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Week 54. Hungary. Goulash.

5 Feb

For those reading this blog from overseas, let me paint a picture of London this weekend. It’s bloody freezing. When I teed off yesterday morning it was -3 degrees and when I finished 4 hours later it had peaked at a glorious -1. Late last night it snowed and today we were treated to the rancid phenomena of slush. Our snowfall was rubbish, an inch at best, and today we have all just gone out and squashed it, driven on it and turned it to mush. Tonight it will likely freeze solid and tomorrow morning, at 6:30am and in the dark, I will likely fall on it on my way to work. I will likely soak my suit, bruise my side and swear my entire way to work. I detest snow, unless it is in a suitable location, like a snowfield or on TV. For me it just creates issues. Yes the kids love it and yes it is pretty when you are walking in it when it is coming down, but that’s for such a small moment and then it is just a hassle. I know it is a Sunday night, I’m a bit tired and grumpy, but I’m over it.

I think I am just going to get it all out today and focus on how utterly bored I am of this long winter. Today is Feb 5 and the cold weather started in October. That’s over 100 days since it has been warm. Today my wife questioned why I was looking so pale and suggested I put some tinted moisturizer on my face. What?! I’m pale because my skin last saw warm sun over 100 days ago! I go to work in the dark and out of my window I look at another building through a stretch of 20 feet of outside. This is the only daylight I see for 5 days a week. A grey building lit by dull sunlight which disappears by 4pm. I leave for home at 6:30, again in the dark, to get up again in the dark. Repeat. No wonder people get depressed in Winter!

Anyway, I am an optimist so am looking forward to the days when the sun is out, the snow is gone and it feels like it is never dark. Bring. It . On.

I drew Hungary this week and immediately remembered conversations with two Hungarians who told me “when you draw Hungary you must phone me”. Unfortunately, unless I have made a glaring mistake, I no longer have contact with those people. One being an ex-girlfriend of a friend and one being an ex-workmate.

Apart from being able to do an awesome Hungarian accent, and knowing loads of people who have been to and loved Budapest (it’s on the list of places to visit) I don’t know a lot about Hungary. So – I decided that I would do the best known dish. If you are anything like me, you will have heard of Goulash, but never tried it. I assumed, terribly, that it was a glutinous mass of tasteless stewed vegetables and meat, but that is so far from the truth. Goulash is a stew (which can be watered down to a soup) which is laden with paprika which makes it sweet and smokey. The meat is beef which is slow cooked, adding to the depth of the dish. It is known for being a farmers dish, cooked in one pot over a fire and often to bulk it up potato. When Goulash is made in the home, it seems there are examples of when the potato is not in the dish, but alongside it, and this allows me to cook potatoes in the way I like the very most. Here is the order of my potato eating preference from least to most.

  • Wedged (I can’t stand how they are usually soggy)
  • Roasted (Good for Roast….but not much else)
  • Grated (Hash browns are chavvy and Rosti is a bit middle of the road)
  • Chipped (Skinny are amazing, Fat don’t do it for me)
  • Mashed (With the right dish it doesn’t get much better – if cooked well)
  • Boiled (oh yes – the best)

Boiled potatoes are hardly ever served in the UK. Mainly as it is not 1950 anymore, but they are delicious. They are potatoes as they should be. Not fried, roasted in fat drenched in cream or cooked with bacon. They hold their texture well, absorb sauce and can be light enough to not feel like you are being bloated with starch. I am a massive fan. With goulash they worked perfectly.

Goulash is a great dish. It is far better than its reputation and if you are looking for a hearty stew option, don’t bother with the standard thyme and oregano flavoured version – add in mountains of paprika and give this one a go. I will be doing it this way again many times.

Recipe:

  • 500G Stewing Beef
  • 1 Onion
  • 5 Large Potatoes
  • 4 TBSP Paprika
  • 1/2 Tsp Marjoram
  • 1/2 Tsp  Caraway seeds
  • Water
  • 4 Hours.

In a casserole cook the onions in oil or butter until soft. Add in the beef and brown. Add all the herbs/spices and stir in for 3 mins. Add enough water to cover it and let simmer for 4 hours. Keep adding more water if it dries up. Season at the end to taste.

Boil the potatoes and serve together.

Week 30. France. Steak Tartare

7 Feb

Oh man I felt the pressure this week. Not only is France my favourite country but the choices of what to cook were endless. Did I make the Beignet’s I used to buy on the beaches of the Sud de  France? What about Moule Marinere – which I would guess I have eaten over 250 times? Should I choose Soupe de Poisson or risk offending people with Foie Gras? I found it really hard to decide.

Last summer, as I lay by a pool in Cucuron (see earlier blog post) in Provence I calculated that I am only about 4 weeks short of spending an entire year in France spread over various holidays. I literally cannot get enough of the place.  Every summer throughout my childhood we would pack up the car and drive for two days until we reached the sun-baked South Coast and Argeles. Every day revolved around food. We would get up and walk to get croissants and baguettes which we would nibble the ends of on the walk home. In the morning on the beach we would buy the Beignet’s and chocolate covered nuts from guys who walked up and down. At lunch time we would head back to our Villa and have Le Vache Qui Rit on left over bread with Pate de Campagne and Cornichons. For dinner we would barbeque (always) and it had to be Merquez Sausages which are popular in France due to the North African influences there. Late night we would stroll along the beach into Argeles town and my brother, sister and I would buy Boules of Glace (ice cream) and my parents would drink another Bierre. It was the best. Continue reading 

Week 29. Argentina. Milanesa

31 Jan

I’m frustratingly short of time this week so rather than a lot of text, I’m doing a picture blog.

In Short. Argentinians eat a lot of beef, they freaking love the stuff….as do I. I chose a traditional dish in which you take a cheap cut of beef, smash the fibres to pieces with a meat tenderizer, breadcrumb it and fry. This is eaten with a fresh salad.

I started by taking a steak (I used a cheap Rump) and with my meat tenderizer I gave it a good beating until it was flattened to about 5mm.

I then cut the steak into thin strips

Each strip was then dipped in egg and then breadcrumbs (which I had chopped fresh Oregano and added to).

I then fried them for less than 2 minutes.

I have to be honest – I didn’t really rate them. They were schnitzel-esque but with a schnitzel the pork or chicken usually used makes them taste light. These were really heavy and the beef had to battle with two layers of breadcrumbs which overpowered it. In retrospect I should have cooked “Parrilla” which is effectively a mass of barbecued meat. Oh well – some weeks fail.

Next week I will be cooking a dish from France! The pressure is on.

Week 9. Bolivia. Pique a lo Macho

27 Jul

Cocaine Pie?

Well, hardly, but as soon as I drew Bolivia it was the first thing which leapt to mind. I have a fact about Bolivia which I find incredible: in 1983 a drug trafficker from Bolivia called Gomez (known world wide as “The King of Cocaine”) wrote to Ronald Reagan offering to pay off the entire Bolivian national debt of $3 Billion in exchange for his son, who was arrested in the US for…drug trafficking. Surprisingly they turned him down. Naively, that is about all I know about Bolivia apart from sweeping assumptions I have made from its location in South America.

I made the dish after a tough day in the office as year end is approaching (our financial year ends tomorrow), but the dish ended up being a release as it tasted like a 2am kebab on a Saturday night. All my work stresses left my body and I sank into the sofa devouring the food as though I had chucked 9 pints and a couple of shots down me. Kebabs are great as they’re spicy, meaty, carb fueled (for the booze soaking) and laced with oil…which sucks up the flavours. This had it all. I thought the chips underneath were unnecessary, but they tasted good once they had soaked up the juice. I just got a bit frustrated as they made me feel full when I had so much more beef, sausage and egg to eat. I managed it though!

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