tomatoes, drained
  • 1 red capsicum, deseeded and finely chopped
  • 2 cups (500ml) chicken stock
  • 250g cooked prawns, peeled
  • 1 x 425g can cannelini beans, rinsed, drained
  • 100g baby green beans, topped, blanched and rinsed
  • 2tbsp chopped coriander leaves
  • lemon wedges, to serve


Method
  1. I suggest preparing the beans first because this is the step I didn't achieve too well. You can find an excellent illustrated guide for blanching here.
  2. Also, for the garlic, I have a super neat way of peeling the skin off. I always pop the cloves into the microwave on medium for about 5 seconds. Presto! The skin just falls away :) plus warm garlic is a heavenly aroma!
  3. Heat the oil in a large, deep frying pan over a medium heat. Cook the chicken pieces in batches for 3-4 minutes, turning until golden and cooked through. Remove and set aside to drain on paper towels.
  4. Add the onion and chorizo to the pan and cook, stirring occasionally, for 1-2 minutes, until the chorizo begins to crisp. 
  5. Add the rice and tumeric and cook, stirring for 2 minutes, then add the drained chopped tomatoes, capsicum, garlic, chilli and stock.
    Bring to the boil, then reduce the heat to medium-low and cook, stirring occasionally for 15 minutes or until all the liquid has been absorbed.
  6. Return the chicken to the pan with the prawns, cannelini beans and green beans. Toss and heat through for 1 minute.
  7. Stir in the coriander and serve immediately with the lemon wedges as a garnish 
  8. Que aproveche! :) - Which is Spanish for 'Enjoy your food!'

Paella on a plate

I leave you with a Bossa Nova classic. Stan Getz & Astrud Gilbert's 'The Girl from Impanema', is one of my favourite songs, especially when getting busy in the kitchen. The song written in 1962 was a worldwide hit in the mid-1960s and won a grammy for record of the year in 1965. According to myth it was inspired by Heloísa Eneida Menezes Paes Pinto (now Helô Pinheiro), a fifteen-year-old girl living in Montenegro Street of the fashionable Impanema district of Rio de Janeiro, , Brazil. Daily, she would stroll past the popular Veloso bar-café on her way to the beach, attracting the attention of regulars Jobim and Moraes. This song intrigues me endlessly with it's juxtaposition of sad lyrics about unrequited desire and sexy, saxophone. 
Enjoy!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

A happy union indeed

In case you didn't know, TGIF means thank god it's friday! And boy was I thanking everyone for the Friday I had, especially my uni (UTS aka the University of Technology Sydney). Why thank? Well, for starters Friday marked the beginning of my two week uni break, which was welcomed with open arms after a bout of assessments and exams over the past few weeks. Plus, this Friday was the night of the first official UTS union annual dinner. What has this dinner got to do with happiness? Well, my good friend Georgia is the President and founding member of the UTS Arts Collective (a network of arty minded folks learning, exploring, appreciating, creating and interacting with all things art, craft, media, and cooking), and being a union society we were invited to the dinner. She advertised that she had a plus one on facebook, and I of course leapt at the chance to dine and network at such an important calender event. 

On the night of the event Georgia and I met outside the Jones St building, jumped in a lift up to the seventh floor (the roof top level) and walked into a cocktail and canapé oasis. After checking in we were greeted by professional hospitality staff bearing trays of beer, red wine, white wine, beer, Champagne, orange juice and Cosmopolitans! Naturally, I went for the Cosmo! There's nothing better than working a room lightly grasping the stem of a martini glass and letting the v-shaped cone bowl rest on your hand whilst sipping the cocktail concoction inside. The benefits of a martini glass are that by holding this wide stem one is able to keep the beverage it's initial chilled temperature, whilst the wide cone design allows for the drinker to enjoy the aroma of the cocktail. How fantastic! For those of you who aren't aware of what a cosmopolitan is, let me break it down here: 

Traditionally a cosmo is
  • Vodka
  • Triple sec or Cointreau
  • Cranberry Juice
  • fresh-squeezed lime juice

All ingredients are shaken not stirred with ice, and then strained and poured into a Maritni glass. The cocktail is best served with a coin sized orange peel flamed on top of the surface of the drink. Other variations have it served with a lime wedge on the glass edge or a sugar rim.
The cocktail gained huge popularity following it's frequent mention in the 1990s on Sex & the City. It has a lovely tart sweetness, bitterness and citrus notes, and as vodka is the strongest component, a good cosmo has a slight punch of vodka in the aftertaste. But it is generally easy and smooth to drink. A great staple at any bar, and is not a bad pre-dinner drink.

Canapés making their way around the room included scallops in a lime chilli oil - pleasing but slightly overcooked, mini mushroom pies - buttery, crisp and soft, little pepper met pies - flaky, thick pastry, soft gravy meat, and sweet bursts from the sweet chilli sauce, and oysters with salmon roe - divine, fresh, meaty oysters. The venue itself was charming. The perfect mix of casual, sophistication with wood-panelled areas, a wide bar, a large stone balcony with gas heaters, and plenty of space for mingling without stepping on other peoples toes.

Upon waltzing into the main function room, Georgia and I discovered we were to be dining alone on our table that evening. Most of the other tables were a mix of society groups, academics, union associates and alumni, whilst, there must have been some unable to attend leaving a blackhole at ours. Where one may have ordinarily cried out in despair, or moped in annoyance at this utter isolation, we were delighted at this opportunity to feast upon each option of the alternate drop. The function room was a wide room, with a standard cream wall colour and round tables spread about the room facing a centre platform for speeches. The room would have been a little boring if it wasn't for the sexy table decorations of large, cylindrical glass vases with floating red orchids atop pebbles and below a large semi circle red floating candle. These sat atop a mirrored tray which reflected the red on to the ceiling creating warmth and ambience in the room. Also, through the long windows at the front of the room the Anzac Bridge and surrounding apartments and buildings in Pyrmont could be glimpsed, their fairy lights flashing in the night.

Entrée
Barbequed duck salad with a caramel chilli dressing
To the delight of two pairs of greedy eyes, eight plates arrived and were placed on the table. I began with the duck salad. The smoky, fatty duck strips with fresh mint, and shredded carrot rounded off with the sweet, spicy dressing, was a pleasurable mouthful of temperatures, textures and tastes.
Still sipping on my champagne I was also offered a glass of the Yarra Valley Point Noir Rosé to accompany the first course.
Twice-baked goats' cheese souffle, asparagus and smoked salmon sauce
The twice-baked goat's cheese souffle was soft and pleasing like a warm cheesy mousse, whilst the smoked salmon added a salty chewiness to the dish. The asparagus was ok, but seemed a little soft, possibly from over blanching. If they had a cleaner bite, it would have improved the dish, but the spears did help soak up the buttery salmon sauce.

MAIN
Roasted blue eye cod fillet, butterbean puree, chorizo sausage, king prawn, slowly roasted tomatoes, salsa verde
The main event arrived after some wonderful speeches by the union. A blue eye cod flaked beautifully, but tasted a bit bland. The roasted tomatoes burst to perfection, but the real hero was the chorizo prawn. Salty, slightly crunchy chorizo wrapped around a sweet, meaty prawn. A little more salsa verde on top or butterbean puree below would have supported the fish more to make a better dish.

The matching wine, a De Bortoli Deen Vat 7 Chardonnay, was a round drop with melon, peach and floral aromas. A strong contrast to the saltiness of the dish.
Roasted lamb rack, pimento, pistou, charred zucchini, caramelised garlic and creamy polenta

Before I even stuck my fork in, I was consuming the lamb rack with my eyes. That very red meant and soft cooked veggie stack looked good enough to eat. Alas, it was too good to be true. The lamb was quite dry, and nothing like that tender, melt in your mouth flakey sensation of a rare-ish roast. The vegetables lived up to expectations, soft and smoky with sweet garlic. The polenta added cream to the otherwise dry lamb.

The matching wine, a De Bortoli Gulf Station Cabernet Savignon was smooth, woody and full with tannins. A warming drop that made digesting the slightly dry lamb a bit easier.

DESSERT

More speeches were made and the guests table hopped more feverishly than before. The mad hatter's tea party eased as desserts began to flood the floor. It appeared the dream was over, our gig was up, as our table not only received enough desserts for it's inhabitants. Thankfully, our friend James' had been sitting at our table, do we scored an extra dessert.
Fruit Pavlova, Tia Maria and chocolate custard with crushed amaretti biscuits
Georgia and I attacked the pavlova first. Plunging our spoons through the sticky, fluffy meringue, we popped it in our mouth. Letting the meringue melt with the fresh, bright fruits on our palate, was sweet, but cleansing. The custard however, had an unappetising appearance, a somewhat grey brown colour, but the crushed amaretti biscuts lifted the dessert, giving it crunch.

Chocolate mud cake with honeycomb ice cream and chocolate jelly
 The chocolate mud cake was an unfortunate prime piece of evidence of the flaws that turn foodies off ordering such a dessert. Dry and slightly crumbly, where it should have instead been moist, rich and decadent. The chocolate jelly was intriguing. It had the taste and consitency of Allen's chicos (chocolate jelly baby lolllies) but was a thin circular shape. Heaven in this dish was the honeycomb ice cream. Sweet, cold, and refreshingly creamy compared to rest of the dish.

The Dessert Wine that accompanied was a Deen Vat 5 Botryis Semillon. How my eyes lit up when I glanced the words, Botryis Semillon on the menu. That bittersweet drop, goes down like liquid honey. For some unknown reason, I was tortured as I watched trays of that liquid gold parade around, until I finally got a glass, after having to call over a waiter. Apart from that the waitstaff had been so attentive all night. The wine did not disappoint and those sweet fruity flavours, followed by a crisp acidity, left me in a very happy place. Botryis Semillon gets its concetrated sweetness from the "Nobel Rot", as the grapes develop fungus from certain conditions like moisture. The grapes are then drained of liquid leaving behind behind sweetness, fruit acidity and minerals.

Macarons
Ending on a high note, the scheduled tea and mints were arrived, but in the place of mints there were moorish macarons. There were four flavours. The delicate morsels were soft and chewy, with a jammy filling, different to the the velvety cream filling of macarons such as Adriano Zumbo's. 

In short a function at the Aerial Function Centre is one of sophistication, but is certainly relaxed enough for one to soak up it's many culinary delights and fresh city night air on the balcony. 

Aerial Function Centre
Level 7, 235 Jones St (Building 10) 
Ultimo NSW 2007.
Phone: 9514 2633

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

We're gonna party like it's ma Birthday!


Third time lucky. Third decade luckier.
On Thursday the 12th of August I crashed into my roaring twenties. The celebrations commenced on Wednesday night when Kate one of my neighbourhood besties popped over with a delightful hazelnut vanilla sponge. We tucked into cake with French champagne whilst watching my favourite episodes of the OC (season one of course, the New years Eve and Valentine's day ones). Initially I was going to tune into some disney movies, but realized the best way to end my teenage years was to revisit a show that was the epitome of those angsty years. 
Birthday cake #1
 

Then Thursday morning I awoke to find a bottle of Spanish sparkling wine and an enrollment into a Tafe Sommelier course from my dear parents. Off to university for a long day of presents, study and Spanish. I took advantage of my three hour break to enjoy some bubbly, a mezze plate and a couple of jugs of pimms with some of my favourite ladies: Frances and Annie.

Mezze plate at the Loft

 When the day was done, Pete picked me up from uni and we headed back to my house for a home-cooked birthday dinner extravaganza.

The menu featured a starter of lovely roasted nuts, mersey valley cheese, brie cheese, Maggie Beer Fig and quince paste and drinks. This was followed by the main fare of Duck Tagine with Date and Pomengranate Chutney, a recipe picked up from the August issue of NZ food magazine Dish. It had such a wonderful variety of texture, with the tender duck, crunchy almonds, golden carrots that snapped, soft, salty olives, and smooth caramel chutney.
 
Duck Tagine with Date and Pomengranate Chutney

Dessert had me up in arms all week struggling to pick an indulgent sweet treat, birthday-esque enough, not too rich, but tempting to even the fussiest of palates. I settled with a inventive recipe from my favourite sweet masterchef contestant Callum (the dessert king): Chocolate croissant bread and butter pudding. My was it divine. Coupled with very naughty brandy soaked raisins, it was like eating a pud of love.
Enjoying the chocolate croissant bread and butter pudding. Cake #2

Chocolate Croissant Puddings

Serves 4
Preparation: 20 minutes
Cooking: 25 minutes


·   50g (1/3 cup) raisins
·   60ml (1/4 cup) brandy
·   300ml pouring cream
·   6 egg yolks
·   55g (1/4 cup) caster sugar
·   2 chocolate croissants torn into 2cm pieces
·   40g dark chocolate (70% cocoa solids), roughly chopped
·   Roasted hazelnuts
·   Strawberries
·   Pomegranate seeds
·   Marscapone

  1. Preheat oven to 160C. Lightly grease 4x180ml (3/4 cup) dariole moulds
  2. Cut 4x3cm x 24cm strips of baking paper and place a strip in each mould to partially line the base and side, and extend beyond the rim (this helps to remove puddings from the moulds).
  3. Combine raisins and brandy in a bowl and leave to soak until needed.
  4. Place cream in a saucepan and bring to a simmer over medium heat. Whisk egg yolks until thick and pale.
  5. Gradually add cream, whisking continuously until well combined. Add torn croissants and soak for 10 minutes.
  6. Fill each mould halfway with croissant mixture, then top with one-quarter of the chocolate and spoon over remaining croissant mixture.
  7. Bake puddings for 25 minutes or until custard is set.
  8. Cool for 5 minutes then transfer to plates
  9. Spoon over the raisin mixture and scatter with hazelnuts, strawberries and pomegranate. Serve with marscapone
  10. Devour with delight :)

The birthday girl, her Prince Charming Pete and Brown Brothers Muscast mmm :)


Now, I have a little birthday tradition that began way back in 2008, with my eighteenth birthday, It consists of donning a gorgeous vintage dress to celebrate my birthday like a party princess. They say it's my party and I'll cry if I want to. But why cry when you can shine! There truly is no better way to sashay into a room or swing and get crunk on the dance floor than in a ridiculous, but beautiful frock. In 2008 it was a dress with a corset bodice of black sequins and metallic blue ribbon with a metallic blue frou frou skirt. Last year it was a square cut mini dress with rainbow metallic patterns on the fabric. My past two dresses I gathered at Paddington markets and a vintage shop in Newtown respectively. This year I tried something new and tread a road I'd not yet travelled in bidding and buying off ebay. Searching "vintage dress" I found this stunning number from the funki chunki vintage store: A to die for pastel pink lace sequinned and beaded mini dress of eighties vintage! The auction was due to expire on my birthday and I committed myself to being the highest bidder. The only catch, it was a size 6. This made the Saturday (the day of my party) an exhausting experience as I had to knock back my work lunch of an evil enticing ham cheese tomato croissant to commit to pulling the booty hugging dress off!


 'The' birthday dress
Despite wasting away my food and instant gratification, it all had a happy ending as the dress fit like a glove, or like anything on beyonce. That is it was a bootylicious number!

Sam and I enjoying classy cocktails at the Burdeken=

I wore this number out for some smashing snacks with friends at Cafe Lounge in Surry Hills. Recently voted Sydney small bar, this hole in the wall packs a punch and left me whole-heartedly happy. Entering through the red moulin rouge curtain draped over the door frame, patrons are greeted by sunny yellow and ravishing red walls, tonnes of dynamic art work, vairious furniture arrangements and an awesome dj that actually uses LPs.
Cafe Lounge
Sexy red lounge at Cafe Lounge


We enjoyed the $20 function menu. The menu included a trio of moreish dips, baba ghanoush, tzaziki and kalamata olives with shreds of turkish bread, which the only fault I found was that there was not nearly enough bread to soak up the dips, or it simply was gobbled up to quickly. The wedges, extrodinarily golden and crunchy were served with sweet chilli but were enhanced with aioli instead of the traditional sour cream. The salt and pepper squid had a soft coating that just fell of as the perfectly cooked squid melted in your mouth. Served with a pickled ginger sauce these morsels were the catch of the day. The selection of thin crust pizzas included Anna: roast pumpkin, zucchini, sun-dried tomatoes, pine nuts, sage, blue cheese and dried roquette. The sharp blue cheese just blew my mind with those tender sweet vegetables and thin crunchy base.  Similarly, tasty was the sharpness of the balsamic onion sauce on the chorizo pizza (baby spinach, chorizo and balsamic onions), whilst the  Mediterranean (Artichoke, eggplant, olives and oregano) was lovely but mild in comparison to the other heartier toppings. With our meals I enjoyed a glass of the bubbly Dunes Pinot Chardonnay ($9), a sweet, fresh, strawberry sensation, as well as the strong, but quenching bohemian (green fairy absinthe, creme de cassis, fresh lime and cranberry juice shaken over ice at $17). I finished off with a glass of the wonderfully perfumed sweet Spanish wine, Vina Esmerelda (at $9).

At our next venue, the Burdekin, a wonderful easy to get to place on the corner of oxford street and Hyde Park, I enjoyed a rockstar reception. The Burdekin is a seductive establishment, with five levels. The street level is sparse, has a comforting wooden floor, plenty of booths, stools and chairs for chilling, a long bar, and some well-tuned ambient djs. Some friends that had arrived earlier notified the bartenders of a birthday girl on the way, and when I arrived I was greeted and treated to a sexy strawberry cocktail served in a martini glass (my favourite). Sipping on that sweet soft, slightly foamy beverage was like drinking a strawberry lollypop only more sophisticated :) This flavour conjuring sweet childhood nostalgia but served in an alluring adult glass summarizes my joy on the night. I had such a marvellous night giggling, talking a little too loud, being spoilt and enjoying the company of so many friends old and new. Truly good food and drinks put one in the mood, but friends improve it because they join you in it.
My best friend Jack and I - check out the hectic beading on the left sleeve.

Plus, as if my week couldn't get any better. My iphone 4 arrived yesterday! Hello instant communication and amazing apps! Love that sleek slidey apple box it comes in. Will review some apps perhaps.
x

Cafe Lounge
277 Goulburn St
Surry Hills NSW 2010
(02) 9356 8888

 Open Tue-Thu 5pm-10:30pm
Fri 5pm-12am
Sat 9pm-12am
Sun 9am-9pm