Ondine, Edinburgh

A solo dinner at the bar at Ondine, Edinburgh. Highlights were a few Loch Ryan native oysters – small but packing a decent iodine punch, so much more interesting than pacific oysters. Good smoked salmon, dense texture, quite mildly smoked but with some nice flavours in the cure (juniper, I think) could have been even more thickly sliced but there was plenty to go with good bread and the horseradish cream. Grilled langoustines were great, super sweet and coming with chips tasting distinctly of beef dripping (a good thing). I probably wouldn’t have bothered with the dill myself, but can’t complain really. Cheese was a bit dull. By no means cheap, at least you can see that money has been spent on sourcing excellent ingredients. Overall a really enjoyable meal made even more fun by getting chatting to an American couple who’s favourite TV show is also “The Wire”.

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Eine kleine Wurst in Hamburg

I just returned from a brief work trip to Hamburg, and had hoped to squeeze in a bit of hot food action for you little schweinfleische lovers.

From what I saw of Hamburg, it seems like a very nice city. It is the third largest port in Europe according to Wikipedia, you can even go on a port tour by boat. In fact this is what the local suggest tourists do!

Despite being 100km from the sea, it is famous for its fish and has a huge fish market, and this is where prostitutes from the Rieperbahn will go for breakfast (no jokes about fish smells please).

We were stationed in the posh Hamburg suburb of Eppendorf, home to the medical school and hospital – and the epicentre of the recent E. coli O104 outbreak (which is why we were visiting). At its peak they had over 5 wards devoted to infected patients, and the hospital was closed to any other admissions. They had over 200 people on dialysis, all machines working 24 hours a day.

Anyway, what about the food?

We had lunch at the hospital staff canteen – which was very nice, the building styled a bit like a sexy sci-fi colony complete with staff working in white figure-hugging cotton uniforms. But – we’d come on vegetarischen Donnerstag! Bummer. They did have some nice saukerkraut though.

We were taken to a very nice restaurant for dinner called Schauermann which was in the modern european style. There was a choice of rottfish (actually ocean perch) or lamb. We also had a great bottle of German wine which I will try and seek out. We finished with a glass of Vogelbeere schnapps – which I have now translated as rowan berry! All very jolly.

Anyway this morning I slept in and that left only 3 hours to find some sausages. The excellent Florian Siepert wrote me a handy little guide to foodie Hamburg. But as our flight back was at lunchtime, most of those were not going to work. But I did set off determinedly by foot to find some sausages, aiming to get to the exciting sounding Bioland Frisch-Fleische.

But in the event, I didn’t make it. By great coincidence there was a lovely little market along the Isestrasse, under the railway line. I had a lovely hour pottering around. There was an abundance of fresh and smoked fish. One stall was selling grey shrimp by the kilo. I bought some smoked eel, and noticed they were doing little filled rolls with glistening pickled herring with some lovely sweet onion. A great little breakfast treat.

I picked up a few interesting looking sausages along the market, and before long it was time to make my way to the airport.

So I guess I failed you – dear reader – this time in Hamburg. But I think it won’t be too long before we go back and do the place justice, it definitely seems like a great food destination.

 

 

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Hannah’s Apple Pie

Hannah’s made an apple pie!

She’s not told me the details of her methods yet – but I can say there’s plenty of butter and T-Rex in the pastry, again taken from Donald Link’s book.

Here it is, in all it’s glory. To be served with either buttermilk or smoked ice cream!

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Guest post: Lap gets his smoke on…

Oh, it’s getting serious now! Over to our SE Birmingham correspondent …

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Cook-off: 20 hour Wagyu Brisket

Brisket, it could drive a man to the brink of madness. A fickle mistress – some days she will offer herself up willingly, others you must plead for hours and be rewarded only with gristle.

What I’m saying is: cooking BBQ brisket is tricky. I think that’s probably why BBQers like it. It takes a bit of skill, a lot of experience, and some luck.

Now unlike most Internet posts on the subject of BBQ I will not pretend to have all the answers on how to do proper Southern Texan BBQ. After all I am based in a quiet, residential area of Birmingham (West Midlands, not AL).

But I do feel through bitter experience I now know a few things which I will relate to you now!

Assuming – like me, your ideal brisket will have a lovely pink smoke ring, an appetising crust and a moist interior, I have one major tip for you.

Get the right brisket.

This is rule one. You cannot make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, and you can’t make great brisket with crap meat.

Other than the usual rules (not from ASDA) you are looking for something specific. Fat.

Lots and lots of fat, specifically intramuscular fat – marbling. I don’t think it’s possible to have enough.

This gives most living in the UK an instant headache – getting well marbled beef is tricky. You genuinely won’t find it in the supermarket. Even most butchers will struggle.

Even your super-expensive butcher – identified by tens of badly parked 4x4s outside – may not do it.

Indeed, even the most lovingly raised, organic rare breed beef – think of Longhorn and Shorthorn, White Park and Dexter won’t necessarily fit the bill.

My solution is to buy some of Ifor’s Welsh Wagyu, supplied by Alternative Meats (that sounds like an advert, it isn’t!) which is down the road in Shropshire. This isn’t the same as Kobe beef – that distinction is reserved for Wagyu cattle raised in certain Japanese prefectures, meeting certain standards. But like the Japanese stuff, it is hella marbled.

I had a fun time trying to explain the exact cut of brisket I wanted with Rachel over the phone early this week. And what she sent me on Wednesday was absolutely amazing, a 7kg monster which looked very well aged and had a great covering of fat.

OK. That’s my tip over. I’ll blog the recipe in stages, as I do them.

First stage is, paradoxically, to trim a little of that surface fat off and trim out the thick ribbon of fat. Fat is very good but I need my dry rub to get somewhere near the meat surface. I’ll save the fat to make some dripping for roast potatoes.

Next step: the dry rub

It actually seemed a bit of a shame to rub such a lovely bit of meat, but I tried to be restrained. It’s not really Southern BBQ without an intensely flavoured crust.

My improvised dry rub consists of paprika, salt, pepper, brown sugar, celery salt, garlic powder, some dried oregano from the garden and some ground mulato peppers (as that’s what I had in the cupboard).

After rubbing, it gets wrapped in clingfilm to sit in the fridge overnight.

After a night in the fridge, I take it out and let the brisket come to room temperature. This takes quite a few hours because it’s so big.

Smoker goes on about 5pm – bring it up to 250 degrees F.

I decided to smoke with a mixture of mesquite, apple and maple. I find that mesquite – although the definitive Southern flavour – can be overpowering used on its own. The maple adds a sweetness that I think goes very well with beef and the apple has a kind of floral quality.

Into the smoker and I try to monitor the temperature (with an oven thermometer, not the Bradley built-in thermometer which is rather inaccurate due to its location). I’ll try and keep it around 220-250F.

Rotate the brisket rack once in between cooking.

I waited until about 11:30pm and took the brisket out. Into an foil tray, add some apple juice and tightly cover with multiple layers of foil. Into the domestic oven at 93 degrees C / 200 degrees F overnight.

The next morning I wake to the rich aroma of smoked meat. Downstairs in my dressing gown to check it – a fork or skewer should go through the thickest part with little to no resistance. It’s perfect!

Let it cool a little and then wrap the brisket tightly in several layers of foil, then a tea towel and then into an insulated cool box (I had a polystyrene container that the brisket originally shipped in).

It will still be warm when you come to eat it – in our case about 6 hours later.

The finished article!

Tomorrow’s BBQ fun

Notes for menu for tomorrow night with Z&G

Moro muslim mediterranean marinade butterfly lamb shoulder cooked on wood BBQ (aka MMMM lamb)

  • Dill & broad bean pilav (will cook with some lamb stock from the deboned shoulder)
  • Cauliflower, pine nuts, saffron and raisins
  • Chickpea salad
  • Yoghurt & zatar
  • Mango buttermilk panna cotta
  • Rice pudding with BBQ mango

All the main course recipes are from Moro book 1, mango buttermilk panna cotta will be my regular buttermilk panna cotta recipe with mango puree (2.5 leaves gelatine, 250ml double cream, 100g caster sugar, 1 vanilla pod, 250ml buttermilk)

Rice pudding will be Simon Hopkinson recipe from his famous book – slow cook for 4 hours with 1:10 ratio of rice to creamy milk!!

Dill and broad beans come from the garden!

Mangos are getting on for last of the season alphonso and kesar

Lamb will get cooked on a charcoal grill with some additional wood chips added for flavour – not decided what wood to use yet

Tonight – the night before: marinate the lamb, make the lamb stock, put chickpeas on to soak, make the buttermilk panna cotta and perhaps make the rice pudding too

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A little bit of Whitby: Green’s, Sandsend Cafe, Magpie Cafe

The best, and strangest dish I ate yesterday was at the Magpie Cafe; a dish of “cullen kipper” – some of Fortune’s lovely smoked kippers done in the style of cullen skink, all creamy with chunks of potato. This was served with the most luscious, strawberry jam, rich with toffee notes. “Do you know how to operate this, love?” I was asked. Turns out the jam and bread was “to take away the smokiness in the mouth, so you are ready for the next course”. It also filled me up a fair bit, before the Magpie Cafe’s deservedly-famous haddock and chips arrived, with batter tasting richly of beef drippings.

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Nick, where are all the pictures of food and stuff recently, I hear you ask? (I think that’

Nick, where are all the pictures of food and stuff recently, I hear you ask? (I think that’s what you were saying…)

Well it’s all been very hectic recently what with various travels and travails and such like. But I’m back in the saddle now. What’s getting my juices going at the moment? It’s a competition between Southern BBQ, Cajun and Spanish, reflecting my recent trips. But Spanish is winning right now – what with a couple of recent trips to Barcelona and a refreshed appreciation for what must be my favourite cuisine (well, cuisines technically, depending on which part of Spain we speak of. I like them all). Hannah bought me a copy of Rick Stein’s spain and although it doesn’t add much to the path already well-trodden by the Moro trilogy it does have some nice recipes and being Rick Stein they usually work well.

A visit to the Birmingham wholesale market on Thursday yielded some spanking fresh sea bream, all scarlet gills and shiny eyes. So I thought I’d try out Rick’s recipe for salt-baked bream with salpicon, making use of a jar of roasted red peppers sitting in the fridge. I added a some alioli as an additional touch (as I needed some egg whites to mix with the salt to form the crust anyway). A few asparagus spears complete the dish – sadly the asparagus season is just finishing and this is the last we will get at the farmers’ market.

Cooking fish in salt is much less stressful than most fish recipes as the timings are much less critical and the moisture is sealed in by the salt crust. Aim for a temp of 58 degrees C for doneness.

Also at the market I picked up some alphonso mangos which are in their very short season now, and some Badami mangos which are just as nice. Look out for these please before it’s too late.

New books: Rick Stein’s Spain (good),  Weber’s Complete Barbecue Book (not read it yet), Planet Barbecue (amazing, and amazing value), Real Cajun (excellent), Zeitoun (non-Fiction book about Katrina by Dave Eggers which I am really enjoying)

New projects coming-up: Hot-smoked duck ham (brine duck breasts overnight, hot-smoke), home-made boudin (pork, liver and rice flavoured and poached sausage)

Now all we need is some decent weather … 

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New Orleans Day 3: Yeah you right

I wasn’t as hungover as I deserved to be this morning as I grabbed my morning coffee and made my way to the conference centre. A decent morning session. The conference is made more fun by the fact there are several other people tweeting the talks, and so there is feedback about the good, noteworthy and sometimes bad in each session.

Food highlight of the day was no doubt a visit to Cochon Butchery with my new friends Rebecca and Chris. This place cures and smokes their own meat and is rammed at lunchtimes. The menu read like an absolute dream – sandwiches including one with pork belly and mint, the cured-meat heavy “Gambino” and Cubanos. Pancetta mac-n-cheese, marinated brussels sprouts, brisket sliders are all options. Great stuff, a drying cabinet on the wall shows off their hanging proscuitto and sausages.

In the end I settled for boudin blanc, the duck pastrami sliders and a BBQ pulled pork sandwich. That’s a light lunch by New Orleans standards. The duck pastrami was fantastic – I have to try to make this when I get home – made even richer by a slice of melted cheese. The boudin was even better, soft and creamy with a little texture from the rice and fine pink sausage meat with proper flavour. It shows that they buy their meat from local farms, something so unusual in the US with its centralised meat production system. Dipped into the local Abita beer grain mustard it was sublime (I need to take some of this home).

The afternoon session was uneventful – I became rather tired and I was very glad to slip away from the conference and have a quick swim in the hotel’s outdoor pool. A pre-dinner Sazerac (or Mint Julep’s for the ladies) with Jackie, Annie, Jennifer and some of the Vancouver crew proceeded dinner at Brennan’s with Mark and George Weinstock. Brennan’s is a real throwback to the 70s with dishes named in the Escoffier style like “Shrimp Samantha” and “Trout Kottwitz”. Of course they flambe suzettes at the table for pudding. It’s all very jolly, the highlight was a waiter accidentally tipping a whole dish over another diner’s shirt.

But now just glad to be going to bed without the effects of a couple of Hurricanes sloshing around my system.

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New Orelans Day 2: Woah what the fuck

Oh shit my vision has gone like a badly tuned TV I’m so hammered. It’s taken like 10 minutes to even get to this wordpress admin page. ohhh.

New Orleans pulls off the trick of being like every other tourist hell-hole in the Universe .. but manages to stay classy, somehow. I love the fact we can watch stuff like “Treme” and peer behind the curtain of the “real New Orleans”.

Wow this blog post is effortful, I can barely type the keys.

So what did I do today. Well I managed to sleep in until 8am with the aid of my melatonin. I spent an hour or so checking my talk, got a coffee, registered for the confernce and then sped off to the “Bywater” by way of a taxon to meet up with Jasprit’s friend Rebecca from New Orleans.

I have to admit to feeling somewhat out of sorts – a little jet-lagged and anxious about giving my presentation later in the afternoon. Rebecca took me to Elizabeth’s – a very cool joint with a flying pig on the ign. We had praline bacon to start off with. Wait, can I say this blog post is fucking hard work, none of the letter are coming out right – something to do with the several Hurricanes I have drunk tonight. Anyway the praline bacon was amazing – you take bacon and add butter and sugar and pralines to it. It must be the only way of improving bacon.

We both had “shrimps’ n grits” for our main course.. Wow this was pretty amazing – I love grits anyway and these were cooked in some kind of pork stock .The shrimps were OK. But the combination of jetlag and nerves were stopping me fully enjoying the experience.

A pudding of “Ooey Gooey” cake was pretty much as described. I joked to our waitress that I would go home and “get diabetes” but she didn’t think that was much of an idea. Wow there are some fucking big asses in New Orleans. Yikes.

Back to the conference centre. My talk was after Mark’s and it went pretty OK although my subject was not my favourite. ASM is a serious conference, there are 12000 delegates and it was standing room only during my talk. The whole session was pretty good though, I think

After the workshop we followed @madthemikebiol to a cafe where we feasted on various New Orleans classic dishes including oysters (bit of a worry, given the missisippi being the last place for the whole of the US to take a shit – and the entirely fucked-up Gulf), “blackened” alligator – actually very nice, like a kind of fishy-flavored (US spellin) chicken, covered in a very spicy Cajun rub, and fried crawfish tails. The basic rule in New Orleans is to deep-fry everything, and if you have the time to coat it in butter and sugar so much the better.

After that we went to a jazz club – “Maison Bourbon” on the ever-insane Bourbon St where I am staying. Despite the “one drink per person per table” and “no taping” rules it was pretty good value, band leader Jamil producing a succession of crowd-pleasing jazz/blues numbers. I was tapping my foot like a mo’fucker. “Yeah you right”. A whole family of Japanese tourists – replete with Mardi Gras beads were similarily getting into it.

The Rotary club are also in town – there is a competition between the ASM and these guys as to who is least exciting. I spoke to some young Rotarians – they call themselves “Rotawrags” or something. It’s not clear what it’s all about really.

OK I go now, I’m about to pass out. “Hurricanes” – they mainly rum yes?

PS. I just puked up. Yuck.

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