Food, Finds & Forays
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Hope your week's going well. Winter is lingering here and the need for comfort food prevails. At the risk of threatening your treasured subscription for which I’m enormously grateful (See what I did there? Totally buttering you up.) I’m sharing with you a little story about expanding my palette and indeed offering you a recipe to perhaps entice you to try a sometimes maligned vegetable…..or if you’re already on the sprout train, another way to enjoy the humble little orbs. Trust me have a go…you just might like it.
With spring’s delay the kitchen is calling me for a round of baking. A few for you to try there and a delicious variation on another less obvious veg I’m keen to try. And if you’re looking for inspo for some local outings I’ve thrown a couple of those in too.
I hope the sun is shining where you are and maybe you enjoy some tasty kitchen time too.
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S x
Food
Brussels Sprout Gratin
With all the hutzpah and imagined sophistication of the young woman I was, I stood in the golden waning light of a late spring evening, breeze gently billowing through my pink linen dress. The air scented by the heady fragrance of the rose garden in which we gathered, the late spring evening warmth carrying the perfume through the air. With anticipation I accepted a glass of straw-coloured sparkling wine, the new vintage which we’d gather to celebrate having just been sabred to much applause and celebration. Sipping happily laughing and chatting with friends the mood lite, tummies had begun to rumble. Waiters had begun to circulate offering light appetisers carefully curated to begin the evening and signal the excited mood. Oysters were presented, my friends all happily accepting them while I politely, and I thought discreetly, declined. My youth showing, one of my friends enquired as to my tastes and refusal of a plump pearlescent mollusk. Trying to maintain my façade of maturity and sophistication I tried to wave off the comment but his tenacity prevailed. “Try one,” he insisted…”what’s the worst that can happen….you confirm you don’t like them and move on.” He’s a hard man to argue with even to this day and he made a strong point. By this time he’d called our server back and taken a shell for me thrusting it forward and instructing me on how to eat the delicacy au naturele. I mean what a baptism of fire! No bacon of the Kilpatrick variety or oozy gooey mornay, we were starting hard core. He informed me these treasures were flown in especially every year for this special event, remembering, this was in the day when flying food around for such an indulgence was a rarity. Anyway, loath though I was to admit it, because frankly 25 year olds hate being wrong, but he was right. And to this day I love oysters, in all their guises, and artichokes, another of his culinary lessons.
In a fit of swings and roundabouts fast forward 22 years and we again had gathered surrounded by all our adult children, fast flowing conversation and a variety of food filling the dining table. Again a young 20 something, my friend’s son, politely turned his nose up at one of the many vegetable sides on offer. And as we do in middle age I recounted my oyster story and challenged him to try something different. Begrudgingly he took a small scoop, the conversation resumed and, he thought discretely, he took a bite. Quietly he reached forward and served himself a second helping and continued eating under the gaze of his mother and I sharing a gentle ironic grin, silent knowing communication between mothers. A few years on and James still like sprouts.
It’s always worth trying those foods you think you don’t like, if you don’t like it you don’t have it again and if you do you explore that new food in all it’s forms. Nothing culinarily ventured nothing deliciously gained.
If a young man can enjoy brussels sprouts almost anyone can. I mean who doesn’t like something smothered in creamy sauce topped with a little crunch from sourdough crumbs. And of course the salty pop of prosciutto or bacon and gentle bite of pine nuts rounds the dish out perfectly. I promise! Just have a go.
Ingredients:
300 brussels sprouts trimmed at the base and halved
3 Tbs extra virgin olive oil
1 garlic clove bruised
2 french sallots
50 gm finely sliced prosciutto
¼ tsp freshly grated nutmeg
1 Tb pine nuts
40 gm butter
1 ½ Tb plain flour
1 ½ C warm milk
60 gm finely grated gruyere cheese
½ C course breadcrumbs made from stale bread preferably sourdough tossed in 1 Tb Extra virgin olive oil.
Method:
Preheat oven to 180c.
Grease a shallow gratin dish or pie plate with butter, set aside.
Blanch the prepared brussels sprouts. If you’ve not blanched veg before it’s super easy. Bring a pot of salted water to the boil. Drop the sprouts in and as soon as it returns to the boil remove and plunge into a bowl of cold water and ice cubes immediately. This stops the cooking process while giving them a brief cook but you need to remove them straight away they’re not in there to cook completely.
Warm olive oil in a pan, big enough to hold all the sprouts in a single layer, over medium-high heat with the garlic clove. Place all the sprouts cut side down in the pan cooking for 2-3 minutes until they start to char slightly. Remove and place in the prepared dish/pie plate face side up.
In the same pan on medium-low heat, gently cook the prosciutto until starting to caramelise. Turn the heat to low and add the shallots cooking until translucent but not browning. Remove and sprinkle this mixture over the sprouts.
Again using this pan return it to the heat and turn down to low. Add the pine nuts and nutmeg stirring constantly for 1-2 minutes to release the aromas and again sprinkle over sprouts.
In the same pan you’ve been using, melt the butter. Once starting to bubble, add the flour and whisk with a balloon whisk until smooth. Slowly pour in milk whisking constantly and continue doing so until smooth. Keep stirring until beginning to thicken, sprinkle in cheese and cook a further minute or two until completely combined and thickened. Pour over the sprout mixture. Sprinkle prepared breadcrumbs over the top and bake for 20 mins.
Notes:
James’ mum and I love this dish with fennel. You can either add fennel to this at a ½ & ½ ratio or make it all with fennel. If using fennel, trim and cut into wedges and either sear in a griddle pan for pretty lines and another layer of flavour or gently caramelise in the pan skipping the blanching step.
If you prefer a firmer bite to your sprouts you can skip the blanching step but do caramelise them in the pan and do so a little slower to begin the cooking process.
For a vegetarian version use 1 Tb of washed salted capers in place of the prosciutto cooking briefly. Obviously we don't need to crisp them up like the prosciutto.
Finds & Forays
In the spirit of trying new things with my love of fennel I’m going to try this tasty twist this weekend. I think I’ll pair it with some of these dressings too, I suspect they’ll be good pals.
The weather forecast is a little grim again this weekend so I think I’ll get my bake on. This one fits nicely into my current marmalade obsession and will be delicious with all the beautiful blood oranges around at the moment. I love discovering loved old recipes and you know I love an easy one. I found this one yesterday while procrastiscrolling. Whilst it may be a little early for plums I think it’ll be fine with berries. Weather prevailing I might even take a drive over the hills to one of my favourite farmers markets, I haven’t been to this one in years so it’ll be great to see what’s there to discover.
Finally if you’re wondering where that dreamy sunset dinner from my oyster story was held all those decades ago it’s sadly now closed. The winery who’s sparkling wine we were celebrating though is still around. A bit of googling and I’ve discovered it’s not only still around but now has a food offering of it’s own. Maybe a day trip is in order.
