Terrine defrosts with impact

So craving meat, we decided to start with a terrine salad – before the half dozen sardines to share. This was no more complicated than remembering to take a two-slice pack out of the deep freeze where it had lain for a week or so.
It’s original purpose had been to provide a starter for guests (one of whom turned out not to eat meat, alongside another who wouldn’t be able to eat it because of the fat content – hey, ho such is home catering.) It was prepared as a special treat for the partner of the low-fat guest since he, gamely and for his own health, usually stuck with the house rules. So a good one was required.
We happened to have a liver from the last dead pig so the other meat required was a good 600 grams of minced pork (organic and almost no fat) from the butcher. The technique is simple, but likely to be gory for some. This suits a large – 14 inches or so – terrine.
You need a Magimix or similar to avoid too much chopping. Start with the fresh breadcrumbs: as usual you get out what you put in so nice sourdough or decent brown organic with a bit of rough stuff is good. You need a good couple of handfuls of roughish, not fine crumbs. Then blitz a load of fresh herbs – parsley and sage are pretty essential. If you like crunchy bits why not stick a few whole pepper corns in for zapping too? I don’t think you can really overdo the herbs ….
In a large bowl really mix the minced meat, crumbs and herby seasoning together: at this point using hands is definitely best.
Back to the Magimix – which you don’t need to have cleaned if you are doing things in this order – in which we are going to chop the liver, unless that is you want to do it by hand. For the machine, you need to have removed all the obviously unnecessary bits and cut the liver into big chunks. Then, using the zap (or pulse) button chop the liver. If you end up being too energetic and are left with a mush, don’t worry.
Mix liver into meat (spatula for me at this point) add one whole egg and a glug of something alcoholic – red wine, Marsala, Port all work. If you have some, a tablespoon or good glug of cognac is good too. We need a pretty moist, but not sloppy consistency. Season aggressively. If you want to check the seasoning take a teaspoonful of the mix and quickly fry a little ball in a non stick fry pan – and taste.
Now prep your terrine: you need a good quantity of rindless (saves a lot of work) streaky bacon, unsmoked. I use a rolling pin to spread it out – a meat basher does the job too if you have one. You need to line the dish so that you have enough hanging over bits of bacon to cover the top when it’s filled.
Pile about half of the meat mix into the baconed terrine. Then add a layer of goodies – this is what make it so interesting to eat, and pretty to look at when sliced. For this particular one I used a roasted Guinea Fowl – laying long shreds in the centre of the dish. Then a good sprinkling of pine nuts (lightly toasted if you have time) chopped nuts, whatever. Some chunky strips of ham covered everything. We’re putting in texture, contrast and eye candy here.
Pile the rest of the meat on top making sure it envelopes the middle layer of extras, pull all the bacon slices over it, put half a dozen bay leaves prettily on the top and it’s done. It needs a baine marie (big baking pan/dish half filled with boiling water) and a slowish cook, medium oven for a couple of hours covered with foil. If the skewer comes out clean it’s done.
As soon as it’s cool enough to handle, fold the foil into a shape that neatly fits the top of your dish. Then precariously balance tins along the whole length – you want as much weight as you can to compress the terrine while it cools.
When cold (probably overnight) put in fridge and try to resist eating for at least 24 hours. There’s an important cooking technicality called ‘festering’ and it applies to curries, terrines, and even some cakes.
For the first serving (this has made at least ten portions!) cheat by carefully removing the whole terrine from its dish – discarding the jelly that will have collected if you have fat sensitive friends like me (oh happy dog!) and with a very sharp knife cut the slices you need, putting the rest back into the now cleaned dish. You get an ‘Ooh Aah’ factor from the luscious slice on its plate with a few leaves and, yes a fanned gherkin (posh Cornichons in a separate dish please).
Leftovers, slice, pack in pairs with kitchen paper in between, and freeze in bags. Defrost naturally and they’re just as scrummy as the day they were made.
This is not a dish for the fainted hearted, either in making or eating. Yep, real meat.

Starting with left overs

There are some kitchen jobs that define the notion of boredom and make little or no difference to the outcome: halving and deseeding grapes, taking the pips out of tomatoes or cucumbers. Some mind numbing tasks however have a real impact or are essential: double shelling big broad beans springs to mind. And shucking the left over mussels …
They had to be done before bed last night and the box had a lot more in than I had anticipated meaning that they deserved something more than left over status. So although ‘starters’ aren’t usually on the menu in the week, that’s what they became. A heafty slosh of lime juice in some Hellman’s made a good mayo and all there was to do was make a pile of leaves, mussels and mayo.
The surprise was how good it was. I’d have never have thought of cooking fresh mussels for this sort of thing – even for a posh nosh night with guests. How wrong can you be? They were incomparably better than anything from the fishmonger, fresher, juicier and with a much more subtle taste than bought pre-cooked. So next time I do a starter like this, fresh it has to be, in spite of all that shelling……
To follow in this fishiest of weeks: a couple of large trout simply grilled, on a plate with fresh steamed spinach and some sauteed brown mushrooms. Too much already?

Western Mail Letter – Reclaim our space

Reclaim our space
SIR – Business Wales reports (September 6) that a property developer has plans to redevelop the cinema and bar complex outside the Millennium Stadium into new flats and a casino.

It is nearly ten years since Wales’ only Olympic size pool was demolished and the publicly owned land given away because, it was said, that it was essential for safety to have a large open public space outside the stadium.

Instead we have one of the ugliest buildings in Cardiff (a feat hard to pull off when there are so many) that now doesn’t make enough money as bars, glee club and cinema so it has to be turned into a casino.

Where today are the Cardiff councillors who gave away the city’s heritage for peanuts and under false pretences? Where are today’s Cardiff councillors who will stand up to the greed upon greed of property developers and say enough is enough.

Take the space back and make it a public one. And get on with your promise to build the new swimming pool that was supposed to be opened years ago (sorry, I forgot, that too is dependent on building a casino in Cardiff Bay, silly me).

PETER D COX

Fishy week ahead


The bags gave it away: the weekly shop has loads of fish. Apparently we’ve been eating too much meat. Fine by me.
First off then the mussels. Not from the Menai Straits here in Wales where 50% of the UK’s mussles are landed, no these were from West Scotland, via Morrisons, a pretty unusual supermarket choice for us.
So one chopped leek, a handful of spring onions, a lump of fennel all chopped and sweated in a bit of olive oil. Half a bottle of white wine, some chopped parsley, seasonings and a ten minute bubble in our largest saucepan (a Robert Welch steamer without the steamer bit).
Whilst that looks after itself, the scraping and de-bearding of the mussels – boring but not a culinary challenge, but I bet that’s what puts people off. And we had two bags – one never seems enough and the two were going to make us fuller than full and leave some for a salad tomorrow.
They seemed very fine, few broken or open ones (bin these) and were soon ready to cook. I have to admit that the other half of Belgium’s national dish (the chips) were a low fat, skins on , oven cook variety that promised lots of flavour and few calories … well you can’t have everything.
In with the mussels, on with the lid. Wait. A big stir – there was a ton of the beasts – and a bit longer. Then, when they were all opened they were piled high in deep bowls, with a large plastic mixing bowl for the debris.
Not neat or decorous eating, you have to get in there with the shell you use as a clamp for the next tasty mollusc extracted from its shell. Of course, some people hate them and assume that you’ll die from poisoning instantly.
For us, the first of our fishy suppers: quick, inexpensive and a dish quite without equal. The chips? Ok, ish.

Muesli as Luxury


If you stay at Holiday Inn Expresses (which I do often and recommend as the best of the cheap brands) the best you get for breakfast is Alpen. Now once we thought that was very good for you, but now we know that it’s sugar laden (although it says not!) and tastes like, well yes, sawdust.
I remember the shock of real Bircher Muesli when staying at the Hilton in Brussels where in the little bar/breakfast room reserved for boring business men (actually all men) they served the most delicious and luxurious freshly made muesli. Hooked I was on stuff ‘invented’ in 1887.
Now Google off and see that there are 80,000 entries and most of them recipes claiming to be original. Well here’s my version, modeled on the luxurious, but healthy one I tasted that day.
I make enough in one go for about four portions – that’s two days for two of us if it doesn’t get snacked. Keeps ok, the apple will discolour whatever you do. But fresh is best. Start before going to bed.
First cast your oats – two generous handfuls of the best you can get, look for organic and not too milled. Supermarket ‘best’ is ok but never, but never try this with Quaker Oats! A further handful of sultanas and cover the lot with apple juice – not too much, when you wake up you want the oats and fruit to have soaked up the juice and be plump and squidgy, not swimming in it.
In the morning finish off: grate one large or two small apples into the mix. We’re now enjoying early Worcesters from the farmers’ market at Riverside. Call Old Sandlin Fruit apples and pears 01886 833200 07768 748 798 – use their juice for absolute heaven.
Then add a couple tablespoons each of seeds, sunflower, pumpkin, whatever and quite a lot more of roughly chopped nuts, again whatever takes your fancy, but mixed and either plain or slightly roasted. You want to end up with a ratio of soaked oats and other stuff of about 50:50, this is meant to be scrummy, not scrimpy.
When you’re convinced it’s mixed to distribute all the tastes fairly, add some creamy stuff. Yes, low fat natural yoghourt will do, but if dieting is not on the agenda – when’s that? – use fromage frais low or full fat. I have been known to use clotted cream! You want a sticky mass consistency not sloppy.
Finally put in a bowl and eat, on its own, or with a generous blob of compote, or just a chopped banana if you want a sugar kick.
After a few ‘testings’ you’ll have perfected your own particular mix of crunchy, vibrant, fresh goodness. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not the original recipe, ‘cos it is, it’s your original recipe and that’s so much nicer.

A late Sunday lunch thanks to Waitrose

There are only two Waitrose supermarkets in Wales. We couldn’t afford to shop there much anyway, but that is still bad news. Our nearest at Barry is always empty (of customers that is) but well stocked and personed (how do we do without manned?) by very nice staff.
Enough of adverts: we were starving having been walking at Pothkerry Country Park and needed a quick fix when we got home.
Thinking of the success we’ve had twice with feeding people with various of Nigel’s Chicken Rice Salad (done with duck once for posher friends), I cobbled this together as I ran round.
This was a substantial two: double rice and stuff for four, there’s enough chicken for four easy.

Lazy warm chicken salad al la Slater

Grab: one hot chicken, pouch of Tilda cooked rice (I used lime and coriander), bag of leaves – ought to include rocket I feel, spring onions, tasty tomatoes. (The last two items had come previously from Darts Farm very excellent shop. We also ate there really good – as good as you get – fresh fish and chips. Recommended)
You will also need lime juice, fish sauce, decent olive oil, a fresh chilli or two, some flat leaf parsley and fresh mint: but you have all those things lying around, don’t you?
How to: snip of top off rice pouch and microwave (yes, we have one! I know ….) for two minutes or a bit less. We only want it warm not piping hot.
In a big bowl mix two glugs each of oil, fish sauce, lime juice. Add chopped herbs and onions and finely chopped chilli to taste – it needs a kick.
After the rice has calmed down a bit add to the bowl and give hearty stir to ensure all the rice has a chance to soak up some more flavour. If you are using left over rice (hell of a lot cheaper of course) you may want to boost the seasoning a bit more.
Now you’ve choices. If you are following the Slater route you’ll chop up the chicken nicely, add to the rice and add sprouts. That’s good. Today I did it easier. Into deep plates I piled the leaves, made a bit of a space and put the rice in the middle – yes it wilts the leaves a bit..
Then some nice chunks of the quite warm bird on top, some slices of the flavoursome tomatoes, a splash more oil and off to table. Crunchy bread, red wine, sleep (well it is Sunday).
Prep time less than ten minutes. Cost, extravagant ‘cos lazy, but it was Waitrose so it all tasted great.

Eat your heart out Nigel


Ok, so the wondrous, never to be slated Nigel did it first. And wrote a bloody good book that we use all the time to feed our faces with. But I have been meaning since the beginning of blogtime to focus on food, recipes and stuff, but only intermittently covered it in my other blog (here).
Lots of people, especially those who have eaten Chez Cox have said, “why don’t you do a food blog?”
So here it is. With all due deference to the amazing Nige.
The rules are simple:
– it’s food what we’ve eaten
– if home cooked you get the essential on how to replicate (not quite the same as a recipe note …)
– we confess if it was ghastly
– sometimes I’ll do historical entries eg stuff from the hotel I ran
– plagiarism will always be acknowledged.
So, here we go, and guess what … the first lunch is influenced by ……

Thanks for the cabbage

We’ve encountered sauerkraut in all the usual places: a memorable, heart busting triple sausages and ham platterful in Strasbourg (of course) where they manged to serve their traditional dish with some subtlety and well as monstrous portions; then there were the barrels of dozens of different ones at the Christmas market, we think it was Baden Baden, but it could have just as easily been anywhere in Alsace or southern Germany; and then the famous Eisbahn, eaten this time in Berlin where there idea of a piece of ham seemed to include best part of a leg, for one of course.
Thanks to the Polish invasion, the base ingredient – the pickled cabbage – comes in giant jars from Asda, well the firm is Krakus who do all sorts of marvelous things in jars. The problem then, to recreate the idea of lots of tastes of porky things, without going over the top, and encouraging heart attacks.
The first trick is to extract the cabbage – you need about half a large (900 gm) jar for two, but it’s packed in solid. I used a fork to start with, then my hands. As you pull the cabbage out, carefully pull it into its shreds, if you don’t you’ll just have an indigestible lump. Put into a large bowl with some crumpled bay leaves, some juniper berries and a real crunch of pepper. At this point I also added the last chunk of the home cooked ham diced into bite sized bits. Give everything a good mix by hand and cover.
At this point a pack of tasty sausages went in the oven to cook: flavour is what we’re after and if you’re cooking for more than two then a couple of kinds won’t go wrong either. If you want a kick a piece of chorizo would be good.
The last taste was going to come from some bacon – in this case unsmoked cubes gently cooked off in a non stick pan, but again anything goes.
Once the sausages were well cooked and sticky the cabbage, well infused with its herbs by now, goes in the microwave. Give a stir halfway through. Then assemble by stirring in the hot bacon bits (and yes, the flavoursome fat ..) distributing on plates and adding the sausages.
Traditionally the only extras are steamed potatoes, plain as they come, and mustard. There’s a very nice mustard and horseradish courtesy of the Poles’ too, so try it for a change.

Wales needs a national newspaper

Commenting on this blog I made my position clear

The problem is not just about having a conversation about Wales’ status it’s also about where! Just look at that front page and compare it an average day in the life of the Western Mail.
First the name – The Scotsman (forget gender issues for a second) identifies with a person in a place and recognisably gives both value: The Western Mail refers to a bit of Britain tacked onto the west hand side – it could as easily be in Cornwall or Devon.
Then the coverage – the top masthead is about one of the largest cultural festivals in the world: where was the Esisteddfod last week – treated like some language centric oddity..
Finally, the quote: ok so copied and cribbed (JFK I think) but name me a Welsh politician who could have written that, let alone said it with passion and conviction – where’s the hwyl?
So, as well as politicians, we need media, and something more serious that the tiny circulation, public sector job-ads dependent travesty of the WM.

Olympics: a quick way to destroy the arts and rob a nation?

First it becomes clear that the arts are going to suffer disproportionately because of the 2012 Games, now it’s revealed that a whole country is to suffer.
Pouring boiling oil onto already troubled waters, <a href=”http://www.spiked-online.com/index.php?/site/article/3917/&#8221; title=”Jenkins article”>Tiffany Jenkins </a>makes the case that the arts sector has itself to blame for the current situation, or at
least that it won’t engender much sympathy. It’s her view that the arts has been chasing “an instrumental case for the arts, which has reaped short-term results,” and that they “cravenly plead to the government for cash on the basis of non-artistic
outcomes, stating their work will improve: ‘participation’, ‘self-esteem’ ‘community cohesion’, social regeneration’, ‘economic vitality’ and ‘health’. There is little mention of the quality of the art, dance, exhibitions, or musicals these institutions
could foster.” It’s a fair cop: but in a climate of real fear of reduced spending on ‘proper art’ and the promises of oodles of dosh for just filling in a form with some spanking new buzz words, who’s to say they shouldn’t have taken the money and ran?
It may have been a misjudgement, but I put the government’s raid on future arts funding in a completely different light: daylight robbery. And what about poor – yes, really poor – old Wales? According to Adam Price, Plaid’s economic spokesman, Gordon’s
lot are going to filch a whopping <a href=”http://icwales.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/newspolitics/tm_method=full%26objectid=19904883%26siteid=50082-name_page.html&#8221; title=”icWales link”>£437 million for the Olympics </a>– I make that getting on for £150 for
each man, woman and child. If you’re still interested it’s even nearly 50 quid per sheep in Wales. There’s not much chance, in spite of what toady Welsh Labour MP’s say, that Wales will see a jot of benefit from the Games as a vehicle for improving
sport, fitness or even the country’s world-wide recognition: this is to all intent and purposes the English Olympics. As for the economic regeneration, well you can argue the toss about how to calculate its worth – and some academics profoundly doubt
that its worth much, if anything. Whatever, you can be certain it ain’t coming to Wales. And, as Price argues, it will have a double whammy effect on Wales causing a less than favourable Barnett settlement. I’ve no doubt that the Games in 2012 are going
to have an impact. I think politicians should be aware of the hidden ones: less money for the arts will lead to lower investment in the creative industries and a less attractive society for high-flying creative people (there’s lots of research that shows
that). An expanding and vibrant cultural industries sector is one of Wales’ big economic hopes. It ain’t going to happen. And the massive disinvestment that would follow the theft of £437 million will make all of Europe’s subsidies irrelevant and
pointless. So there are now two simple questions:
is the 2012 Olympics worth smashing up our cultural heritage and the cultural industries sector in Wales?
Is it worth the price of nearly half a billion pounds of disinvestment at a time when the country most needs it?
What price independence, you might well ask? And could the invitation to stage the Games in <a href=”http://onelondon.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-london-withdraw-from-2012-olympics.html&#8221; title=”Cancel Games?”>London be cancelled?</a>