Something Old, Something New…

Recently I dug out the first issue of Delicious Magazine that I ever bought.  The October 2002 edition.  I did this because I wanted to see how much has changed foodwise since I arrived in Australia nearly 13 years ago.  It might seem like quite a random thing to do but recently I received the 80th issue of Donna Hay Magazine and I thought it called for a stroll down memory lane.  And so off we go!

October 2002 doesn’t seem like that long ago on one hand, but on the other hand it is a lifetime ago.  In October 2002, I had been in Australia for less than 4 months, I lived in Bondi, I didn’t work.   I had my days relatively free to study and cook.  I don’t think I did that much cooking back then, but to be honest, it’s hard to remember now.  What do people do when they don’t work—what did I do all day when I didn’t work?  I suppose it’s then that 2002 seems like a long, forgotten time ago.

Looking back at the magazine, 2002 really was ages ago.  First of all, the magazine was $4.95- it’s now $7.50.  There’s an ad for Jamie Oliver’s book, “The Return of the Naked Chef” and he looks like a child.  He’s thin, he’s young, he’s the Jamie Oliver that everyone loved before he discovered his soapbox.

The food itself is- well, it’s not too different but it’s clearly from a time before Masterchef.   The ingredients are all pretty straight forward, as are the techniques.  There’s a recipe for White Wine Spritzer and for Asparagus on sticks.  It’s approachable- unlike this month’s magazine where many recipes should be started a day in advance and the phrase “you will need a kitchen blowtorch” appears at least once (I’m looking at you mile high chocolate meringue pie and “Caramelised White chocolate ice cream and brownie sandwiches.)

The celebrity guest of the magazine is Ainsley Harriott- who according to his Wikipedia page, hasn’t done much recently but who you may remember from Ready Steady Cook in the UK.

Most interesting to me, was the section on Jelly (jell-o for the American readers!)  It was only just before the Mom left that we were talking about my grandmother making elaborate Jello moulds involving all sorts of ingredients and how you never see them anymore.   How fortuitous then, that I’ve happened across a 13 year old magazine with an article on jelly moulds.  It must mean that it’s time for a jelly (jell-o) revival!  The only question now is which will I choose- the somewhat tame Fresh Strawberry jelly?  Chocolate Jelly with Praline?  Mango and Vanilla Marble Jelly?  Honeycomb Jelly?  Gin & Tonic Jelly with Macerated Fruits?  Or the Tia Maria Jelly with Chocolate Cream?  My first choice would be the Tia Maria, however only one of us likes coffee in the house it looks like we’ll be going for the fresh strawberry jelly or the chocolate jelly with praline.

Unfortunately, the culinary delights of 2002 are a bit lacking and there aren’t too many things that I’m jumping out at me to cook this week so I’ve decided to fast forward back to this month’s Delicious to find a main course!  There actually is a lot to choose from, but for some reason the Pollo Tinto (Red Wine and Chocolate Chicken) stood out for Sunday dinner….I think it will pair nicely with the Chocolate Jelly and Praline!

To stay with the theme of old and new this week, I’ll also be making Oven Roasted Sriracha Pork Chops with Asian Greens from this month’s Donna Hay and Pan fried Veal with soft polenta and blue cheese from my earliest edition of the magazine—June 2007!

The Apple

So my wonderful husband, The Runner, gave me the best surprise for my birthday that I could ask for—The Mom came to visit with her best friend.  I think it’s safe to say that all three of us had a blast and there were many tears at the airport this morning (I cried like a two year old and nearly wrapped myself around my mom’s leg so she couldn’t leave).  I loved having her here and I think she enjoyed being here.

For me, the best part of having her here was seeing her interact with my friends and with The Runner- it’s really great to have all of my favorite people getting along and on the same continent.

For The Runner, I think he liked having her here because our house has NEVER been cleaner.  It’s like she bought stock in Mr. Clean on the way over- she cleaned our fridge until it sparkled, cleaned up our garden (and discarded all the ghosts of garden projects past), and organised nearly every plastic bag, Ziploc bag and bit of saran wrap that she could find in the kitchen drawers.  I’m sure she would have cleaned out our kitchen cabinets and alphabetise our spices as well but I did force her to go sightseeing.

For The Mom, it is clear what she loved the most about being here…. The Food.  I think she had calamari for at least 11 of the 16 days she was here.  She could probably give you a definitive ranking of calamari in Sydney if you asked her.

I made sure that she sampled as much of Sydney’s wonderful cuisine including Gelato Messina, Mr. Wong’s, Chin Chin and Huxtaburger in Melbourne, Temporada and Monster in Canberra, and Jazz City in Sydney—twice.

In the two weeks she was here, we ate at Jazz City BBQ twice—nearly the same number of times that I made dinner for her at home.  She absolutely LOVED it- both times.  She probably would have gone back a third time but we ran out of time.   She ate ribs, she had burgers, she had pecan pie.  She loved the BBQ sauce, and the potato salad, and especially the cornbread. Never mind the Opera House and Harbour Bridge.  I think Jazz City BBQ was her favourite place in Australia.  She’s already looking forward to her next visit back to Sydney- not to see me, but for more ribs.

I’m not surprised, since Jazz City is one of my favourite places to eat in Sydney and the older I get, the more I’m becoming my mother.  This isn’t a bad thing, because she’s getting much cooler the older she gets.  Well, she’s always been cool but I didn’t quite see it the same way when she was telling me to eat broccoli and clean my room growing up.   The older I get, the more I realise how similar we have become—or maybe we always were similar but I notice it more now.   It’s sort of like watching and listening to a smarter, more accomplished, and wiser version of myself…  I loved having her here!  I guess it only goes to show that the Apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree!

The big 3-5

I cannot actually believe that I’m 35.

35 sounds old- like pets, houses, kids and hover cars old.  I thought when I turned 35 in 2015 I would have at least one of each (thank you back to the future) and I would probably be really depressed about not having any of those things if everything weren’t so good.  34 was amazing, it may be controversial but I’m going to call it my best year ever.  Of course there were some set backs- but even a broken toe didn’t slow me down.   Well, it did but only physically!  34 was a year where more things went right than wrong.
I scored an amazing husband, had an amazing holiday, learned to make a soufflé, started a job that I like and had my mom come visit.  I mean really- how could 35 top that?
Of course, I’m rooting for 35 to be better- I don’t want to have peaked at 34.  That would be….sad, depressing, and really awkward for the next 50 or so years.  I’m hoping 34 was the start of a long road up- rather than the apex.   35 is off to a good start so far, I mean already I have the two people I love most in the world in the same city and on the same couch.  That Never happens- ever!  
So, hopefully 35 and I are going to be friends, I’m liking it so far, and who knows in 364 days I might be waving to you from the window of my hover car… You never know!!!

#winning

Sometimes you have good days, and sometimes you have amazing days- and sometimes you just have to admit that things are pretty bloody good.  And that’s what I’m doing.  Because this week I’m #winning.  Actually, my entire year of being 34, I think has been pretty unbelievable.

First, I’ll state the obvious- duke won the national championship.  I’ll say it again.  Duke WON!  Woohooooo!  But that’s really just the icing on what has been an amazing few days which really has been the perfect end to what has turned out to be a banner year. 
 34- I quite liked you.  You were fun.  You were one of the best years ever!  And my husband, The Runner, is making sure 35 is off to a pretty good start.
He’s managed to pull off the all time best birthday present ever- by surprising me with a visit from The Mom.  (Except of course for the gift of life Mommy- thanks for not leaving me in the hospital). That’s right, this is not a drill.  The Mom is in the house!!!  And I had no idea she was coming.  To say that I was shocked to see her is an understatement.  To say that I was happy to see her, doesn’t even scratch the surface of elation I feel having her here.  It’s awesome!  I am slightly concerned about her being let loose in Sydney- I’m actually more concerned for Sydney, since she’s here with her Bestie, Auntie El and they’re galavanting around while The Runner and I are at work.  So watch out Sydney, The MOM is out and about- you’d better be on your best behaviour!

All Rise…

So during the week I had the amazing opportunity to take a Souffle class taught by French Pastry Chef Vincent Gadan at Signorelli Gastronomia in Pyrmont.  I will admit that going into it, I wasn’t really aware of what was going on.  I’m not a big Souffle lover- they’re nice but I’ve never tried to make one and I can’t remember the last time I had one in a restaurant. I hadn’t read the class description carefully or really taken notice of who would be teaching it.  To say that I went in with no expectations, would be about right.

But it was fantastic!

First of all, the Signorelli Gastronomia space is fantastic- any restaurant with a Red Wine Room, White Wine Room AND a Cheese Room is already a winner in my eyes.  The menu looked really tasty– we only had light canapes so that we didn’t fill up before class but the Parmesan cheese was served scooped out of an actual cheese wheel and the cured meats were Tasty with a capital T!  The Italian staff were really lovely, attentive and super helpful.

Secondly, Vincent Gadan is fantastic!  I immediately recognised him from Masterchef where he had performed in a pressure test a couple of years ago and taught contestants tarts– which look delicious!  In person, he is every bit the stereotypical French Pastry Chef- very charming, very accented, very precise and very knowledgeable.

The class was quite small- only about 10 of us and we were divided into pairs.  We watched him demonstrate each souffle first and then made them in our pairs.   He started with a three cheese souffle, then we did a chocolate souffle and finished with a raspberry souffle.   He made me forget everything I thought I knew about souffles (which actually isn’t much!)  I always thought that they were super hard to make and fussy and not worth the effort.  Well, I was WRONG.  Wrong, wrong, wrong!  He showed us a 4 step process for each of the souffles and let us taste both warm ones straight from the oven and cold ones that he had prepared earlier.  And yes, there was a “Here’s one I prepared earlier” moment!   They were so easy, light and fluffy.  What was great is that Chef Gadan basically said he was giving us the basics and were were limited only “by our creativity” at home.

The three cheese souffle was so easy- it starts with a beurre noisette, that is the base for a bechamel.  You add the cheeses (Oh sweet cheeses!) and mix it into a meringue.  He mixed it all together and then spooned it into the super cute little baby copper pans (so cute, but probably super expensive) and popped it in the oven.  While we were waiting for those, he let us try cold ones he had made earlier in the day.  They were quite tasty.  Then he brought out chocolate sauce and told us to dip the cold cheese souffle in the chocolate sauce.

OH MY GOD.  SHUT THE FRONT DOOR.  It was AMAZING.  It felt like little French angels were dancing in my mouth.  So good.  It was not just good, it was next level good.  Wow.

I was impressed.  We made our own, which was as easy as it looked and pretty tasty as well.

Then we moved onto the Chocolate Souffles.  We made a basic one from a Chocolate Creme Patisserie base, which again, super easy!  Chef Gadan encouraged us to experiment when we try it at home telling us that we could try infusing the milk with orange, chili, coffee, whatever we wanted which sounded delicious.  Then he told us we could further experiment by adding a liqueur to the creme pat as well.  Well, that got my attention very quickly!  Baileys, Frangelico, Grand Marnier, Kalhua, the list seemed endless.  So endless that I forgot to write them all down as I day dreamed and licked my lips.  What about a Chocolate Guinness Souffle or a Orange infused souffle with Grand Marnier, or a Coffee infused Souffle with Baileys.  Literally, my mind wandered off for a few minutes.  I started coming back to my senses while he was talking about putting things at the bottom of the souffle before you bake it- marshmallows, candied orange, raspberries… and my mind started wandering again.   So much potential deliciousness in one little souffle. When I came back to my senses, the mini saucepans were filled and in the bain marie and it was time to taste the cold one.  He had sprinkled something black on the top of one and told us to taste it.

I tried the plain cold chocolate one first, mainly because he wasn’t telling us what he had put on the other one.  It was the lightest, airiest, chocolate mousse type concoction I had ever had!  So good.   I got a bit brave and tried the one with the mystery topping and it was tasty too.  Completely unexpected but gave it a really salty flavour (I LOVE salty and sweet so I was onboard).  However I was SHOCKED to discover the black mystery topping was Black Olives.  Possibly my least favorite food.  But it was yummy!  Is it possible that chocolate souffles are so good that they cancel out the most disgusting food on the planet?  I think so!  Because it happened.

Finally, we made a raspberry souffle.  Again, so simple.  There are literally only 4 ingredients- raspberry puree, cornflour, egg whites, caster sugar.  Combine the puree and corn flour and let it cool, then make a meringue, mix them together, fill and cook.  Apparently you can substitute any fruit for the raspberry.  So easy, but it was not my favorite of the three.  It was tasty, and the addition of free dried balsamic vinegar made it delicious– yes, you read that right.  Freeze Dried Balsamic Vinegar.  It looks a bit like brown sugar and tastes just like balsamic vinegar.  MIND BLOWING!

Overall, I have to say that the class was pretty awesome- not only did I learn how easy souffles are to make but I got to experience some really Chef-y things- like chocolate and black olives as a flavor pairing, cheese and chocolate sauce, and freeze dried stuff (there were also freeze dried raspberries too!)  I would definitely recommend the class– although the proof will be Monday night when I attempt to serve The Runner a Souffle for dinner….  If it doesn’t workout, I may have to take back everything I’ve said about the class!

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A rite of passage… (of sorts!)

So, I’ve passed another milestone…a dubious one but a milestone nonetheless.

I’ve officially broken my first bone.  Don’t all go congratulating me all at once, it’s not an achievement I ever wanted to achieve.

And it’s literally a pain.

So how did it happen?

It happened when I was trying to be responsible during my pole dancing class.  Quite ironically, I was trying to prevent an injury at the time.   The heel of my shoe had broken so I decided to go barefoot- so that I didn’t twist my ankle.  We were learning a routine and one of the moves was to kick up into a hand/elbow stand.  It was all going well until my bum got over my head.  And then it turned into the leaning tower of pisa…  that then came crashing down.  So normally, when wearing shoes, the shoes take the impact, and I sort of land with a giggle and a thud.  This time, it was more of a crunch.  Rather than landing on the hard plastic of a shoe, I landed on my not so hard (and apparently not so sturdy) big toe.

Ouch.

To my credit, I didn’t panic or cry (at the time) or freak out.  I sort of tried to just walk it off and keep going.  And then I looked down and realised that something wasn’t right.   My toe looked a bit crooked and it felt a bit sore.  But still I tried to keep going.  I didn’t make a fuss, I did what I could for the rest of class all the while realising something wasn’t quite right.  And I thought I was fine…. Until I left class and was walking down the stairs….. Holy mother of batman!  I was in pain.  And it only got worse….and worse…until I started crying real tears on Elizabeth St.  Real tears of actual pain as I limped down the street.  Oy.

Of course the first thing I did when I got home, poured myself a large glass of red wine.  The second thing was to reheat the lamb for dinner.  I was in so much pain, The Runner had to make the mash.  In fact,  I’ve been told to stay off my feet completely- including cooking.  This is the one bit of advice, I haven’t followed 100%, although it hurts to stand up and move around.

So I’m on the couch with my foot iced, elevated and wrapped..  I did the grown up thing, and went to the Doctor, who sent me for x rays.  It was not good news.  You know it’s bad when the radiographer tells you it’s broken before she even leaves the booth.  And she shook her head, and then looked at me with pity.  Unfortunately, the Doctor had the same look right before he asked me if I had private health cover and prescribed me slightly stronger pain killers.  I think he was surprised that I was generally in a good mood and smiling- except for my limp.  I think the Doctor was trying not to let on that really, I’ve done some damage to myself.   He did use words like “hospital” and “surgery” and “crutches” and asked me if I had eaten yet.  Weird, I probably should have paid a bit more attention before he gave me the name of the orthopaedic surgeon, wrapped my toes and sent me on my way.

Yikes.  I’m going to see the orthopaedic surgeon in the morning.  Just those two words together strike fear in my heart—well, only really when it has to do with me.  And I have to be honest, no one who I’ve spoken to so far has really allayed my fears.  I could be in for a long hobbly road ahead… in the meantime, here are my glamour shots…

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Wish me luck!

Where have you been or rather where has this year gone???

First of all, Happy Valentine’s Day to all of the lovers and all of the loved ones out there.    It’s pretty much another Saturday here in our house so I’m on my own and The Runner is out cycling.

Secondly, I cannot believe we’re 6 weeks into 2015!  Summer is almost over and I feel like the year is flying by!  It’s been a big year so far, but really looking back on it, I can’t tell you what’s been going on.  It’s all just been normal stuff- Work, Eat, Work out, Cook, Eat, Sleep, Repeat.  The only real highlights have been Burgers and Ice Cream related.  Huxtaburger and Gelato Messina’s pop up in Melbourne, Riva Reno Gelato on a Surry Hills Sunday a few weeks ago, and the Burger Project and Azoto Nitrogen ice cream last Friday night.  In short, we’ve been eating.   And working and gymming of course.

And now that our stove is fixed and new, I’ve been cooking again.  It’s been good.  And normal.  But I suppose we do have our little side projects too.  The Runner is working on his knowledge of craft beers—and by “working on his knowledge”, I mean trying quite a few.   We found a bottle shop that specialises in craft beers so now he, well we have the beginnings of our beer tasting encyclopaedia for the year.

We’ve also been keeping track of every dinner we’ve cooked and eaten so far this year.  Not sure what we’re going to do with it yet, but stay tuned!!!

I don’t do resolutions…

…but it does feel good to start 2015 by saying that I’m going to do a bit better.  I’m going to be pre-wedding Steph not post-wedding Steph.  Pre-wedding Steph went to the gym, Post-wedding Steph went to get ice cream.  Pre-wedding Steph read books and interesting articles in magazines that had nothing to do with wedding dresses, wedding food, wedding invitations or anything to do with weddings.  Pre-wedding Steph actually thought about what she was eating and consciously tried to monitor what she was sticking in her mouth.  Post wedding Steph ate all the pies- in every flavour.  So, I’m going to resolve this year to go back to being Me.   I’m going to be healthy and well read; I’m going to entertain more and I’m going to write more.   I might even think about starting a new hobby (which I promise to throw myself into head first, only to get tired of sometime around July or August).

Or maybe I should just go back to scrapbooking, photography, tennis, yoga, cupcake baking or another hobby that I embraced whole heartedly for a few months before growing tired of it.  Post-wedding Steph wants to be a better person, she wants to learn something new in 2015.  She’s not sure what that is just yet- maybe golf, a new language or maybe just how to make Beef Wellington or a souffle…

I have lots of lofty goals, and lots to achieve this year….although my number one goal is still to have a working stove top!  The internet is fixed, the oven is fixed, but it’s a pretty sad situation when you can’t even boil an egg wilt spinach.  Who am I kidding—I hate boiled eggs!

Nothing tastes sweeter…

…than a strawberry from your own garden! I should know, I ate one the other day! Quite surprisingly, my little garden has been going gangbusters and we are starting to enjoy the fruits (pardon my pun) of my labor! We’ve already had a few cherry tomatoes, used the mint in a few dishes and I saw my first pepper today! I’m still waiting for what I hope will be sunflowers and there are a couple of things in the back garden which I’m not sure what they are– one is possibly a resurrected eggplant. It is starting to flower so we’ll know soon enough! In the meantime, here are more pictures of our little patch of earth!

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Happy Almost 2015 from He Runs, I….

Well, normally it’s He Runs, I Cook but our stove and oven decided to take a holiday the day after Christmas so at the moment it’s He Runs, I warm up leftovers in the microwave.  I suppose things could be worse, our internet could be down.  Oh wait, it is.  At the moment, we’re full of First World Problems at our house.  In fact, I’m writing this from the gym right now, no seriously, I am.  It’s not a bad thing, it’s just quite a funny end to such a great year.

I can’t believe it’s actually the last day of the year, 2014 flew by.  There were so many highlights this year that it’s hard to pick out what the best thing was….hmmm, let me think.  Just kidding!  It’s not that hard actually.  Our wedding was obviously the highlight of Everything this year and ALWAYS!

I don’t think I can imagine anything that could top it- and not just the day but the months of lead up and the honeymoon after and just everything this year has been pretty good for us.  I know that not everyone has been so lucky and so fortunate, but I am truly thrilled to be able to give 2014 a gentle hug and thank you goodbye rather than a shove out the door.  2014 has been like a party that I never want to end, it’s like just when guests are getting their coats to go, I kind of want to bring out another batch of punch and a few more cakes to get people to stay for another hour or two.

And it hasn’t just been the wedding- The Runner qualified for the half Ironman World Championships and we both have new jobs that we absolutely love!  It’s been a great year for us.  Thank you for reading and thank you for sharing this year with us.  We wish you all the best for the last few hours of 2014 and an amazing year in 2015 to come!

Now, to figure out how to make canapés with no oven and no stove…. it’s harder than you might think!  Luckily we have an electric wok, a bbq, a sandwich press and a waffle iron…