The reason for the dirth of posts on this blog in January isn’t too difficult to fathom. Yes it’s time to lose some poundage, and so I am reverting back to previously unposted posts (meat, baking, cheese related) drawing on creations created during the summer (you remember summer right?), interspersed with some slightly more bizzarre ‘healthy’ dishes in an effort to maintain some semblance of blogging best practice.
Now the term ‘healthy’ needs to be qualified. ‘Healthy’ doesn’t always mean ‘healthy’. Often it can mean ‘strange’ or ‘should-it-taste-like-that?’; to expand on this last point; ‘because-if-it’s-supposed-to-taste-like-that-then-someone-was-pissed-when-they-made-it’.
You get my point. Maybe not. Maybe it’s just sour grapes on my part. But when we decided to make ‘Warm Walnut Pate’ (we’ve been rummaging through Gwyneth P’s Goop website again) I didn’t expect it to taste so…well, so walnuty.
This is why the internet was invented. If it wasn’t for the internet I would never know this was possible.
So now that I am in my 43rd year thoughts of mortality loom. Eat less. Move more. That’s the secret to a longer life.
But I might be wasting my time. To quote Michael Fitzpatrick (I’m not convinced I can work out who he is but anyway):
“The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. The French eat a lot of fat and also have fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans. Conclusion: Eat and drink what you like. What kills you is speaking English”.
With these words in mind I proceeded to create the most decadent dish I could think of – served with vast quantities of red wine:
I have a new plate. Yes a plate. I can’t afford a KitchenAid food mixer. I don’t have the space for a pasta press. I owned a bamboo steamer once but it attracted an unpleasant sheen of greasy dust (or maybe that should read dusty grease) and in the end I chucked it.
I can’t even find the crappy cheese grater we bought at the BBC Good Food Show last year. Not that I want to use it; the only thing it could actually grate was thin air and I can’t find a recipe that requires grated thin air.
Anyway back to my new plate; it’s rectangular and white. I like it. It enables you to present your creation in an orderly manner – i.e. in a row, one thing after another.
With a round plate you tend to have to pile everything up in the middle, or you have to arrange things around the plate and it can quickly end up looking like you just threw the food at the plate and kind of hoped that everything would find it’s natural position all on its own.
Which of course it can’t because it’s all (hopefully) dead, and therefore inanimate.
So that’s why I like my new plate. And nice plates need nice things to put on them – so I went for something simple. Tuna is simple – doesn’t need much doing to it and lends itself nicely to flavours from the Orient…
Three years ago we got married. In the run up to that event I got myself a rowing machine. I mean I wasn’t going to spend my honeymoon in St. Lucia blubbering about like a beached whale. Sadly I didn’t stick with it. Once the ring was on it was all downhill. The night of the wedding we ended up eating pizza in a pub in Henley on Thames. You get the idea.
Fast forward to 2013. My ‘emergency diet’ did a job in the fourth quarter of 2012 but things aren’t going well now. I mean last night I ate pork belly and breast-of-duck; and a bottle of wine. And then fell asleep. So today I made a decision – out with the old….
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