Tuesday 30 October 2012

Autumn Cooking

I am finally getting my cooking groove back! After barely being able to sniff the oven during much of my pregnancy to barely being able to put down my newborn snuggle bum, my fingers and senses have finally been itching to get back in the kitchen. 

I love love love this time of year for food and for cooking. Nothing quite beats the lingering smell of a home cooked stew that's been in the oven all afternoon ... *deep breath in*, mmmmaaaahhhhhhh. It's all just so indoor-sey and lovely and cosy and mnnnn. *takes a slurp of red wine*.

Last weekend I wanted to cook something seasonal and special that I knew George and hubby would love. I went for Gordon Ramsey's twice cooked pressed pork belly with caremalised apple wedges, gravy mash & brocolli. It was a winner.  I love my food but have always struggled eating anything from the bone and also the texture of anything too fatty in my mouth. George could not be more different! He also particularly loves anything that goes crunch.  I knew succulent pork belly with extra crunchy crackling would be a winner.

My friendly butchers at the local farm shop chopped and scored a lovely piece of belly for me. I took some pics of the early strages but forgot to photograph the finished result which was delightful. Maybe next time. Those caramelised apple wedges were to die for - George, I think, would have swam in the gravy given half the chance.....

Oiled, seasoned and ready for a slow roast

24 hour press

Gravy - strictly no swimming

Description
Cooked twice this brings out the best in belly pork. Initial slow cooking means it melts in the mouth. The second time in the oven gives you the crisp crackling that everyone loves

Ingredients

3 kilogram pork belly
garlic bulbs (halved)
 thyme (a few sprigs)
100 milliliters white wine
450 milliliters chicken stock
sea salt & black pepper
20 grams unsalted butter
apples (braeburn or similar)
50 grams caster sugar
1 spring onion (trimmed and finely sliced)
tarragon (a few sprigs)

Instructions

For the pressed belly of pork
1. Preheat the oven to 170C/Gas 3.
2. Untie the belly of pork if it is rolled and lay it flat on a chopping board. Score the skin evenly in a criss-cross pattern with a sharp knife. Turn the belly skin side down and cut a slit through the thick end of the pork to open it out like a butterfly so that the meat is evenly thick throughout. Rub all over with salt and pepper and a drizzle of olive oil. Tip: A clean and sharp Stanley knife (or craft knife) is the most effective tool for scoring the tough pork skin.
3. Place the garlic, halved side up, on a lightly oiled roasting tray and scatter over the thyme sprigs. Lay the pork belly on top, fat side up. Trickle with a little more olive oil and sprinkle with a little more sea salt. Add a splash of white wine around the pork, cover the meat with a piece of foil and bake for 1/12; hours. Remove the foil, baste the pork with the juices and return to the oven, uncovered, for another 1/2-1 hour until the meat is tender. Continue to baste the pork occasionally with the pan juices.
4. Transfer the pork to a clean chopping board and leave to cool slightly. While still warm, place another tray on top of the pork and weigh down with a few heavy tins to flatten it. Cool completely, then chill for four hours or overnight in the refrigerator to set its shape.
5. Pour off any excess oil from the roasting tray and place over high heat. Deglaze the tray with a generous splash of white wine, scraping the bottom and crushing the heads of garlic with a wooden spoon to release the sediment. Boil the liquid until reduced by half, then add the chicken stock and bring back to the boil until reduced and thickened. Strain the stock through a fine sieve, pressing down on the garlic pulp with the back of a ladle. Adjust the seasoning with salt and pepper.
6. Heat the oven to the highest setting, about 250C/Gas 9.
7. Cut the pressed pork into individual portions or squares and pat the skin dry with kitchen paper. Place the pork squares, fat side up, in a roasting tin and drizzle with olive oil and a generous pinch of sea salt. Roast for 15-20 minutes until the skin is golden brown and crisp. Rest the pork for 5 minutes, then serve with the light gravy and accompaniments.

For the caramelised apple wedges
1. Melt the butter in a wide non-stick frying pan. Dredge the apples in the caster sugar and add to the pan when the butter begins to foam. Fry for 3-4 minutes on each side over a medium heat until golden brown and caramelised. Toss in the spring onions and tarragon and serve warm.


Ruby's eating!

Looking back, and without wanting to sound too smug, I took to motherhood pretty easily. I was a very relaxed, confident, calm and happy first time mum.  Until George hit 6 months and I had to start weaning him. 

My twin sister was the cook and I was always very good and unwrapping some chicken kievs from their Tesco's Finest wrapper and placing them in the oven at the correct temperature or even following the odd recipe step by step from a book, which would take forever as I literally would read each line ten times before doing as I was told then would recheck that line another ten times.

I, and I think my at the time childless twin sister, will never forget my first week of weaning George. I was desperately and slightly manicly trying to make him a basic cheese sauce from expressed breast milk.  Somehow I messed it up and I cried. A lot. I thought, how am I ever going to feed my baby proper food?!

I know for many people, children are their inspiration for many things and not least cooking. This was certainly the case for me. 

At just over 5 months Ruby seems a little young for my baby led weaning approach. She may seem young to me but nonetheless she is very keen and over that last couple of nights has delighted in her first tastes of brocolli, sweet potato, carrot, parsnip and potato.  I think I am going to have a very happy eater on my hands and once again I am feeling inspired to get cooking.  Watching a baby delight in her first ever tastes of different foods, particularly when it is entirely baby led and such a voyage of discovery for them is something very special indeed.




Thursday 18 October 2012

Back to now

Wow, it's been a while. I wasn't intending to ressurect a bit of blogging tonight.  In fact, the thought just came to me a short while ago as I was clearing up the carnage of our simple pasta tea tonight.  A mostly eaten bowl of pasta with mess all around in George's place, toys all around Ruby's very space age high chair and a crumpled yoghurt pot from which Ruby was lustfully taking her first licks of food just a couple of hours earlier.  A spiderman costume crumpled in the doorway and a surprisingly large amount of washing up from a very simple pasta tea.

I realised, with more than a little emotion, (and perhaps helped by Radio 2s lovely country music playing in the background), that each small piece of 'mess' is attached to a glorious picture in my mind: The twinkle in Ruby's eye as she licked the yoghurt from my finger, the look of utter joy in George's face as he charged around in his new spiderman costume (couldn't resist - £10 in Tesco today!).  Exactly the type of things that I so wanted to use this diary blog for when I originally started it nearly 2 years ago.  With the loss of Harry it turned to be more of a therapy and now I kind of feel like it's come full circle.

I caught a glimpse of myself holding Ruby today as she was 'helping' me put the washing away. I.e too tired to be put down.  I had to stop and look again.  Am I really this lucky? Is this actuially my daughter? I'm still not sure it has actually sunk in and I am so ridiculously neurotic about her.  Maybe my anxiety will lessen when it completely sinks in that we finally got there, I really do have this gorgeous wonderous daughter who is actually mine. 

Looking at the remnants of our day in the kitchen around me helps me to realise that this is real. This is the life I have been praying for. I know how incredibly blessed I am and in lots of ways I have the tough times to thank for that.  So, I'm back to living the moment, trying to cling to every second. Tonight, I was rushing George a little with his tea as I knew Ruby was getting tired. sometimes it has to be done but where possible I try to rush nothing. Let moments unfold and enjoy each one. Life is no longer about my next period or next ovulation, I can still starkly remember that time which I think helps me all the more appreciate the beauty of the moment.

I've been photographing some friend's children for them and in the same way, I hope that helps others stay in the moments that are so quickly gone. Just got to keep on living, loving and laughing. Thank you, for whoever is looking down on me right now, thank you.

Thousands of photos to sort out but here are a couple from my phone this week and some pics that I have taken for friends lately.