Thursday, April 26, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
The joy of leftovers
It's hardly an original observation, but there's a certain joy to be had from leftovers.
Although in this case it's not the thrifty reworking of leftover vegetables, but the last morsel of pate de foie gras. Served with fleur de sel de Guerande, unsalted president and toasted brioche. And the last glass of a particularly fine Wine Society Tasmanian chardonnay.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Home food
We have a sort of routine on returning home from holiday to an empty fridge.
The challenge is always to cook something simple, from the storecupboard, and that provides a contrast to the food of the holiday. So on returning home from a fortnight's French food, for example, it's all about a plateful of pasta to cleanse the palate of goose fat, butter and steak-frites.
But after a week in Sicily, a plate of pasta might have triggered family revolt. So, a quick 'forage' around the village saw me return with sausages, eggs and purple sprouting broccoli for toad in the hole. Or mole in the hole, as some call it. Anyway, it was tasty, and a less Italian dish is hard to imagine.