Highly Irregular Stone Cottage Wines

Hand pressed wine from Beechworth, North East Victoria

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  • A cool and pretty wet finish to growing thanks to La Nina, though I recall reducing the newly adopted vineyard canopy in January in Darwin levels of humidity- challenging. Yields were down on previous years.

    All the wines seem to like some breathing, decant with lots of air mixing an hour or so before. They seem to evolve over days if you can, which to me is remarkable given the low sulphuring but tells you how much oxygen is required for all the chemistry to finish.

    Côte Fresh Syrah#1 unfiltered

    No roasting here- like most of the region, we just coolly edged into 12deg baume. 

    Shiraz 75% Vinelea vineyard 450m and 25% Weeping grass 350m

    The only non-wild wild ferment of the 2022 mob; a Rhone yeast used that took off, almost leaving the tracks. It’s settled into itself and has a wonderful white pepper introduction and has pinot-like forest floor vibe. It is maturing into a grown up, and early on seems to really benefit from some air.

    Côte Fresh Syrah#2

    Shiraz Madman’s Gully Vineyard 80% Picked 9.4.22 & 16.4.22

    Vinelea and weeping grass 15/5%

    ~15% stemmed

    Wild ferment, extended maceration- pressed 19.5.22. Neutral French oak 9mo. 20micron filter

    On the nose wild soft fruits, white pepper and rhubarb. There’s a satisfying mouth feel, subtle warm spices evolve with a savoury edge.

    Dos Altos- Cabernet Sauvignon 596 bottles

    55% Weeping grass (Wooragee), 350m- picked 27.3.22. Open wild ferment hand basket pressed to neutral oak 14.4.22

    45% Fighting gully road, 650m- Picked 26.4.22. Open wild ferment, pressed to neutral oak 14/6/22

    Aged on lees, pH 3.93 molecular SO2 aim 30ppm.

    WG had a very pretty almost floral nose whereas the FGR just had this lovely mouth feel and length- so a wine of two altitudes was made.

    NQC 2022 350bottles

    A Bordeaux blend that is reminiscent of a softly spoken cru Bordelais; not quite claret, but close…..

    Medium bodied with purple, cassis, leafy autumn fruit, warm spice, and antique wood. There is an immediate happy mouthfeel with a savoury finish that is delicious alone and with food.

    Cabernet Sauvignon 60% 27.3.22 350m Weeping Grass Wooragee and Petit Verdot 30% 24.3.22 350m in French oak

    Cabernet franc 10% 26.4.22 650m Fighting Gully Rd Vineyard(Glass demijohn)

    Spontaneous ferment in open vat, extended maceration and hand pressed into neutral French oak for 9 months. Minimal sulphur. 

  • The very fine butchers of Katherine ‘Eat beef ya bastard’ fame has some zany produce, not least litre containers of pigs blood. Now, when I bought this, I also bought some back fat with the plan to make some black pudding, something as yet unexplored. Cut to about 2 years later……

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    There is a bit of a lack of fine black stuff round these parts, so when needs must, refer to Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall. Now I have to say I love Hugh a great deal, but his quantities for black pudding seemed a bit awry- 2litres of blood and 500g EACH of pearl barley and oatmeal, and 1kg of back fat, and 1kg of onions.image

    I have to say I I didn’t weigh a thing. I soaked a cup of pinhead oatmeal overnight and then de-skinned the back fat, possibly 250-300g, and it looked about right. In it all went with a tablespoon of salt, a big grind of white and black pepper and a line of allspice (snort).

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    This is where it got a bit like a bad resus- pour in the blood. It’s interesting what the sight of a lot of blood does- I did warn my son, and I wish I hadn’t  fed him the line, but he wasn’t keen. He did take about 30 photos of me wrestling with the stuff though.

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    The Jug o’ blood (Pub name?)

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    Black hole

    After clogging up one funnel I created one out of a Ginger cordial bottle, chopped off to make a cone, which worked pretty bloody well (there I go again). After tying one end of the casings up, it filled up like a dream to produce the coiled black hole- no light was coming out of this. Amazing. It was a bit fiddly to get rid of the air, which I didn’t succeed at 100%, but 95%…..

    Now, one tip from Hugh was to gently poach them, but more importantly, when they burst, a little bit of you dies…..

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    Blood bath

    So, bring on the gadget, yes, the sous vide. How about 80C- why not, that should clot the blood.

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    Lo and behold it worked- by the time the temperature was back up to 80C, they felt pretty solid, so out they came.

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    Insanely Beautiful

    Beast 2 is keen, but no1, despite his liking for it as a toddler wasn’t quite so enamered. Steve and I enjoyed a post MTB ride snack, shown, Fresh bread, big coffee, marmalade, OJ and Worcester sauce. Wow.

    So next time? May s few onions and perhaps a French style boudin with lots of cream? Or Spanish style with rice a smoked paprika?? Getting hungry just thinking about this……

  • I could post this on my work medical blog, but it’s work, and I may get into trouble, so I’ll post on my food blog. Because I can.

    There has been a re-emergence of the Cricoidgate scandal of 2014, whereupon a most prolific and upstanding proponent of the FOAM world, Dr Cliff Reid wrote a brief discourse around his views of the continued use of cricoid pressure in emergency airway management arena. He used the acronym R.E.T.A.R.D to summarise this. I can’t even recall the exact expansion of this, but people were OFFENDED. Essentially, the equally prolific and wonderful Dr Minh Le Cong was not pleased as he was a proponent of it’s use based on current expert practice from our gaseous colleagues.

    There was a lot of talk about being offended. I tweeted a Stephen Fry interview in there, and I believe Dr Nicholas Chrimes later suggested this ‘offensive’ discourse was ‘just semantics’. Or something like that.

    Well, I would like to explore this a little further.

    Nicholas has now ended up feeling the offensive wrath of EMS_junkie, who has shown equal disdain for his use of the word ‘zealot’.

    Now, a quick disclaimer- my other half (SB) is a philosophy graduate, and we’ve spent 20+ years ‘discussing’. Incidentally, she’s irritatingly rather good at biostatistics, and I need to thank her for the romantic pillow talk on this very topic.

    I’ll just pick a bone about ‘just semantics’, as Dr Chrimes has used it again in the recent twitter dialogue. I would suggest that phrase just semantics’ doesn’t make sense, given that (linguistic) semantics is about meaning, as well as other branches in psychology and computer science. I might need my French speaking philosophy other half to assist with the rest of the wikipedia entry.

    Anyway, back to Stephen Fry’s comment, that the statement “I am offended by that” is essentially a whine; a statement with no meaning.

    Here’s a situation we considered from an actual occurrence. A meal with a number of friends and colleagues, and someone at the table cracks a joke about paedophiles/ paedophilia. Where are we now on the Fry ‘offense is meaningless’ position?

    SB raised the idea that really it is an emotional reaction. Being offended as an emotional reaction? So to deny that is as logical as to deny someone isn’t sad, or angry etc. I think this is a useful concept. We may not really understand the reason for the ‘offense’ but it is there. What about the dinner party case? Or indeed the casually racist remark in a hospital meeting, or a member of staff in an open area in the department, or a patient who states ‘I’m glad I’ve got you doc, at least you speak English?’.

    The offence may indeed stem from anger, but here it is not really the anger of being offended, it is the anger of someone stating something you feel to be morally wrong, (to open a whole new can of philosphical worms).

    And this emotional reaction should be considered distinct from the message of the argument, in the case of Cricoidgate, that the application of cricoid pressure is perhaps a position of dogma, but even worse, it is a position that is potentially doing harm. It is therefore understandable that to get the point across, to draw attention to the other persons seemingly contradictory  point of view, an offensive strategy might be required. Perhaps, to go on the offensive?

    Of course it then reminds us of the military or sporting connotation, which is one of attack. And this was SBs point again, it can be (or perceived to be) an attack on a person.

    And this where doctors might feel this differently to say a scientist, who might feel somewhat less invested in a certain ‘practice’. When that practice is critiqued, it is perhaps more likely to cause some kind of emotional reaction. In fact I bristled at a skull X-ray I ordered being critiqued the other day. Personally I feel there is a role, and it’s a well thought and logical decision process to me, so I reacted to this. We all do.

    So what to do in the case of the racist remark at work, or the paedophile joke at the dinner table. I think the former is easier, unless you’re colleagues are drunk. But an immediate comment stating that is not a reasonable thing to say, possibly with an apology, is probably required, without the emotion.

    The dinner table guest should probably get the same swift unemotional comment and not be invited again.

    And the blog post/ Twitter comment?

    Well, now we are in new territory, as the instant thought, witty cutback, etc etc becomes essentially irreversible and re-tweetable with countless edits and mis-contexts as woeful as an ABC radio news edit.

    Let’s just have a chat over a pint……..

     

     

  • OK, let’s start with a post-modern ironic recipe alert. There can’t be many of these, but like our best jokes*, and loudest eructations, we appreciate our own more than most, and it tickled me. It all started with a bottle of Victorian Bannockburn Pinot Noir, 2000. What to have with this? Well, I like a good long cooked gelatinous meat or game fest with a big pinot. So we’re talking beef shin, ox tail, magpie goose etc. I had some roo tail in the freezer, which I think I’ve written about previously. It is like oxtail on game ‘roids. Amazing. So how to prepare? Hold on, HOLD THE F### ON, there’s a bottle of coke in the fridge, acquired for the purposes of coin sparklage investigation (though 2 litres was a little excessive, Shona). The buxom  (still?) Nigella has a recipe for a ham cooked in coke, so why not?

    IMG_5138[1]*(3/4/14 addendum- I should explain my slightly dark internal mirth- kangaroo is a most revered delicacy by Australian Aboriginals. Unfortunately, sugary soft drinks are now a major calorific contributor in local diets, to the appalling detriment of dental hygiene, amongst many others).

    The tail came complete as shown, though without skin and actually must have had a bit of fat removed, a shame. It’s worth remembering that the tail bones are a damn site longer than Oxtail, about 10cm near the base, so don’t go hacking blindly with your best Shun knife, it’ll end in tears.

    Tail pieces upended, with 2 sticks of celery, 2 carrots an onion, and, a bit left field, an inch of root ginger, and enough coke to almost cover this compact assemblage. This was simmered until the meat is falling off the bones (about 6-7hrs), and then the veg removed and juices strained (would have been easier to keep separate from the meat, see below), and all kept overnight.

    I’m not sure when the next phase of the dsh hit, but I was thinking what carbs to have with this, and since I had some time with the beasties I thought making pasta would be fun, yes, some homemade tagliatelle. But then wait, how about lasagne? BINGO. The journey continues……

    The roux recipe is recalled vaguely on a M. Michel Roux cutting, appropriately. The quantities are easy to recall. (Actually a roux is a sauce thickened with a butter/ flour mixture, so Bechamel is a type of roux, but doesn’t rhyme with ‘roo).

    • 50g butter
    • 50g flour

    Melted and allowed to cool a little

    • 1litre milk, gently simmered with
    • 1 choppped onion
    • 2-3 celery sticks (I like a strong celery flavour and the boys are less keen on a strong bay leaf/ pepper flavour- hey ho).

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    The milk strained through a conical sieve and added initially slowly (i.e. similar vol to butter/ flour), whisked in, double volume, whisked, double etc, taking care to scrape the corners of the saucepan. Then simmered until thickened. I invariably end up f##king up my Bechamel by either boiling the milk over or burning the supposedly simmering sauce. PAY ATTENTION.

     

     

     

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    Meanwhile, the boys are ripping the meat from the bones with deft little fingers and getting to gnaw at the bones. Good job beasts.

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    So then onto the pasta. Another easy quantity to remember is 1 egg to 100g flour. For this I used,

    • 3 eggs
    • 150g pasta plain flour
    • 150g semolina

    Topped up (probably unnecessarily) with some water.

    I use half plain and half semolina to get the gluten level up for a pasta that will won’t fall apart. However, it needs an enormous amount of work. At this point I ditched the otherwise super helpful boys, but I had to put the rough mass through the biggest setting on the pasta machine, perhaps 15-20 times?

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    And you just keep going until it becomes smooth, (not knobbly as show). The sheets need adusting of flour between rolls, and once smooth you can start thinning them out gradually from notch 1 to notch 5 (of 7 on my machine).

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    OK, we are nearly there. The veg (except ginger), I (well, Felix) put through a mouli legumes as shown, and added this to the meat and juice to make a fantastic sauce. I think this is a similar approach to that used for Hare Royale by Simon Hopkinson (God I miss hare….).

    So, finally the construction. In retrospect, I put too much pasta to sauce here (ended up a bit dry), but hey, next time I’ll up the roo, and do 2 tails and go large. After spooning sauce betwen layes of pasta, I finished off with about 2/3 of the Bechamel on top of a final layer of pasta and a shit load of grated Parmesan. Ooh yeah baby.

    Baked in the oven at 180C until, well, until it’s ready. Which is obvious to see.

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    And here we are.

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    Bonza

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    The Pinot was utterly divine, one of the best I’ve ever had. Lovely pinot gamey, cheesey mushroom flavours but also very full bodied, enough tannins to throw a deposit. Amazing.

     

     

     

     

     

  • Tom would like to use the homoerotic shots and themes in our advertising campaign, I’m not so sure. But there were sweaty, semi-naked artisans handling thin membranes and meat. Say no more.

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    These were truly leftover and recycled 100% noble in death porkers- not only did the shins get used for a medical suturing teaching session, they were then rescued by yours truly, for a divine gastronomic exit. I’ve had about 15 of these jammed into the freezer at work waiting for this.

    The initial shin experiment involved 5 in a row on a rotisserie spit, cooked for about 3hrs in the Weber. I arranged them at right angles and separated by a small gap to enable faster cooking and hopefully a decent crackle of the skin. On a couple I sprinkled some Spanish smoked paprika, and on one, a bit of Herbes de Provence (+lavender), more suited to lamb perhaps, but why not. And two I left plain. They were divine- a strong, gelatinous porky meat encased in a superbly crackled skin. This was unctuous testosterone fuelled food, to be smothered in hot mustard, eaten with bare hands and washed down with fine ale, preferably served by buxom wenches…..

    But anyway, the sausages. A delightful gift from Shona- 25m of sausage casings from here http://www.sausagecasingsnaturally.com.au/.

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    We removed everything off the bones and chopped it into 2cm ish cubes for the mincer. Having experienced very good sausages at a Slow food Italian sausage demo including much skin, I was keen to include it, but this meant mincing on the coarse setting, mixing in flavourings (white pepper and parsley, salt) then putting them through the fine mincer- (we tried afried blob on the coarse setting but it was too resilient).

    And there we were, ready to rock’n’roll slip n slide.

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    And here are the beauties- over 5lb of.

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    My god they were good, so good I forgot to take any photos of them cooked. Here are some cooked Christmas Indonesian snags- lemongrass, kaffir lime leaf, galangal, green chili and shallot. Just with bought mince, beefed up with fatty pancetta but still dry. THEY NEED COLLAGEN.

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    Felix on Xmas pud duty, yes, with 10″ knife. Recipe courtesy of the most divine National Trust Puddings book, now reprinted. Inspired by the medieval meaty intro, I put some cubed beef cheek in the centre of one of them. This was a bit of a head fuck for some, but those willing I think were entertained.

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    A couple of pre-xmas snacks, simply grilled lamb chop with green beans (verjuice deglaze of bbq), mint in cider vinegar, and then Xmas Eve, blackened salmon with Indonesian chili paste, and rather spikey Loufa.

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    Arancini- leftover risotto, feta in middle, parmesan breadcrumbs, and baked in the oven with an lipid combo of olive oil, lard and butter,

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  • Sous Vide Quail

    I can’t recall the last time I cooked quail, but mum reckoned she hadn’t eaten them for 30 years, which seems incredible. These were from Meat Direct. A recipe in a wonderful Moroccan cookbook, mentioned cooking then barbecuing, so what better excuse to use the sous vide. A large lump of butter, some home toasted and ground cumin and corriander, and some salted lemon.  In they went.

    But for what period and what temperature? I went for whatever it stated for chicken, so around 80C and I think they were in an hour or so when I noticed the bag had split. Bastard, shit, bollocks. Delicious juices diluted in about 3litres of water. GRRRRRRRRR.

    Hey ho, I salvaged the critters, and some juices and cooked them at the periphery of a hot bbq as shown, basting them with reduced salvaged buttery marinade/ cooking juice. They turned out a treat, I also bolstered the protein quotient with a couple of porterhouse steaks which cooked nicely over the red hot coals. 

    (Since cooking I’ve discovered that if there is moisture around the end of the bag where the heating /sealing element of the vacuum pump is, you will not get a seal. Having a decent length of bag (maybe 10cm) and wiping internal aspect of the bag seem to help).

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    Just an excuse for some bread porn……

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    This was a frigging brilliant ‘what the f*&^ shall we eat for dinner’ effort, if I say so myself. It’s a cliche, but sometimes the best meals come from these high pressure situations (‘nurse, mop my brow!’). 

    So, it’s 430, and I’m back from a day of saving lives (in the style Gilderoy Lockhart).

    • Pork belly in sous vide to defrost ( and cook at little).
    • Slice skin with razor
    • rub ground fennel into flesh
    • cook on lowish frying pan or bbq plate, skin side down till getting crispy, turn onto each side and cook until golden bits everywhere
    • boil potatoes
    • stew leeks (bit of water in too, they always burn)
    • steamed funky squash things (zoomed around the frying pan to extract jus).
    • mash potatoes 

    Served with Coopers sparkling and Coleman’s mustard. BONZA!!!!! Truffle oil would not have gone amiss here…..

     

     

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    Very fine Bimkin noodles at the strangely located Waterfall cafe.

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    Mel had a do at which a whole lamb was up for auction. I missed out but I did get hold of a beast to take down with me to Katherine where Paul had been promising a spit roast for some time. Before I handed the beast over I extracted the kidneys (in their suet jacket) and cooke them up with some pancetta and butterbeans in tomato sauce for a fine supper.

     

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    A very fine spit.

     

     

     

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    Another sous vide exploratory effort and one that seemed eminently apt. I cooked oysters with steak in Katherine, and had forgotten just how bloody lovely the combination is (remembering oysters in beef pies and puddings were a very English phenomenon). But the carpet bag steak is a Kiwi invention, (or maybe not, maybe popularised…?). Anyway, bits of half oyster (frozen OK here), gently inserted into pockets carefully hewn in large chunks of rump, and cooked in sous vide for an hour, chilled in the fridge, and then rapidly grilled on a damn hot fire. What else but Coopers stout to was this down. Oh yeah baby.

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    Frank’s, a local very good fish monger has wild Alaskan salmon in the freezer. How good is that? A quick supper here then….

    Very fine Cambodian rice cooking, so steam the salmon. How about flicking in an enormous slab of butter to bathe it. And then using said butter to make a Hollandaise. And some cute little Lebanese cucumber to make one of the finest sauces ever to lubricate a fish (cucumber skinned, de-seeded and diced finely, salted on kitchen paper then washed and drained). Some bok choi, and, oh yes, some 2002 Pol Roger is in the Fridge. WTF not? Wow, how fine was this. I slightly over did the fish, and I think de-skinned fillets would be a touch more sophisticated (fry skin as a crispy garnish?). 

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    PS- I could call this ‘confit of salmon’, but I’d rather confit my own arse than do that.

     

  • A night with ladies of easy virtue was on the wishlist, but a close second was a sous vide appliance. James wanted to get me a BMX. OK, only the last one was true. I was happy with a pair of trainers and a new Global knife.

    Sous vide, or not to sous vide? Well, this was decided for me as a gift from friends and colleagues in the ED who very kindly bought me an appliance for my, ahem, four zero commiserations.

    I’ve been discussing the technique for a while and not been overly convinced of it’s utility in a domestic setting where time is not a cost. In a restaurant, these can be precooked in their cryovac bags and hatched at convenience for the addition of flavour by searing to produce the flavours via Maillard reactions that tickle our umami taste buds. I’ve always felt 3hrs on a spit roast will produce a complexity that can’t be reached with 60 seconds in a pan, and is why a $15 chicken from Coles or Woolies tastes bloody good (even if the texture is shit). Interestingly the technique was developed in the States as an industrial food preparation method but first described by a British American, Count Mumford, in 1799. Awesome catch up by the chefs.

    However, never to be totally bigoted and open to new ideas, here we go.

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    This is a slice through the middle section of sheer beef porn. A 7.5kg hunk of Wagyu rump. When our eyes met through the fridge door at Meat Direct, it was love at first sight. There was no way this was going to another home. So for the barbecue, I hacked off about half of this through the night and cooked it to varying states of rawness for the unitiated. Some people got medium…..

    The next day, after my liver became somewhat fatted, it seemed rude to not try this sous vide. So, in it went at 50C for 1 hour, and then seared on the smoking hot electric ridged griddle. No chips (my gall bladder would resign), just plain boiled potatoes, salsa verde (parsley, shallot chives, mustard, cider vinegar and olive oil), roast shallots, cooked rocket (super peppery). The Yalumba signature 2008 (Cab/Shiraz), $60 from Vintage Cellars, was very, very good indeed.

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    Having roasted a kilo or so of shallots whole, it seemed a waste to ignore all the delicious sugary exudate (Maillard++) on the skins, so I swilled the skins in some water to dissolve this and boiled the mixture down with some (a lot, 100ml) balsamic vinegar to have as a condiment with the beef. It didn’t quite work as I think a huge amount of tannin got extracted from the skin. However, this leads to part 2 of sous vide, RABBIT.

    Now if you Google sous vide rabbit, you get a lot of poor write ups. So no useful advice there. I decided to go with the chicken advice and cook for 2.5 hr at 82C. I jointed the rabbit into 6 (chest with front legs/ saddle and rear legs, all cleavered in half), and poured into the bags a few tablespoons of my balsamic/ shallot reduction. My aim here was to lose the tannins by polymerisation through cooking which is what happens in wine over years; the heavey sediment on a good wine (as The Signature, above,  was developing at the bottle shoulder).

    However, upon opening the next day, it was a rubbery bit of leather, so in it went again, this time overnight for 7.5 hours, at 82C again. We’ll see, yet to open……

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    Paella

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    Pumpkin and saffron risotto

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    Rosella and quince jam

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    Lamb, butterbean stew with crust

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    Sour Pork

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    Babotie

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  • A fine name for a pub, though The Buff’n’Barra might be more appropriate here in the Top End. Better keep that from the ‘Hoff’, who’s apparently going to build a bar somewhere around here Casablanca style. Anyway, a classic leftover concoction here. We had an amazing sunset barbecue on Simon’s wee chunk of land here in Katherine, a 200acre nature playground. I took along a side of Barra kindly given by Mel, and we threw that on the hot plate over charcoal with no adornment. Most of it got left as the shoulder of pork was beautiful and even crackled successfully over hot coals. So tonight, on my tod, I made an Indonesian flavour noodle soup. I had some deeply amazing beef stock from some roast beef ribs (roasted 5 hrs) and a left over bit of ‘roo thigh bone. To this, some insane homemade paste from out local shop in Wanguri, weirdly, which must have chillies, shallots and balacan (fermented prawn brick) amongst other unknowns. I had some leftover fatty rib meat, the barra, a mushroom, some rice and mung bean noodles and some spinach and rocket mix which I just put in the end to wilt. Washed down with Vale/Dark as shown. Glorious.

    Shona picked up a bag of beef bones at the supermarket on the tip off from an Italian guy who was prcuring offal of some kind, though I think he suggested these were for the dog. Little does he know the joyous lubricant that resides in dem bones- which is odd, given osso bucco, (later). Maybe $6 for the pile shown, and what a marrow harvest, wow. I used some on a pizza, which I think I just served plain. I do remember it was the finest pizza night ever. What to use on next……?

    The bones I roasted and made a spiffing stock. Maybe next time I’ll do Fergus Henderson’s signature roast marrow bone salad. Oooh, some sourdough to smear that on would be divine…….

     

    The dessert pizza reappeared, but this incarnation included some rather sour plums with a nice dark skin. I was really chuffed with how this turned out. The plums were delicious. It’s amazing how some fruits just explode into life after cooking, the skins seem to be the treasure box of flavour. I’m never that taken with blueberries until you cook the buggers. A decent sprinkle of vanilla sugar and some butter for, well, obvious reasons. Maybe I should try this with a

    Shona found a recipe for ‘Tuscan rabbit’. I don’t have it to hand, but bloody hell, it was amazing. Ah, here it is. I’m usually a bit suspect of tomatoey concoctions, I often find them a bit too bloody tomatoey, allowing not much other flavour to express. But this was bloody amazing. Lovely sweetness from the onions, and the fennel was a subtle background too. Very nice. Shona made a huge amount of sauce so this has reappeared with some ‘luv a duck’ pork and duck fennel sausages. They are very fine meaty sausages, more suited to this cooking than a bbq. Definitely not a snag or banger.

     

    Now Woolies has a few things over Coles, and these veal osso bucco are one of them. The last OB’s I did was beef, and it suggested to me why veal is preferable for the wet stove fry method. The beef ones quite dried up and contorted by the time they were edible. These veal beauties were cooked in 1.5 hrs or so, stayed moist and didn’t buckle up over themselves. Just slow cooked adding only white wine, and then some bonkers purple carrots to cook as shown. Should have used the excess marrow above for a risotto Milanese……

     

  • I think a parmesan grater is a perfectly fine leaving gift for someone. Personally, my Swiss Zyliss grater shown is one of my all time favourite pieces of kitchen euipment. They didn’t have any in Parap fine foods, but they had a nice Alessi retro stainless steel one. Amanda looked a little surprised by the chocolate/ grater combo, but has since found the joy of grating.

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    It made me think of my favourite pasta dishes, namely

    • potato and pesto
    • pizzocheri
    • paste e ceci

    I had a breakthrough in the pesto creation a few years back when I realised that you could grate pine nuts very easily through my Zyliss. So, to make a reasonable quantity of pesto;

    • 1 large bunch of basil, leaves removed and splattered in good olive oil and chopped to oblivion on a chopping board with a large knife
    • 100g pine nuts (macadamia also v good, but be wary of other nut attempts….), put through grater
    • 2 cloves garlic (I don’t like it full strength vampire repelling)
    • 100g parmesan, grated

    All stirred in with a fair slug of olive oil. This keeps realy well in the freezer.

    As far as serving goes, cook pasta (dried) up with as much potato as you feel the need for- floury potato is actually good as it smashes up and absorbs the pesto in a divine fashion. Add a tablespoon of pesto per person (ish), more oil as required. Recently I’ve also added some chopped cooked ham. Don’t cook the pesto or the basil will of course discolour and lose its ‘zing’.

    (Look under chick peas and buck wheat for my other two favourite pasta dishes)

    Christ, I almost forgot the pesto pizza, which I’m sure has been described here previously. Sliced potato (and actually butternut squash works and looks amazing), roasted with some good fat, till just crisping. Transferred to pizza dough. When crispy, spead the pesto on top, generously. Might even beat the pasta delivery…..

    in bits
    in bits

     

  • Prawns and hollandaise

    Bit of a rapid review tour here, having been too busy to write, but not too busy to cook.

    I was trying to come up with a breakfast dish that would befit Christmas morning. Not for any religious reasons, but one that would go rather well with Champagne; smoked salmon and scrambled eggs being the common break of the fast on this day. So, the prawns here are mighty fine, and go very very well with a bit of the old fizz. I’ve often made prawn butter from the leftover shells, as you would lobster butter, but why not just cook the buggers in butter in the first place. See below- a pack of butter and that many prawns.

    prawns swimming in butter

    Prawns de-shelled, butter and debris sieved, and made into hollandaise. A poached egg, some Bok Choi and away we go. Perrier Jouet NV, hello.

    Cherry and chocolate pizza

    I don’t think I’ve ever made a sweet pizza, but I was heckled by the boys, and maybe Shona, so here we are. Sliced peeled pear and cherries with some sugar, butter, and grated white and black chocolate. Ooh yeah, baby, as Felix would say.

    BBQ beef ribs

    Nor have I barbecued beef ribs. A mighty fine cut of meat this is too, if unexpectedly pricey considering the amount of bone. There was a suggestion to stew these first, and I do remember my neighbours serving up some that required big cat like gnashers. So, I stewed these in a soy stock, and when just about to fall of the bone, covered them in a sweet soy glaze- reduced soy, honey, garlic and ginger, and then barbecued as above. Need to be more careful with barbecuing a sweet glaze next time, easy to burn……

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    Roo tail- wow, what a revalation. This one I got whole from meat direct and had to remove the skin with pliers as shown. Of course I should have chucked it in a ground oven, skin and all, and pulled it off after. Next time….This time I stewed it with my leftover smoked turkey. Towards the end I added butter beans, cherries and balsamic vinegar. Not really wet season food, well, wet season Scotland. Fascinating that they are really quite fatty, clearly this is where M. Roo keeps his fat, and maybe why they are considered special by Indigenous Australians. Watch this space.

    roo and turkey with cherries

     

    I cooked a whole roo haunch for Anna G’s birthday, and was inspired by a pal Anthony who posted some roo with chocolate sauce. Well, roo, like venison, needs fat (unless the tail of course as above), and what has more fat than our good friend from Holland, yes, chocolate Hollandaise.

    • 100g 70% green and blacks
    • 250g butter

    Melted slowly together and whisked gradually into 2 egg yolks. Some Balsamic vinegar et voila. I had some leftover Hollandaise and served with some roo fillets below. For a tropical spin, some greenish mango to garnish, and mash (OK, not so tropical).

    roo fillet and chocolate hollandaise

     

    A colourful bbq platter for Australia day- gotta love blue cheese burgers- King Island Blue has a pretty intense hit.

    Australia day