I’m a Free Man

tracesI’m a free man!

As some of you know, I quit my studies of mathematics with the Open University. It was just too much. Work is pretty stressful and time-demanding these days, and has to be my priority. Spending every spare minute morning, evening and weekend studying rather than relaxing and re-charging my batteries turned out to be unhealthy on all accounts, so I pulled the emergency breaks and quit. T’is a shame, but since I study for my own pleasure, and find studying right now not a pleasure, I think I can justify the decision.

It certainly feels like I pulled the stopper out from somewhere else. Since quitting the course, I built a crafts table and my head is full with creative ideas in all forms: sculpture projects, painting and drawing projects, computer art projects, even fun programming projects. I even got some of my filing done, how’s that?

Seems like it was time to quit. All I need now is lots of more time to pursue all those interests. Too bad I can’t pull the emergency breaks and quit paid work, too.

 

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This Week, I’ve Been Mostly Eating…

DSC_0419This week, I’ve been eating another set of quickies thanks for work pressure and other obligations. Let’s see how we managed to struggle through:

Braised Venison shanks with onions and carrots, natural gravy, Cranberry sauce and Spätzle Pasta.

Steak Tartare with fresh sourdough bread.

A Galette with a mushroom, soured cream and dill filling. Followed by three types of freshly made ravioli, served with a parsley butter foam: spiced egg yolk, lemon and cheese, and fresh cheese, sour cream and dill. Followed by Pudim Flan – a vegetarian meal!

Seared fillet of Venison and seared rack of lamb, served with Cranberry and Bernaise sauces, roasted Elfe potatoes, green salad, and a stir-fry of fresh artichokes and fennel shavings. More Pudim Flan. OK, Venison twice in a single week. This wasn’t exactly planned that way, but then, Venison is a lovely meat, and the shanks are very different in texture and flavour from the fillet steaks, so I don’t mind. In fact, I’d be happy eating various preparations of Venison for a long time. I wished we had access to more game. Hare would be of interest (hare, I say, not rabbit), or boar, and of course some of the exotics, such as kangaroo. Those can be obtained if I re-mortgage the house, so No Thank you.

In retrospect, it turns out that this week, I’ve been mostly eating Venison.

(This weeks picture shows a roasted shoulder of pork.)

 

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Bad Weather, Good Weather

DSC_1335I’d really like to know what happened to our weather, or to be precise, what happened to the BBC’s weather forecast. Until not so long ago, the BBCs forecast would be inaccurate and unreliable, and even the current or imminent reports were often wrong. Some time over the last year or so, something changed. I find the forecast is much more accurate, even to the point of the hourly predictions of rain at 13:00, then sunny again from 15:00 onwards. There’s some understandable inaccuracy in those times, but by and large, they are spot on.

Maybe the weather learned to align with the BBC’s forecast, but I suspect something else changed. Somebody mentioned some while ago that the BBC’s contract with the Met Office was running out, and that the BBC might be shopping around for a different provider. According to the BBC’s weather web site, they still get their weather from the Met Office though.

If anyone knows what might have changed to improve the forecast, I’d be grateful for such information.

 

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Pot au Feu aux Lentilles a l’Anglaise

DSC_0086I cooked and ate this Pot au Feu aux Lentilles a l’Anglaise a few weeks ago. It’s a l’Anglaise on account of some modern English posh banger affair rather than a proper smoked Saucisse de Lyon, and on account of the fact that I haven’t yet found the time to make my own fresh and smoked sausages yet – it’s coming, don’t you worry!

(Depicted here is a variety with smoked duck breast. Also not a bad choice.)

So anyway, I enjoyed this dish on a day when my sense of smell was completely gone thanks to a cold, gone so much that I couldn’t smell the fresh bread baking, not even when I put my nose right next to it.

It’s just too bad that I couldn’t taste it in full capacity. With my much reduced sense of smell and taste, it was gorgeous. I wonder what I missed.

If you want to find out, here’s how it goes:

Prepare vegetable stock with lots of fennel, onion, garlic, celery, carrots, savoy cabbage leaves and any other odd piece of cabbage cut-off that you find. Salt, pepper, some chicken stock and 75 minutes or so on medium heat should get you there. A chunk of smoked belly of pork never goes amiss.

Meanwhile, peel and cut potatoes and carrots into walnut-sized chunks. Fry in olive oil for a couple of minutes, then add a cup of (blue-green) French lentils, and two or three mugs from the vegetable stock. Close the lid and let simmer for 45min. (Make sure to include some vegetable or chicken stock cube, as it greatly accelerates the cooking of the lentils.)

About 30 minutes into the business, put some posh bangers on top of the lentils. They will cook in the steam and contribute their flavour to the dish.

Now prepare the remaining vegetables: clean, break in chunks, but keep separate to allow for individual cooking time: green beans can steam away in a drainer over the stock for 20 minutes. Finely chopped carrots, small cauliflower pieces, sprouting purple broccoli, swiss chard and fennel all stay together as the five minute batch. Large chunks of Savoy cabbage make the 3 minute batch. Another batch consists of any suitable herbs (such as flat leaf parsley, celeriac greens) – the 1 minute batch, together with the green beans. Clean some baby Romaine lettuce heads and cut in half – the 0 minute batch.

Just when the lentils turn tender, drain the vegetable stock. Keep the stock, but discard the worn-out vegetables. Put the stock back on heat and give the wife a 7 minute warning. Stir a large tablespoon of mustard and two tablespoons of Balsamic vinegar into the lentils, season with salt and pepper and let simmer gently.

Add the 5 minute batch to the stock. 2 minutes later, add the 3 minute batch, and another 2 minutes later, add the one minute batch. At the same time, safe the sausages on a plate but add the lentils with potatoes, carrots, and all the juices. Stir gently.

Put one or two halves of baby romaine hearts into each bowl, and ladle the hot pot over it – no cooking for wilted salad! One or two sausages on top, et voila! Pot au Feu aux Lentilles a l’Anglaise.

I had a big, fat cold on that day and couldn’t smell or taste a thing, and it still tasted lovely. I was also shivering and cold all day, and this dish brought warmth to me at long last. What more can you ask of a pot au feu?

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This Week, I’ve Been Mostly Eating…

DSC_0441This week, I really have been mostly eating quickies. Work keeps having a firm grip on my time and my spirits, so quick meals have to do for this week, too. Nothing wrong with these:

Succulent roast shoulder of pork (leftover), served with mushroom-infused rice.

A mixed-vegetable stir-fry with roast pork, the last of the rather large shoulder roasts.

Good old Spaghetti Bolognese.

Mini Pissaladiere tartlets for starters, followed by artisan Bratwurst (sourced at West Ealing Farmers’ Market), served with Elfe potato mash, fried Brussels sprouts and a bit of gravy, followed by a Vanilla custard tartlet. Too bad that I was too mean with the fat, leading to Vanilla tartlets nice in flavour but of the consistency of scrambled egg.

Oh, and we also ate a lot of Salami. Our own, of course! It’s only the second run and already very nice; I can’t wait how the next one will work out. V.E.R.Y. exciting. I am taking delivery of another 9 meters of middle Beef intestines as we speak….

 

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Stuck In The Dark Ages

DSCF0140When they show the master stonemason of the Cathedral of here or there, they show someone chiselling away in their workshop (^example). The only modern equipment, TV and sound recording gear excepted, are protective glasses and breathing masks. Oh, and a vanadium steel chisel, and a plastic hammer, heating, ear plugs, good lighting conditions, windows and roofs, a kettle for tea and a full belly.

This is not the authentic “just like they did it 500 years ago” experience, and why should it?

But, if authenticity of the manufacture process isn’t required, I can’t help wondering why they do not 3D laser-scan a sample stone, provide the exact measurements of the replacement stone, press Load and Go on a CNC-controlled router and be done with it.

Even Julia could do it!

The resulting stone may look at little too smooth, too exact, too machine-made, but at 27 feet above ground, seriously, who cares? A smoother surface will only make it last longer.

 

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Bye Bye, and Hello

DSC_0436It’s Good Bye to The Independent, which we had delivered every morning for the last few years.

A letter informs me of the discontinuation of their home delivery service by March 31st, suggesting that I should switch to the digital edition or to subscription vouchers. I don’t walk the dog first thing in the morning, so vouchers for self-collection at the newsagent make no sense (and besides, could I not use one of those tokens with a picture of Her Majesty on it? People say they also work as newspaper vouchers.), and I don’t want to spend every single minute of my day, including breaks away from my screens, in front of a screen. No, thank you.

Starting April 2nd, we shall become Guardian readers. Hello!

We are looking forward to the change, especially since The Independent became increasingly tabloid, and we look forward to eliminating the weekly annoyance of Mark Hix.

 

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This Week, I’ve Been Mostly Eating…

DSC_0448This week, I’ve been mostly eating quick things, and even a Chinese take-away meal, the first in years. Sometimes there’s just too much else to do. But, a quickie meal doesn’t have to be a bad meal, does it?

A side of Salmon, steamed with fennel shavings and dill, served with Basmati rice, and followed by four mini Black Forest gateaux. OK, the gateaux don’t count in with the “quick meal” theme.

Chicken Fricassee, made from chicken left-over from the bread soup, and from rice left over from the Salmon meal on the previous day. Nice, in a white sauce with wine and capers.

A succulent roast shoulder of pork, served with fondant potatoes, fried kidney beans and caramelized pineapple.

Fresh quiche Lorraine, served with seared duck breast, slices of fried black pudding and lambs lettuce, followed by a lovely apple Tarte Tatin – and by that, I mean the real thing, not the popular puff-pastry nonsense, not the over-caramelized brown affair so common. Just look at it! It tastes every bit and every bite as good as the picture looks.

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Bread Soup

424996_10150616988874629_510874628_8755396_1172642070_nThis goes back to a dish Jamie Oliver once made on TV, so I shall claim only part ownership to this recipe – part ownership because I never saw or followed Jamie’s, but at any rate, it’s lovely, and the name Bread Soup is one of those lovely kitchen understatements…

Jamie called it Bread Soup With Attitude. It’s also a bit of a palaver to make, thus truly Italian, and lovely. Here goes:

Per person, find 250ml good stock. I cook a chicken with vegetables in just the right amount of liquid, set the chicken meat aside for something else some other day, skim and clarify the soup.

Then, per person, take two thick slices stale white bread. Stale, but not rock-hard. Remove some of the crust, pre-cut the remaining crust to make it easier to eat without a mess in the end. Gently fry the slices with garlic and olive oil, then rub a ripe tomato into each side.

Cut Savoy cabbage leaves and Cavolo Nero leaves into pieces roughly the size of the bread slice, and fry with olive oil for a two minutes or so. Crisp some bacon or panchetta, grind a good amount of Gruyere cheese. Stack bread, cabbage, bacon, cheese, bread, cabbage, bacon, cheese into s soup dish, and grill until the cheese begins to brown.

Shallow-fry whole sage leaves in clarified butter until they are crisp. Drain the fat and try not to break the leaves, which are now very brittle.

Now pour the stock over each portion, return to the grill for another minute or two.

Decorate with crisp sage leaves, maybe a remaining slice of crisp bacon, and a drizzle of the sage-infused clarified butter, and serve immediately.

 

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Church And Other Disappointments

DSCF0354Ah, you had me fooled, Charlotte Church.

For a while, earlier in the month, I was about to applaud you for taking the News of the World phone hacking issue to the courts rather than accepting settlement from Rupert Murdoch. Fool that I am, I thought for once someone has a decent amount of morals, a spine, a sense for what is right and what is wrong.

No. An improved offer of £500,000 was what it took to satisfy your injury.

I realise now, reading the earlier article again, that you never claimed high moral standards, only a reported break-down in negotiations over the settlement pay-out.

Shame on you.

Not everyone can afford to waive an offer of £30,000, £100,000 or £500,000. But more or less everyone on the list of victims could have done without this pain killer; everyone could have done the right thing. None did.

Shame on you. All of you.

 

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This Week, I’ve Been Mostly Eating…

404533_10150616991189629_510874628_8755423_179769866_nAh, not a bad effort this week:

Pork loin medallions, served with freshly made egg fettuccine and a mustard and white wine reduction. Just a good excuse for getting the pasta maker out of the cupboard.

Fresh tomato soup with poached egg, spiced yogurt and fresh sourdough bread. Not terribly exciting when made with winter tomatoes, but gave a promise of summer.

Grilled feta cheese with chorizo, tomatoes, onions and jalapeno peppers. Just another excuse to eat more of our own sourdough bread, which pleases us tremendously these days.

Calves liver, complete with caramelised apples, potato mash and gravy.

Oh, and this: a five course Italian meal. Begins with a welcome of a shot of tomato essence, served with fresh focaccia and a sample of salami and other meat produce. Then, a bread soup (will post the recipe soon), followed by three types of fresh ravioli (spinach and pine nuts, goats cheese and mushroom, and egg yolk) topped with a sage butter. This was followed by a sous vide cooked and pan-seared butterflied quail, served with fried cabbages and a fondant potato. To conclude, a Lemon Tarte and a Cream of Zabaglione ice cream.
All was lovely and much praised, but I will admit that this menu was a bit of a palaver to prepare, more than usual even by my standards. Worth it though.

(With thanks to Jane for the photo. Her complete gallery from the evening is online. Click!)

 

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False Advertising, Government-Style

DSCF2189Advertising tobacco products is banned from British television, and rightfully so. Also banned are adverts with explicit sexual or racial content, for example. A commercial recommending a yoghurt-like product is banned in the UK for exaggerating its health benefits, and so is one advertising make-up, which was aired after heavy airbrushing and photoshopping.

There are plans to outlaw advertising cosmetic surgery such as breast enlargements.

There are even rules in the UK; restrictions on advertising which ‘might result in harm to children physically, mentally or morally’ and on adverts employing methods that ‘take advantage of the natural credulity and sense of loyalty of children.’ [ITC]

Unfortunately, there are no rules against advertising murder under the pretence of adventure.

The British Army, Airforce and Navy, in concert with the Territorial Army, are all happy to run TV commercials on British television, telling viewers how much fun is to be had in the armed forces. Their advertising is aimed at grown-up people, which is bad enough, but most definitely also aims at younger recruits: boys and girls barely able to enjoy sex without breaking the law, boys and girls not yet entitled to vote, to drive a car, or to work through the night in a 24-hour fast food outlet.

These boys and girls are welcome to join the military though, and learn to become a murderer, or be butchered themselves. When they return from ‘deployment’ in a coffin, the country mourns both in silence and in an outcry of shock about the devastating tragedy that this 17 year old soldier bit the dust, roadside in Afghanistan or elsewhere.

17 or 43, male or female, black or white or ginger. It’s murder all the same, and advertising it is a disgrace.

 

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