tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269177482024-03-23T19:33:28.803+01:00lobstersquada food blog, with drawingslobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.comBlogger577125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-88061251165608805192017-01-11T16:10:00.000+01:002017-01-11T16:10:10.343+01:00My workshop in Sicily<div class="MsoNormal">
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may 1 may 6 2017</div>
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A week spent sketching in the Sicilian hills, the better to
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We will cook and we will walk, and travel and eat and sit
around in a beautiful garden. And all the time we will be keeping a sketchbook.
Because everybody can draw, even if they think they can't. I will be there to
nudge and encourage and advise, and it doesn't matter if you are a professional
illustrator (like me) or somebody whose last drawing was handed in at the end
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Sketching is a wonderful way to make the most of travel. It
is a way to stay in the moment, to look around, to absorb, to sit still and
really see what is in front of you. Call it mindfulness or call it therapy or
just plain pottering around, it feels good to sketch. We will not concentrate
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it doesn't matter how each individual drawing turns out. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This will be just plain fun.</div>
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Ximena Maier is a Spanish illustrator. She works with the
main publishing houses and magazines in Spain, both in children's and general
books, including many on food. In 2006 she began "Lobstersquad, a food
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She is passionate about sketching and is often to be seen
insisting that everyone around her take up pencil and paper too, and have a go.
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At the <a href="http://annatascalanza.com/images/PDF/Ximena-Maier_Workshop.pdf" target="_blank">Anna Tasca Lanza Cookery School</a></div>
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lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-60827853668663945432014-10-29T13:43:00.001+01:002014-10-29T13:43:20.998+01:00Cooking for crowds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My cookbook collection grows. When we moved into this flat four years ago, I brought with me a desert island stash. The bare minimum of books I needed for comfort and sustenance. Yes, you can look up the quantities for anything you want on the web, and this blog serves as my own aide memoire. But curling up with a cookbook is different. And then of course I bought a few, and then a few more, and there were so many finds at charity shops and book fairs, and that pesky free super-saver delivery. And they pile up. Literally. They are all over the house. And that’s all right. Right?</div>
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I used to justify a cookbook if I used three recipes. Then I whittled it down to one. Now I’m fine if I find a sensible tip, and fine, too, if I just enjoy reading it. The right kind of cookbook gives you a window into other lives, like any other good book. I like the kind of books that make me feel as if I’ve been taken to somebody’s house, allowed to roam the kitchen, open the cupboards, rummage in the drawers, see the photos on the fridge, lift the lid on what’s cooking. And this I like to gather from the text, not from the photos. Most of my favourite cookbooks have no pictures, maybe a few elegant black and white illustrations. </div>
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Right now, in order to qualify for staying on my bookshelves, I mostly have to like the author, and everything follows from there, because a likeable author will make me like the food in the book, and nudge me into trying something new, or making something old again.</div>
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Recently I was given a copy of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cooking-Crowds-Anniversary-Merry-White-ebook/dp/B00F8MIJKS/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1414585984&sr=8-3&keywords=cooking+for+crowds" target="_blank">Cooking for crowds</a>, by Merry White, the 40th anniversary edition of the 70’s original. And it ticks all the boxes. The recipes look great, but mostly the author sounds like somebody I’d love to have dinner with. There are no photos, which is more than fine, as it has lots of sweet black and white drawings by <a href="http://www.edwardkoren.com/" target="_blank">Edward Koren</a>.</div>
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As with all cookbooks, there is more than a touch of the aspirational. In this case, be the sort of (supercool) person who has 50 guests and is ready to cook for them. Wouldn’t you love to be that person? Not only do you have fifty people around, but you are unflappable enough to serve them big, generous bowls of homstyle, yet sophisticated fare. And if you burn the borscht? Call it Smoked Borscht.</div>
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It’s a wonderful book for building confidence. Cooking for crowds, White insists, is not more difficult, just more time consuming, so there’s no excuse. Even better, if you do not have to, or want, to cook for fifty, the recipes come with different quantities. For 5o, for 25, for 12, for 6. See how easy 6 sounds? Anyone intimidated by cooking for 6 will have to admit it’s not that big a deal, compared with lugging sacks of potatoes that will feed 50.</div>
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lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-56208925173133233952014-10-22T15:59:00.000+02:002014-10-22T16:00:35.077+02:00A sandwich<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You know how sometimes you have to call a friend, and you keep putting it off, for good reasons, then bad reasons, then no reasons other than the thing is spiralling out of control, and you end up resenting this person you’re not calling? So it was with lobstersquad. I was looking for something I really wanted to blog about, and not really finding it, but then, reading the Wednesday Chef, I was led to a flummoxing article.</div>
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And then I thought, you know what, I might as well write something after all.</div>
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That <a href="http://www.cafe.com/r/52f645bf-8470-445b-84c9-9c539cc04d00/1/how-cooking-for-others-can-be-selfish" target="_blank">post</a>, which you can read here if you like, is about someone who has decided not to cook because she forgot to put salt in some galette she was making. The galette came out fine, but it was not the galette to end all galettes, and she had failed to make all her friends wither away in envy of her Instagram feed, and so she’s going to live on olives and prosciutto for ever and ever amen.</div>
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I can’t even begin on how crazy I find that. Instead, I will tell you about the lunch I made on Saturday. I, too, had decided not to cook, but just for that morning. But because I am the boy scout of fridge maintenance, and have become, now that I live in the North Pole, an avocado curator, I knew that a world class sandwich was within reach.</div>
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First I had to go to the shop and buy some fresh bread. Not mindblowing artisanal bread, of course. Supermarket mini ciabattas, of the sort that look a bit rubbery but come to life with a couple of minutes under the grill.</div>
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That, filled with thinly sliced leftover steak, wedges of avocado, pickled cucumber, a squirt of lemon and a dash of hot sauce, was all. A bag of salad was emptied onto a bowl, and dressed with the last of a bottle of vinaigrette I make in batches.</div>
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It was very quick, it was beautiful, and it made perfect sense, and if it wasn’t cooking, it wasn’t turning my back on it, either.</div>
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lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-30342056059889578922014-07-15T10:47:00.000+02:002014-07-15T10:47:01.749+02:00A summer salad<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
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You hear so much about summer cooking, but over time,I’ve come to see that summer is as summer does. In Scotland, you can fire up the oven to cook aubergines and take a hamper full of <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2006/09/porra-antequerana.html" target="_blank">porra</a> on a picnic. And sit in a cold drizzle while you dip prawn crackers, and wonder, what, exactly, you were thinking about.</div>
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But now I’m in Madrid, and summer in Madrid is not kidding around. There is no turning on of ovens, and stoves, as little as possible, thank you. Gazpacho, wether <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2007/06/gazpacho-1012-basic-recipe.html" target="_blank">real </a>or Alvalle, is consumed by the gallon. Fruit is delicious and plentiful and so cheap it leaves me aghast, used as I am by now to the highway robbery up north. There are all sorts of lovely tins. And if you want anything else, there are plenty of bars and restaurants. </div>
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So there you are. Where there is summer, there is no cooking, and vice versa.</div>
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Sometimes I go beyond slicing a few of the beautiful tomatoes. Here’s a salad I like. It’s the <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2007/10/cocarrois-recipe.html" target="_blank">cocarrois</a> insides salad, minus the pimentón, and it goes like this:</div>
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(The illustration is from a t-shirt I've done for <a href="http://www.bodegastiopepe.com/" target="_blank">Tío Pepe</a>)</div>
lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-40419403300003807722014-03-13T11:24:00.001+01:002014-03-13T11:26:33.914+01:00Spring<div style="font-family: 'Big Caslon'; font-size: 14px;">
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So anyway. Here's to spring, which seems to be around the corner, with buds and flowers and birds building nests and all those pretty things, and a thing I've discovered. If you spread toast with peanut butter and honey, it tastes just like the praline paste nutellaey-thing they have in Le Pain Quotidien. Which is handy, seeing as how there is no LPQ in Aberdeen, and how you save approximately millions of pennies using this mix instead of the other stuff.</div>
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So all thanks to my son Pepe, who would be happy to live exclusively on this, dunked in milk.</div>
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And let's hope once I meet all the lots and lots of deadlines pending over my head, I'll get back to blogging.</div>
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Here's the thing. I have a million things to do, and it's cold and grey and gloomy and it's January and that mostly sucks. And soup makes it better. And I admire all those bloggers who write three new recipes a week, but the thing is, I make the same soups all time. More or less. They are never exactly the same. I might use sweet potato instead of carrot in a lentil soup, or add a spoonful of miso to some borscht, but that would not justify my calling something "Miso Borscht".<br />
So I'm just going to link to the tag <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Soup" target="_blank">"soup"</a> and you can browse it because, really, there is some very good stuff there.<br />
<br />lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-19794818210282778402014-01-01T18:34:00.001+01:002014-01-01T18:34:26.562+01:00Holidays<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52022001@N03/11689762913/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3678/11689762913_dc65df3bc5.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52022001@N03/11689762913/">Despensa</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52022001@N03/">Lobstersquad</a>.</span></div><p>Enjoying our time with friends and family, of course. But the food...oh, the food. The constant parade of fantastic things I would never in a million years cook myself, the occasional walk in the olive groves to work up an appetite, lounging in the sunshine with a glass oloroso, and all those dolce far niente things.<br />Happy New Year, everyone.</p>lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-56129946139661144702013-12-24T12:52:00.000+01:002013-12-24T13:00:20.872+01:00Merry Christmas, everyone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love Christmas Eve. It's the one day of the year when I can embrace my kitchen geekiness. Food crazies are in the mainstream for a day, so, rejoice!<br />
There is a lot going on today. We stuffed<a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2008/01/finally-stuffed-bird.html" target="_blank"> our bird</a> yesterday. It had apparently been deboned with a sledgehammer and had to be sown with extra care. For the first time my daughter took part in the proceedings, pointing out where feathers had to be pulled out, and cutting the thread. We made a pot of <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2007/01/sopa-de-fideos-for-virtue-and-good.html" target="_blank">stock</a>, for the gravy, and in case anyone wants a cup of broth at some point.<br />
I also made jelly with some tangerines my father brought, sent from Valencia and picked that very morning.<br />
This morning it's been custard, to top the jelly, and two batches of the <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2010/12/sweet-pearl-onions.html" target="_blank">pearl (onion) jam</a>. Done in a bit sautee pan this time and much better for it.<br />
Dried chestnuts have been simmered in syrup. Apples were supposed to be made into sauce but I forgot about them and they are now caramelized (ahem).<br />
We only have to roast the bird and then the potatoes. There is a jar of goose fat waiting.<br />
And because the kitchen is run over, lunch is every man for himself. Anyone not going out for tapas can find ham hock rillettes in the fridge, made last Sunday.<br />
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have some cañas to catch up on.<br />
I hope you have a lovely holiday, rain or no rain.lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-12097687456676864402013-12-10T13:18:00.002+01:002013-12-10T13:20:29.235+01:00Chicken skin<div style="font-family: 'Big Caslon'; font-size: 14px; min-height: 17px;">
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Cooked chicken skin can be flabby, slippery and rather gross. Even if you take care to brown your chicken pieces, after braising the whole thing goes soft, and what's the point of that? I don't usually bother to brown anything, anyway. And please, don't talk to me about Maillard reaction. Bla bla bla whatever. </div>
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I cook chicken without the skin, at least for everyday chicken things like<a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/search?q=spanish+rice" target="_blank"> rice </a>or <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/noodle-soups.html" target="_blank">soups</a> or a <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/mars-and-venus-and-chicken-sandwich.html" target="_blank">sandwich</a>. But because I now live the suburban life of the supermarket chicken thigh package, I have had to learn how to deal with the skin myself. A deft pull and you have your skinless thigh. A few inept wiggles and cuts and it is now boneless. </div>
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The meat for whatever dish I'm making, the bones for stock, and the skin? It pains me to say that I used to toss it. No longer. </div>
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Now the skin goes, salted and cut into small strips, into a non-stick pan on a low flame. And if you have one of those things that look like the child of a strainer and a ping-pong paddle, put it over.</div>
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Leave it on its own while you make whatever else you're making. It starts to change colour, spitting a little, shrivelling and crisping and after a few more minutes and a bit of turning becomes crunchy and golden and irresistible. Properly irresistible. It is the most delicious thing, and I can't think of any chicken dish it doesn't improve. Sandwiches, soups, noodles, rice, anything, really. </div>
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If you don't want to use it right away you can leave it in the fridge, and use it to enliven leftovers. My favourites: crisp some to crumble over soups of the heartier variety, like black beans. </div>
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Let them cook til golden and use the rendered fat to cook fried rice, or to make a hash with cooked potatoes, or for the most heavenly ropa vieja.</div>
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lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-57868609064523570242013-12-01T13:02:00.000+01:002013-12-02T11:04:35.795+01:00A review of Puro Fairtrade Coffee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0ZkxklXAruWMUDozc5ke8HabGzOJMSDuy_vDOfADKVfwY5204WGQk1r-xXc5aEr7jAexGN-XAEJeO7RsPxZW0QWtloKMnrekXBOpYpyUYPQdq7aBqdsXzP9HteTBlsni-0CfYQ/s1600/purocoffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0ZkxklXAruWMUDozc5ke8HabGzOJMSDuy_vDOfADKVfwY5204WGQk1r-xXc5aEr7jAexGN-XAEJeO7RsPxZW0QWtloKMnrekXBOpYpyUYPQdq7aBqdsXzP9HteTBlsni-0CfYQ/s400/purocoffee.jpg" width="357" /></a>Disclaimer: I have never in my life written a review, and it's been keeping me awake and away from the blog. But I said I would so now I have to write a coffee review.<br />
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Well. Not "have to" so much as "have to". I mean, I want to do it, but it's given me a bad case of blogger's block, and if I don't get it out soon it's going to dry up lobstersquad completely. Not that anyone would care, but still.<br />
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The thing is, a couple of months ago (!) I received a sweet email from someone who not only gave me a really good recipe for cabbage salad but also offered to send me some samples of Puro Fairtrade coffee to review.<br />
And I blithely said "yes". Like I had any idea how.<br />
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And have I enjoyed it? Of course I have. Of course. It really is lovely coffee. Fairtrade is really the only quality that I can't ruin with my coffee making methods, which are on the rough and ready side. The whole Puro coffee story is wonderful, and you can check it out on <a href="http://vimeo.com/48364311" target="_blank">this video</a>, which tells you the whole story much better than I could.<br />
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The best news in all this? Puro Fairtrade coffee only sells to coffee shops and other professional outlets. So it's not up to me (or you?) to ruin a good cup . I have recently found that a small café in my neighbourhood serves it, so I can get my fix in a much more convenient and delicious way.<br />
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I wish I could make an informed critique of the differences between the different coffees I received. The thing is, I like coffee very well, but I tend to think of it the Spanish way. For us "un café" is as much about the social occasion as about the drink. You can meet friends "for coffee" and end up drinking Coca-Cola, orange juice or hot chocolate, and nobody is a bit surprised. And at home I usually drink tea. So it isn´t up to me to detect how Puro Organic, with its 100% Arabica content, has a touch of citrus. I have never, ever, not once, detected a touch of citrus in anything other than oranges and lemons. Sad, but true. (Are you thinking about pearls and swine by now? I'm not surprised)<br />
Likewise, Puro Fuerte, is a dark roast and makes me think that Puro Noble is "medium" in this whole new universe. Like Tall Grande and Venti, except, of course, NOT, because in every way superior to that chainy mermaidy stuff.<br />
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There was also a sachet of hot chocolate that my children pronounced top notch. They are actually conoisseurs and can tell Cola-Cao from Nesquik a mile away. Perhaps they should have done the whole review?<br />
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So there you are. Watch the video, browse <a href="http://www.purocoffee.com/uk/index" target="_blank">Puro Fairtrade Coffee</a>, save the rainforest, see if you can find a place nearby that serves it because it really is good in every possible way.<br />
And if you're really good and I get permission one day I'll post the recipe for the cabbage salad.<br />
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<br />lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-42307023726912390842013-10-03T13:08:00.000+02:002013-10-04T11:30:36.962+02:00October holidays<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Brits are different from every else. They love to make a point of this in every possible way and so here we are, with a two week school holiday in October. It is mysterious and not all that convenient, but on the other hand, it's a holiday, so let's not complain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Mountains of ice cream from La Romana. Like, loads. Every day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The puntillitas at Plaza de Opera. And on the way back, get some of that great lewerwürst from calle Arenal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Heaps of the mustard noodles and the aubergines at Buen Gusto.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Perhaps the <a href="http://www.elmundo.es/elmundo/2012/06/19/madrid/1340124405.html" target="_blank">Armando</a>. Maybe. We'll see.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Camporeal olives. Salchichón de Vic. Picos de Antequera. Picnicking if at all possible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2006/09/porra-antequerana.html" target="_blank">Porra</a>, because tomatoes right now are begging for it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Empanada gallega, which I will make from the lots of tins nobody bothers with at my parents' after they've eaten the sardines and the tuna.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Try the new Garriga on López de Hoyos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Lots of cañas, of course (let's leave the kids home for that. Likewise, the Gin and tonic sampling).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">That insane eggy airy thing from La Duquesita I tried last time whose name I can't remember.</span></div>
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I still think it's pretty great, and make it often. A bit after reading Francis Lam's <a href="http://www.salon.com/2010/06/19/ginger_scallion_sauce_recipe/" target="_blank">article</a>, I saw a similar recipe in the <a href="http://www.saveur.com/article/Recipes/Ginger-Scallion-Noodles" target="_blank">Momofuku</a> cookbook. It's even simpler, just spring onion and ginger and salt and oil, with a small dash of Sherry vinegar. It's good, but I prefer the taste of cooked spring onion. I also find that it's so moreish that if I make a whole big batch that is supposed to keep in the fridge, it disappears in a single meal. And that's a lot of oil for a single meal. </div>
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Late summer has hit me hard this year. Three books to finish on the same deadline, and my daughter starting school. With a method they use here in the UK whereby the parent spends almost as much time at the school as the child, carefully letting them go in such easy stages that the wee one will have no trauma whatsoever. The mother, of course, is sticking straws in her hair by that point. </div>
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Still, that's over. And thanks to those lovely dinner ladies, you will not be having to endure me banging on about lunch boxes. We'll leave that to Amanda Hesser and <a href="http://food52.com/blog/category/169-amanda-s-kids-lunch" target="_blank">her science fiction kids</a>.</div>
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Thank goodness for the freezer, then. Full of good stuff, it gets you through anything, because even if you're making grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner, cooking some frozen leaf spinach slowly with a bit of butter and garlic cumin and a few raisins makes it look like a proper meal. Which it is.</div>
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There is non-cooking, almost non-cooking, and then there is get-out-of-jail-free-card cooking. By which I mean, tin opener cooking, or twist of the wrist cooking, which is, in fact, not doing anything cooking. Dolce far niente.</div>
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The stuff in your store cupboard. The special stuff that you buy on holiday or in that cute, expensive deli, and then don't use because it's, you know, special. And you like the look of those labels, sitting so prettily next to the rice and the garbanzos, and like to think they make your larder look like Elizabeth David's.</div>
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I now have a box that is super extra special and that I really am rationing like a castaway. It came all the way from Sicily, from Fabrizia Lanza (you know her from <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/sicilian-orange-and-fennel-salad.html" target="_blank">this earlier post</a>, and <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/gnocchi-di-ricotta.html" target="_blank">this one</a>, and <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/what-i-have-learnt-bit-anyway.html" target="_blank">this one</a>), and is chock full of gorgeous stuff. <a href="http://annatascalanza.com/index.php/it/prodotti" target="_blank">Dried tomatoes, tomato sauce, tomato paste, dried herbs, tangerine jam</a>, all done with produce from the kitchen garden at the school. I did the drawings on the labels, so there's an element of shameless self promotion, but not much. This, like the best Italian cooking, is all about the ingredients.</div>
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lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-67675513604025219932013-07-23T12:02:00.000+02:002013-07-23T12:02:27.751+02:00Fresh and quick tomato sauce<br />
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This is a sauce that you can make in the middle of a blizzard at the top of a mountain, and it takes all of five or six minutes to make, so it's perfect for eating with fresh pasta, or for topping shop bought pizza bases. It keeps for days in the fridge and freezes well. It's a friendly little thing, basically, and good to know.</div>
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You know that thing where you put off writing a thank you letter and then it's too late to send just a normal letter and it builds up in your mind until you sort of hate the person who did something nice in the first place? Or is that just me? Whatever.</div>
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So let's just say it's all due to summer cooking. Because so far, and touch wood, we've had a lot of proper summer days. And that means the lazy kind of cooking. The tomato salad (with cherry tomatoes from Murcia). The steam-grilled asparagus. The bowls of strawberries and yogurt. The walks to the good ice cream shop. The bags of cherries.The picnics on the beach, the grilled sausages, the big salads, the tins of sardines with avocado toast and yes, the gazpacho. No kidding, it got to the point where one afternoon I thought I just had to have a bowl of the stuff.</div>
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I would never have expected it from him, but there you go. His books are full of things I'd love to eat but would never cook. Buckets of cream, stern instructions, a general expectation of ingredients individually wrapped in crisp paper packages by knowing artisan sellers...And above all, the assumption that if you want good food, you must cook it carefully, slowly and well, and behave as if you have no children, deadlines, or arteries.</div>
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The man is also on TV. Where he is a calm, ever so slightly dull voice amidst the hysterical babble. No flirting with the camera, no licking of fingers, no jumping madly from hob to oven while chucking harissa, herbs, miso and vanilla at some poor unsuspecting piece of fish.</div>
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So behold my amazement when <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ia52HjV6-Y8" target="_blank">he starts to make kedgeree</a> (min. 16)and instead of poaching the smoked haddock first and using the stock to make the rice, he put the whole piece of fish directly into the pot. Marvelous. No wonder he is often referred to as Saint Simon of Hopkinson.</div>
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You can see <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/it-seems-that-every-minute-two-or-three.html" target="_blank">my recipe here</a>, like I used to make it. Simply ignore the first bit and jump into cooking the rice. If you want to make it the normal way, and not as a risotto, simply use the same amount of water as you would of rice, and let the rice steam a few minutes, off the hob, so it's fluffier.</div>
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Spanish readers: please someone try this with salt cod and let me know how it goes.</div>
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I was reading about William Edward Parry, and how he kept his crew fit by growing mustard and cress on top of the heating pipes inside their ice bound ship, and instantly decided to give it a go. </div>
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Now, I won't pretend that scurvy is a clear and present danger in Aberdeen in 2013. Hardly that. But there are days when the wind howls and the rain pelts and everything is the exact shade of slate grey, when the last thing you want is to leave the house to buy plastic wrapped pasticky vegetables. And those days can fall on May 23rd, like today.</div>
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On those days it's just easier to take inspiration from a book of Polar exploration than from Elisabeth David waxing lyrical about the diet of the Mediterranean peasant.</div>
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Also, it dispels that weedy hippy image you can't help associating with sprouts. Not that Polar explorers are gourmands, but weedy? No.</div>
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Turns out, it's very easy to sprout stuff. Seeds just can't help themselves, they really really want to become plants. So this method works with anything, but to my taste, lentils are the best. They are quick and they are so delicious, you can't stop munching once they're out. Seriously. Forget about the health thing, these things are just plain irresistible.</div>
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lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-78954077983998466022013-05-10T13:04:00.001+02:002013-05-10T13:04:58.278+02:00Picnic season<br />
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Picnic season is here. It doesn't matter if you are in the "sit on a nettle, eating a wasp" camp or constantly babble "everything tastes better outdoors".</div>
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Like it or not, at some point between now and the end of September you will be balancing a sandwich on your knee.</div>
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I myself, am a big fan. I am so prone to picnics that I have several times dragged my children to our neighbourhood park in dead of winter, clutching a thermos of hot chocolate and some biscuits, the better to enjoy the too-early sunsets.</div>
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Scotland has that very British craziness of combining the perfect scenery with the worst possible weather. And yet we soldier on.</div>
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I won't post recipes, because really, all you need for a picnic is some sunshine, a bit of grass or sand, a blanket, cheese, bread, fruit and water. And if you can make sure the beer is cold, bless you. And nobody ever said no to chocolate.</div>
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And don't forget to pack a bottle opener, and a fresbee, or a ball, or a kite, or something that will lull you into a pleasant sense of having been active and outdoorsy as you drift off into a well deserved nap.</div>
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I was used to hot weather picnics, which mean coolers full of ice where you nestle the cherries and the chocolate. Where a blanket has to protect your bare legs from thorns and spiky dry grass. And where shade is of the essence.</div>
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Now I grapple with such issues as wind breakers, waterproof blankets and wellington boots. But I am free from the ghost of melted chocolate, and if I want a cold drink I only have to plunge a bottle into the icy sea for a couple of minutes.</div>
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I do have a bit of a problem with the props. I take a stand against tupperware, paper plates and napkins and plastic glasses. And I hate to see packaging marr the view.</div>
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So it's wicker baskets and inconvenient picnic tins for me. And tiffin boxes, striped tea towels, Swiss army knives and enamel plates and cups. It's annoying, but picnics aren't about convenience. They're about nostalgia and pretending to be a character in English literature. Up to you wether you want to be Sebastian with the teddy bear and the strawberries, or Ratty and Mole with the potted-ham-potted-tongue.</div>
lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-26061286505659399902013-05-01T13:45:00.001+02:002013-05-01T13:45:39.243+02:00Salad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Better weather, sunshine, the first timid buds showing...spring is late this year, but it will come, eventually.<br />
A meal of <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2006/10/balsamic-rage.html" target="_blank">salad</a>, <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/chicken-liver-pate.html" target="_blank">paté</a> and toast, with some rhubarb and custard at the end, is perfect.<br />
The crayons and pencils and watercolours come outdoors after a whole winter inside, and so we have more sketches, which can only be a good thing.<br />
More soon.lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-10320235449903218452013-04-23T13:40:00.000+02:002013-04-23T13:58:07.721+02:00Lentils, pressure cooked.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I guess now is not a very good time to convince people that pressure cookers are perfectly safe, convenient little gizmos that don't explode. They really don't, you know, unless you make them. </div>
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But I can see that the image problem is not likely to go away, so I suggest we call them express pots, like we do in Spanish. Olla Express, now, isn't that a gadget you'd be glad to use? Dear manufacturers and marketers, you are welcome to the idea. I am a pressure cooker evangelist and will be glad to have more converts to the cause.</div>
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So, anyway. The recipe. Lentils, cooked until just al dente, well dressed with a punchy dressing and a few crunchy things. It may be one of the perfect side dishes, and is one of my favourite things for lunch. You'll probably only find Puy or so called Puy lentils, but of course I would recommend Spanish pedrosillanas for this.</div>
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Here's what you do. You take your express pot (see what I just did there?) and put in a cup of lentils, a bay leaf or a good pinch of dried oregano, some salt, and perhaps a garlic clove or a shallot. Salt is controversial so you can do without and use it later, if you prefer.</div>
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Put these lentils in a pretty bowl or plate, and while they're warm, dress them. Olive oil and lemon for starters, and then any or all of these, well chopped: capers, shallots, dill pickles, parsley, almonds. You may want a touch of mustard, perhaps some sherry vinegar, probably some black pepper. See how you like it, and try it once again before you serve because they soak up the dressing a lot and you may want more oil or lemon or salt.</div>
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I love this with another salad of <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/winter-salads-part-ii-beets.html" target="_blank">beets</a>, or grated carrots. And boiled eggs and brown bread, or smoked mackerel, or <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.co.uk/2007/07/sausages-in-balsamic-glaze.html" target="_blank">these sausages</a>. Anything, really.</div>
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All you do is chop some celery, onion and carrot into little dice. If it makes you feel better by all means call it mirepoix. Sweat this in a little oil or butter or both, inside your express pot (ahem) and add the lentils and liquid, plus a cup or good stock, if you have it. If not, water with a bit of good stock powder will be fine, or just water, but the real chicken stock brings it up a few notches.</div>
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Bring up to pressure, give it three minutes. This is an understated soup, but very good. It has more heft than just vegetables, but is way gentler than all lentils. Put some lemon juice and some Sherry there, too, and perhaps a few fresh herbs to brighten the colour. It is just the thing for these spring days that are always colder than you hoped.</div>
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lobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-54912283265721171562013-04-16T11:14:00.002+02:002013-04-16T11:14:21.760+02:00Back to blogging<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0YPeIHzIv22eVAfhWQstKnb28WWO4vzc7JBY2ODHcY8I0Yluzv-S-V9fdEDCmkVBaSBPlnHuaN9oBeh5xs7USOAw0TQUAWXTSPj4meLAu1t_kecsoIwKN64O0Kj7tGjurp5Mkw/s1600/OFM.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0YPeIHzIv22eVAfhWQstKnb28WWO4vzc7JBY2ODHcY8I0Yluzv-S-V9fdEDCmkVBaSBPlnHuaN9oBeh5xs7USOAw0TQUAWXTSPj4meLAu1t_kecsoIwKN64O0Kj7tGjurp5Mkw/s400/OFM.JPG" width="400" /></a>Hello dears.<br />
I've been away for a month and during all that time I would think "oh, I have to do a post about this" but then I'd forget, or I'd have to meet a deadline, or I'd rush off to the other end of the Mediterranean, or I'd go to a wedding, or a carrousel, or have to choose the colour of a wall. It was pretty exhausting, let me tell you.<br />
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When we got back, I thought it would be good to do a post about the food you eat when you come home after a month. And another about the foods I was glad to have again. And another about what I brought back in my suitcase. But then I got sidetracked by packing, and then, bla bla bla. You know. The usual.<br />
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Which is to say, I will be back, I will write, I will post, and there will be recipes. There is a certain olive oil cake that brings tears of joy. A salty yogurt drink. A nifty way with run-of-the-mill mozzarella. Etc. But first, I need to do some work.<br />
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In the meantime, I leave you with this sketchbook page. It has drawings of all the faces in last month's Observer Food Monthly. Geeks may recognize my clumsy attempts at Nigel Slater, Rene Redzepi and Danny Bowien there somewhere.<br />
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New readers, enjoy my <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2012/03/food-blog-heaven.html" target="_blank">Sicilian</a> <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2012/03/sicilian-orange-and-fennel-salad.html" target="_blank">posts</a> of last year. Old readers, take <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2012/04/what-i-have-learnt-bit-anyway.html" target="_blank">another</a> <a href="http://lobstersquad.blogspot.com.es/2012/04/gnocchi-di-ricotta.html" target="_blank">look</a> and tell me how lucky I am to be going again to the Anna Tasca Lanza cookery school. Béa of La Tartine Gourmande is doing a workshop. You will never see buckets of ricotta looking so pretty.<br />
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Will report back. Ciao for nowlobstersquadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16130188841853502828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26917748.post-2053007316927441462013-03-04T18:21:00.000+01:002013-03-04T18:21:14.910+01:00Cocido Madrileño<br />
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However, half the point of cocido, or puchero, or potaje, berza, olla, fabada, caldo or escudella, whatever you want to call it, is to make it into an exercise of nostalgia. You make the type they make where you are from. And if you don't have someone back in the old village who kills a pig and can send you a few chorizos, you will at least find a market stall with a charcutería from your region, because the butcher is sure to have someone back home sending him the good stuff.</div>
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And then you will make it and eat it and argue with your friends the relative merits of the cocido montañés over the cocido maragato, as the case may be. And you may have to loosen a button or two, and a grand time will be had by all.</div>
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I, of course, come from Madrid, which also happens to have the best cocido of them all. Naturally. So I skip the arguing part.</div>
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Cocido in Madrid means chickpeas, not beans. It has beef, and ham, and chorizo and morcilla and tocino and chicken. And potatoes and cabbage. And tomato sauce. We serve the broth first, with noodles, which is basically the only difference with most of the others.</div>
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As I say, half the point is in the experience. In going to market on a Saturday morning, queuing, maybe even fighting a little, getting some advice, wheedling a couple of extra marrow bones from the butcher, stopping for a caña on the way back. Obviously I can't do that in Aberdeen. Even if there was a market, I wouldn't find all the ingredients I need. </div>
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Except that I've discovered that if you take the broad, sweeping view, and attack the thing in a can-do spirit, you can make a wonderful exile's cocido. My version is unorthodox, but it's easier. Also, because it's not really cocido madrileño it can stand in for most of the regional versions. It is as heretic to call this a cocido as it would be to call it a puchero, so go ahead and make it and call it whatever you want.</div>
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What I do is boil the meat and chickpeas, sautee the sausages, and serve the cabbage as a salad. Different textures and colours , and it's pretty quick, you'll see.</div>
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First off, shopping. Potatoes, chickpeas and cabbage are all easy. The shin of beef, also. Here it's cut like osso buco but that's ok. There is no jamón serrano, but there are beautiful smoked ham hocks. There are no boiling hens, and for my streamlined method I can't use normal chicken, so I do without. Likewise the tocino is off the books. There is enough pork fat anyway. For morcilla I refuse to substitute haggis, because, you know. Enough already. </div>
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The chorizo found here is not very good. Instead, I buy the very excellent local pork sausages, and hit them with garlic and pimentón. It is awesome.</div>
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Now, for the method. Quantities are for 4/6.</div>
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Put 500 gr of chickpeas, unsoaked, in a 6 litre pressure cooker. Add a smoked ham hock, two pieces of osso bucco or a single 1 kg piece of beef shin (or oxtails, or tongue. Whatever you have). A bay leaf, carrot and whole onion and celery stick are nice.</div>
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When it comes up to pressure, give it 40 minutes and let it drop naturally.</div>
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This takes about an hour altogether.</div>
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In the meantime you can shred a head of white cabbage and dress it simply with a bit of raw garlic, cumin, olive oil, vinegar and salt.</div>
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All this can be done ahead, first thing in the morning, or even the day before.</div>
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When it's almost time to eat, cut up the sausages into chunks the size of a walnut. Sautee them over high heat in your largest frying pan. When they're crusty and golden, add a spoonful of pimentón and a couple of crushed garlic cloves. Swirl it around, and put it on a platter so as not to burn the garlic or the pimentón.</div>
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Now, when you open the pot you'll see that you have tender meat and a lovely golden broth. First, fish out the vegetables and throw them away. </div>
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Now, take out the meat and put it on a platter in large chunks. The marrow bones are the best bit and you should probably stake them out. Cook's treat.</div>
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Strain the broth. You can heat it up in a separate pan and boil some tiny noodles in it. Or simply serve it in mugs or consommé cups. This is, without a doubt, the single most delicious soup you will ever have. Just saying.</div>
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When that is over, have the meat, chickpeas and fake chorizo, with the fresh and zingy cabbage slaw.</div>
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If you have very hungry people to feed, or more than you expected, or you are counting on having leftovers, you could consider boiling some potatoes while you make the salad. </div>
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This is not essential but highly recommended, since it gives you a higher chance at achieving the highest purpose of cocido: having ropa vieja the next day, and arroz del señorito after that (I promise to post about the leftovers).</div>
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Illustration is a sketch copied from a photo in Jerusalem. </div>
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