Chinese rants

What spoils the beginning of a promising 4-day weekend?

The sound of a neighbour singing off-key along to his karaoke machine.

I don’t mean to sound mean. I know he and his friends must be enjoying to their hearts’ fullest, considering how the weather today was near perfect. To top it, a 4-day weekend is one of those rare bits in life that make you feel like everything in its place.

Even though work has kept my nose to the grinder, stuff has been upbeat. I’m making a trip to India soon.

I know! I’m wiggling my shoulders in pure joy as I’m typing this!

My mum’s chicken sandwiches, my grandmother’s mutton curry, phuchkas, unending plates of pav bhaji, and of course sweet sweet masala chai. I will also be hob-nobbing with fierce skin-burning sunshine and relatives who will no doubt pore over my stories of London. Both which I enjoy a lot, and will never admit to anyone.

However, I haven’t booked my tickets yet and am in the danger of worrying myself to a frenzy. This almost-vacation is coming in a good time. I’ve already loaded one of my camera and re-charged the other, laid out my sleeveless blouses, flip-flops and packed my larger-than-life shopper with sunscreen. I’m going on a photo-spree for three whole days. The only thing marring this joy would be the fact that my laptop needs repair and is being taken away from me…..correction, being wrenched away from me tomorrow but that’s not what this post is about.

Since I haven’t been spending much time in the kitchen, I have been spending money…on eating out. I won’t even bother mentioning anything about weight. I mean if I am getting fat by eating out, I might as well write and post pictures about it.

I have no shame when it comes to China Town. I can honestly say that I’d be happy to run naked through London’s Chine Town wearing nothing but a Chinese paper hat, waving a lantern in the air and gnawing on soy-braised chicken feet.

Uh, you can replace the image with half-eaten Taro cakes or rolls of sticky rice with minced beef stuffing or better yet, steamed buns with that darkly sweet barbecued pork center. My lunch yesterday included Taro cakes, the addictive buns, chicken feet and pork dumplings swimming in their own heavenly juices. The meal ended with a delicious steamed mango pudding, not too tart not too sweet, and which was accompanied with an eccentric puddle of salty milk custard.

I won’t lie…I have had more than my fair share of Chinese food but I’ve almost never ventured into Chinese sweet/pastry territory. The salty custard was startling at first and I somehow kept expecting it to get better. But it didn’t get better by itself. However, it perfectly complemented the gelatinous mango custard. A lovely end to a lovely meal.

I’ll try not to mention the braised tripe dish (charmingly named ‘Honeycomb’), which although I was open-minded enough to chew through, had too strong a smell for my belly to bear. I’m reminded of Fuchsia Dunlop’s rant about the insides of little piggies and the working Chinese man’s obsession with it all. Yes, I am getting through the book at the moment. Utterly fascinating and engrossing to say the least. Most of all, it makes me want to eat Chinese food all day long, much to my colleagues’ irritation as I keep suggesting Chinese fast food outlets for lunch rather than their preferred English pub. A dry steak over sweet-n-sour chicken?? NEVER.

Happy Easter, you jolly folks! And for those of you in the UK, happy long 4-day weekend!!

Chocoholics Anonymous, anyone?

 

I’m not a stickler for recipes. In fact, I’m almost allergic to them. And I’ve lost count of the number of times my experiments in the kitchen have ended with disastrous results. And yet, I don’t learn.

I keep twisting a recipe. I keep playing and there are times when I go into creating a dish without any knowledge or planning whatsoever. Are there alarms going off in your head? Don’t worry, all the recipes I’ve put up on the blog are tried and tested. And have been very successful.

Now you know, how I excel at cold desserts and how I steer clear of baking. But recently I’ve been inspired to bake. Blame it on Hana. Damn, that girl can bake!

While I still haven’t had the pleasure of pulling French-Macarons-With-Feet out of the oven, I did successfully produce a sour-cream moistened, dense double-chocolate gastrocity yesterday. Its complete with a layer of ganache and sprinkles of fleur de sel. I’m still in disbelief.

The lower layer, as you can probably guess is plain dark-chocolate brownie. It was meant to be a fluffy crumbful cake initially, but I changed courses…and clothes, considering how I tipped batter all over myself during the first attempt. Creaming unsalted butter (a stick and a half of it, softened) together with two egg yolks and a cup of sugar, was easy enough. Though quite a work-out for my arms – I abstained from using the electric whisk. Aren’t I a saint?

The second step including sifting the flour (a cup and a half), a pinch of cream of tartare, half a teaspoon of baking powder and a half a cup of sinful Dutch process cocoa together, before combining it with the butter mixture. And then in went my cup of lush sour cream. Soury, gorgeous, silky. My pièce de résistance, totally the star of the recipe and blatantly inspired by Nigella Lawson’s chocolate cake.

The batter was left to sit in its bowl, a little clumpy and impatient, while I proceeded to beat the two egg whites into fluffy clouds (soft peaks, please). I plopped the clouds on top of the batter and followed up with fast and determined turns with the balloon whisk, till it was smooth and fell into ribbons. I also added one-third of a cup of boiling water, which keeps the batter workable and the brownie moist. Onto a greased square pan which was about 20 x 20 (I’m using centimeters) and baked for about 20 minutes at 180 °C and another 20 minutes at 150 °C (or till a skewer run through the centre comes out clean…but greasy). Let the cake cool, before icing it with sour-cream chocolate. For the icing, I broke up an entire dark chocolate bar and let it melt in a bain-marie along with a tablespoon of unsalted butter and two tablespoons of muscovado sugar. As soon as everything combines, let the mixture cool before adding (slowly, please) 2 tablespoons of sour-cream that’s all at room-temperature. Spreading evenly on the cake wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, especially as I was using a butter knife! But I’m sure you’ll have better luck if you own an icing spatula…lucky you.

The cake was finally cut into rectangular pieces after the ganache was cool and rested, decorated with rough curls and fleur de sel, photographed properly and promptly gobbled up by five hungry adults.

Its apparent how chocolate has finally taken over my life. Is there a Chocoholics Anonymous somewhere I can join and does this qualify as substance abuse, I’m not sure?

But yes, I’m officially baking now.

Tart Schmart

I should say this upfront. I’m not a baker. Never have been. Every attempt I’ve made to bake something have always taken disastrous turns. And hence, I steer clear from anything to do that involves mixing eggs, butter, flour and sugar together.

Now that I’ve established this fact, I’m gonna follow up by saying: Whooppee!! I made pie!!

For the last few days, I’ve been ashamed to call myself a blogger…considering that I’ve done nothing but post photographs from my gorgeous *insert orgasmic sound here* vacation in Paris. But, I intend to change that very soon. I’ve drowned myself in more coursework and in learning how to make Parisian Macarons. That’s right. Just when you thought I couldn’t get any cuter.

Over the batches of flat, soggy meringues that came out of my uncontrollable oven, I have wondered whether all French bakers (specializing in macarons) have filthy mouths. Because I sure have developed one, trying to whip up ‘magma-like’ batter.

Its not that my mouth was any un-filthier before, than it is now, but I sure have learnt a few choice words in French.

But with any luck I will succeed…and you will know about it. For now, let the egg whites rest for another day.

My earliest memory of baking is the one when I baked my first cake at the age of 10. A chocolate one too. And it was a disaster.

Given that I don’t have much of a sweet-tooth (not as much as my friends and family), I wanted my cake to taste just right and I doubled the recipe, without doubling the amount of sugar. I still remember that the recipe asked for 220gms of flour and 200gms of sugar. And I put in 200gms of sugar alright, but doubled the flour to 400gms. The cake came out beautifully…out of one of those old aluminum toaster ovens. It was soft, melt-in-your-mouth and was the perfect shade of chocolate. Except that you couldn’t eat it without gagging.

I should have known then, but no…I waited 15 years to finally learn that I’m no baker.

However, cravings have a way of creeping up on you from behind. And then the Universe does everything to make every parameter fall into place. I was greeted by Chocolate & Zucchini when I came back home from the library yesterday. I had umpteen bars of chocolate in the refrigerator (as I always do). I had a full block of unsalted butter, along with a fresh carton of eggs and a can of double cream. And moreover, I also had dessicated coconut that I had bought a few days back — all waiting for me to gather them into a pie!

So I faced the nagging voice at the back of my head that kept murmuring, “You know what happens when you try to bake….”, rolled up my sleeves and got to work.

I’m not trying to be ambitious, so you’ll forgive me for using tiny moulds to make tartlets rather than a full-on pie, aren’t you?

The filling is a dark chocolate ganache (did I just hear someone say, “Playing it safe, bitch?”). And yes, in my eagerness to tuck into the tartlet I burned my tongue on the hot ganache, so, do let it rest to cool, after you’ve filled the tartlets in, and definitely before you plop whipped cream on it (warm ganache = oozy cream for garnish = mess).

Chocolate Espresso Tartlets

To make the crust:

Adopted from Clotilde’s Pâte Sablée recipe

Ingredients:

  • 75gms chilled unsalted butter, diced
  • 75gms sugar
  • 150gms plain flour
  • 1/4 teaspoon fine sea salt
  • 1-2 tbsp cold milk

Combine the sugar, flour and salt in a mixing bowl. Rub in the butter into the mixture with fingertips until the mixture resembles coarse meal. Add a tablespoon of milk and blen it in, handling the dough as lightly as possible. The dough should be crumbly but should clump if squeezed in a handful. If not, then add some more milk (teaspoon by teaspoon) and mix in, till it reaches the clumpy stage. Plop a bit of mixture into a greased tartlet mould, and use the back of a spoon or the heels of your hands to press down the dough to make the crust. The dough might feel a bit dry, but that’s normal (at this point, I used quite a bit of milk, so my dough wasn’t as dry as I thought it would be). Cover tightly with film wrap and chill for 30 minutes, or upto a day. The remaining dough (left after you’ve lined as many moulds as you want) can be wrapped tightly in cling film and frozen for later.

With a fork, puncture the base and sides of the chilled crust. The crust will still puff up a bit while baking, but it’ll be fine once it cools down. Alternatively, place ceramic baking balls in it before popping it in the oven.

Pre-heat the oven to 180C (fan-assisted) and bake the tart for 15-20 minutes, till the edges are a nice golden colour. Given that my oven is moody about temperature, I kept a sharp eye on the colour. Cool on a rack.

To make the filling:

Ingredients:

70gms dark chocolate, good quality and chopped into bits (This is enough to fill two tartlets)

80ml double cream

2 tbsp sugar

1/2 teaspoon instant coffee granules

1 tablespoon water, warm

Whipped cream and/or dessicated coconut to garnish

Place the chopped up chocolate in a bowl, stainless steel preferably. Make espresso out of warm water and coffee. Put the cream in a saucepan to heat. At this point mix in the sugar. Heat the mixture till it just begins to boil, but do not let it boil over!

Pour the hot cream mixture over the chocolatee bits and let stand for about minute. Start stirring from the center of the bowl outwards to incorporate the cream and chocolate and mix well till no streaks remain. Stir in the espresso. Pour the ganache into the baked (and cooled) tartlets. Garnish with caramel tuiles, whipped cream or coconut shavings. As you can see….I opted for a smiley face!

White Chocolate and a Tired Chicken

What do I like about chocolate mousse?

Well, the question should really be, “What I don’t like about it?”.

Its chocolate, its as sweet or bitter as you want it to be, it can have any added flavor that you’d want, fruits, nuts, foam, requires far less time to set than ice-cream or semi-freddos (a highly attractive feature to seek for in recipes, when it comes to impatient bums like me), it melts in your mouth, and what not.

So, I tried to choose between a sumptious honey-chicken-prawn-pilaf dinner and a white chocolate mousse, for the sole reason that I didn’t feel like making both….but ultimately ended up doing so, anyway.

This time its a white chocolate mousse…

Ingredients:

- 100gms white chocolate

- 1 heaped tablespoon of unsalted butter

- 2 egg yolks

- 1 egg white

- 50gms heavy cream

- 4 teaspoons of castor sugar

- vanilla essence (I used 2-3 drops of a really strong one)

How-to:

- Melt the chocolate and butter in a bain marie. Take it off the heat after the chocolate’s melted. Let it stand for minute and beat in the egg yolks.

- Lightly whip the cream (lightly…only soft peaks).

- Combine the chocolate and cream well.

- Beat the egg white till it holds its shape, gradually adding the sugar in.

Try the inverted bowl test. The white should be whipped to such a consistency that, if you hold the bowl inverted, it shouldn’t plop out!

I usually hold it over my head…but that’s me.

- Fold on the chocolate-cream mixture into the egg white gently.

- Pour in glasses and chill in the freezer, till set. 2-3 hours should do it.

My First Award

An award?

Me?

For what?

My blog?

I admit, I was a little blank at first. But then, it sank in. And then, it really sank in.

My blog’s been around since February, 2008 – and initially it was about my ridiculously tumultuous college life and all the random photography and graphic design I did. It was quiet sometime before I knew I wanted to blog about food. What I love most about food blogging and food-blog surfing are the stories. Stories that lead up to the meal, or recipe, or eatery, and stories that come after all the food has been eaten.

Lan from Angry Asian Creations passed on this award to me! Ye-eah!

Lan – thanks a ton! I’m glad you like my blog…and my experiments in the kitchen and my photos! Honestly, I get excited whenever a comment from you blinks on my screen!

I wanna pass the love on to blogs and bloggers I follow without fail -

Melissa and Denise over at Twin Tables – Their stories are a delight to read and their food’s always simple and creative!

Amanda over at Konosur – I enjoy her blog ‘coz its just classy and her presentation’s always clean and super-elegant.

Alexa with Artsy-Foodie – OK, now its all artsy alright… :) Her blog’s an inspiration really, her photographs make me hungry and I love the way she makes the most complicated recipe seem simple!

Its almost difficult finding time to cook and try out new recipes, but all of you make it so much more easier! Thanks for all the inspiration!

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