It's another of those things we seem to have lost in our cooking lives. A good wet fish shop. In the same way that a good butcher's shop with whole oxtails hanging on hooks and properly butchered cuts of meat attractively adorning the counter and perhaps, God Forbid, a pig's head peeping out of a … Continue reading A Plaice Where You Can Say “Hello Fish Face” and Not Feel Guilty.
So, what do you do on a cold, icy Saturday morning when the snow at Lodge Moor and the frost and ice elsewhere stop you earning a crust? Luckily for me I had a fallback to my old life as a chef for an hour as I'd been asked to appear (can you actually 'appear' … Continue reading While the Kat’s Away, the Boys Will Play…….Well, Drink Tea Actually)
I don't make pork pies any more. I used to, and I used to enjoy making and eating them. I used to get orders around Xmas from friends, " Are you making pork pies this year? Do us one will you?" So mid December would see me busy with belly and shoulder pork, good lard, … Continue reading A Pork Pie to Die for – Literally!
I have to admit I have a problem with veal. Actually I love it but my problem comes from the reaction of quite ignorant people whenever the V word gets mentioned. "How can you? Poor little calf slaughtered so young. Kept in a crate etc...etc" *Lecture alert* Veal is a by product of the milk … Continue reading It’s VEALLY good….Really.
Having enjoyed reading the last couple of preserving posts by Martin Dawes, it got me to thinking about my own favourite ways to keep the good stuff of summer and autumn for the long winter nights. Our Saturday nights for a long while now have usually consisted of some home baked ciabatta (dunked in, yes, … Continue reading About Blushing and being Pickled
"Non diciamo Emilia-Romagna!" The statement came from the mature lady behind the till at Il Calice, a bar just off Piazza Maggiore in Bologna. "Diciamo solo Emilia!", she declared proudly. What she said was "We don't say Emilia-Romagna. We just say Emilia!" You see, this fiercely regional area of Italy comprises of two ancient regions, … Continue reading A Cook’s Tour of Emilia. Part 1 – Bologna
It was a dark and surreal night. We'd arranged to meet doyen of Sheffield food writing Martin Dawes and his lovely wife Sue to try the food at the intriguingly named 'No Name' restaurant in Crookes. "We'll meet in the Punchbowl at 8 o'clock" tweeted Martin. No problem, said I........except when we got there The … Continue reading Once Upon a Time in a Place with No Name
It was my birthday last week. Lemmy surprised me a couple of weeks ago by saying she had a surprise for my birthday. I was perplexed. I was sure she'd told me some time ago that THAT was no longer on the table as a birthday pressie, perhaps she'd had a change of heart(or one … Continue reading No Coachman Needed to Get Me Here. I’d Crawl on Hands & Knees!
Just a short post, linked to my one for The Coachman Inn. While we were there, we went to the local butchers at the end of the road Glaves . The little shop is a throwback to the times when everywhere had a local butcher and it wasn't considered gross or unhygienic to have sides of … Continue reading Take a Butchers at This
After writing a bit about making stocks and gravies and all manner of nice, warming, comforting autumny stuff, it seemed natural, to this simple soul at least, to turn to the best accompaniment to a good gravy. No, not roast beef, lamb or pork but their best mate the humble mashed potato. But in our … Continue reading Monster Mash?