Posts Tagged ‘Slow Food’

Monday, July 11th, 2011

Artichokes with butter

Artichokes

Artichokes, like asparagus, sweetcorn and crumpets are one of those glorious foods which are perfect with butter- just butter and nothing else. We are now enjoying our first artichoke crop for two years, after missing out last year when the plants were cut back by the winter frosts. Why they escaped the cold this winter is a mystery.

Our enjoyment is all the more intense because of the enforced abstinence. One artichoke makes a satisfying main course. They couldn’t be easier to prepare- the heads just need to be dropped into boiling water and left to cook for 40 minutes. You need to melt plenty of butter because there needs to be enough to give the hearts a good dunk at the end. I’m a bit of a chav where butter is concerned and always use salted butter- for the simple reason that it’s tastier. One tip, which I always forget at the beginning of the season- always allow a minute or two for the artichoke and the butter to cool down before you start eating- otherwise you’ll burn the roof of your mouth.

Friday, July 8th, 2011

Five broken bones for a bowl of raspberries

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Soft fruit needs lots and lots of rain and this year we’ve got it. The rain has already given us bumper crops of black currants and gooseberries- now its the turn of the raspberries. But we’ve had difficulty harvesting the crop because it’s no good trying to pick raspberries when it’s wet and there have been precious few dry spells. Margaret has borne the brunt of the picking because I tend to be out at work. Today the weather cleared just before lunch and Margaret ventured into the raspberry patch with her basket. Although the rain had stopped it was wet underfoot. There are four rows of raspberries in the fruit cage, each row separated by stone flags, which were put down to keep off the weeds. Because they are on a slope the paths can be treacherous in the wet. And so it proved- Margaret lost her footing, falling heavily and hurting her wrist. At first, it didn’t seem so bad and she carried on picking, but before long the pain hit home and she realised that something was seriously wrong. Ten hours and two hospitals later she returned home with her arm in plaster. She had broken three bones in her hand and two in her wrist. She said that the pain was the worst she had ever experienced, which is something coming from someone who has given birth to 6 children.

The day wasn’t entirely wasted- she managed not to spill the raspberries when she fell.

Tuesday, June 21st, 2011

The Fruit Harvest Begins

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It’s almost Midsummer’s Day and a time of glut in the garden. Or do I mean gluttony. At last we have an abundance of choice- as much choice as in any supermarket, except that ours is fresh and wholesome.
The fruit harvest has been helped along by the abundant rain, especially the gooseberries, which are bigger and sweeter than we have ever known. The only crop which has disappointed is the cherries, which have split- apparently the splitting is caused by too much rain, but I’m happy to leave them to the birds.

Friday, June 10th, 2011

First Catch your Cormorant

There was a most entertaining discussion on a Radio 4 programme called Terrible Food in which Jonathan McGowan, an amateur taxidermist, described how he fed his (unsuspecting) guests a meal of spaghetti bolognese which he had made from owl meat. The owls were a Tawny and a Barn which he had found as road kill. Unfortunately, he didn’t include a recipe, but he might have enjoyed the following:

How to Cook a Chub:
“There is only one way to cook a chub and that is to lay him on a board and scale and gut him. Then carefully bury the body and cook the board”.
From “With Rod and Line in and Around Gloucestershire” by ‘Tight Lines’ 1937

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How to Cook a Cormorant

“After dousing the bird in petrol and setting it on fire, burying it for a fortnight, then boiling in salt water, applying a paste of methylated spirit and curry powder and roasting in a hot oven for three hours, throw it away and then not even a starving vulture would eat it”
From “Countryman’s Cooking”, W.M.W. Fowler 1965

Saturday, May 14th, 2011

Becoming Vegetarian

Seedlings

So many gardeners date their love of gardening from the sense of wonder which they felt as a child when they watched seeds which they had planted grow into plants. That sense of wonder never goes, and is still with me as I grow trays of seedlings in my potting shed. Nor does the sense of annoyance when the newly emerged seeds are nibbled overnight by mice.

For the last few weeks nearly all my meals, main course and dessert, have been from what we have grown in the kitchen garden. Without realising it, I have practically become vegetarian. If the mice are so kind as to allow some of my seedlings to grow, I should be able to keep this up well into the autumn.

Saturday, April 2nd, 2011

Supermarket Scam

bakery
First they deceive, then they destroy. Not so long ago the supermarkets looked with envy at the thousands of independent bakers on the High St. The supermarkets, with their factory produced sliced wrapped loaves, had no chance of competing against bread which was freshly baked by a master baker who worked through the night to make the real thing. Then someone at head office had a bright idea. Why not create in-house bakeries to make fresh bread right there in the store? The accountants pointed out that this was a complete non-starter as it would mean employing skilled craftsmen to work unsocial hours. But what, said the bright spark, if we continue to make the bread in factories, but give the impression that we are making it on the premises? All we have to do, they said, is bring it in frozen, dress up some assistants as pretend bakers, and re-bake it in our own ovens.
This brilliant idea caught on. Soon they were all at it and soon thousands of independent bakeries up and down the country were forced out of business. The only ones who managed to survive were in places like here in Grange, where the supermarket hasn’t yet arrived.

This week, the sham bakeries have been exposed because of a proposed new rule, which will force the supermarkets to own up when bread has been re-heated from frozen. We had the ludicrous spectacle of one of their PR people saying that the proposed rule will harm the environment because the customer will throw away unused bread rather than freezing it if he has been made aware that it was previously frozen. Of course, what he is really frightened of is the possibility that the cusomer might not want to buy his rubbish in the first place if he is told the truth about how it is made. Then, perhaps, we might get some of our artisan bakers back.

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011

Pollock at Booths

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“Pollock for puss
Coley for the cat”

Back to my tour of Booth’s flagship store in Garstang (see yesterday’s posting). We were shown the fresh meat, the fresh fish and the vegetable sections. For some reason our host skipped over the processed and frozen food aisles, which is a pity because this is where they make most of their money. A young man who works on the fish counter proudly told us about his training and the store’s policy of selling only ’sustainable’, fish- which means pollock rather than cod.

After seeing what was on offer, did I feel tempted to change my shopping habits? I’m afraid not- in fact I was rather shocked at the lack of choice and the inferior quality. The fish counter was frankly pathetic, with very little on offer and what there was looking tired and shrivelled. Funnily enough there was no sign of pollock, coley or cod
On the meat counter there was a decent choice, but the beef had no marbling and looked very red, which is an indicator that it hadn’t been properly hung. It wasn’t a patch on the choice and quality on offer at Higginsons in Grange.

The brutal truth is that if Booths are to survive they have to compete with the likes of Tescos and Morrisons which means that, whatever their PR people might say, they are driven down to the lowest common denominator on price and quality. And so, in answer to your question, No, I’ll not be tempted to return, as long as there’s an alternative to go to.

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Strong Smelling Cheese

Booths
I don’t patronise any supermarket for the very simple reason that if they get my custom the small independent shopkeeper doesn’t. But I’m very interested in what the supermarkets get up to which is why I accepted an invitation for a behind the scenes look at a new Booths store in Garstang at the invitation of Slow Food, Lancashire. It seems pretty clear that Booths are trying to position themselves as the Waitrose of the North West and they have a PR department who publicise their policy of supporting local suppliers.

Tonight we were treated to a talk by one of these suppliers, Singletons, who specialise in making Lancashire Cheeses. It was very good of Booths to support these local artisans but could they, we wondered, supply enough to satisfy Booth’s customers? Too right they could- it turns out that they produce a whopping 1,500 tons of it a year. Enough, as it happens, to supply not only every Booths store but every other supermarket chain. But their factory happens to be just round the corner from Booths, so they could validly claim to be supporting a local supplier.

Singletons’ cheese-making produces a by-product which used to be sold on as butter-oil- until they had the bright idea of packaging it themselves and selling it as local butter. It’s the word ‘local’ which makes it sell. They had the even brighter idea of making a donation from each packet sold to the Mountain Rescue charity. This is wonderful, we were told, because every four or five months they get to donate about £1,000 and when they do they get their photo taken for the local paper handing over one of those over-sized cheques. Their PR people estimate that this stunt is worth £40,000 of press advertising a year. Let me just remind myself of the principles of Slow Food- yes- “Good,Clean and Fair”- and not a trace of cynicism anywhere.

Monday, February 7th, 2011

Kabayaki Unagi

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‘Matsu daki ume’
‘The longer the wait, the tastier’

Japanese Saying

Today my Japanese hosts are giving me a special treat – a meal in an eel (unagi) restaurant. Eels feature only rarely on English menus and then nearly always as a starter of smoked eel, but eels are so prized in Japan that there are restaurant s which serve nothing but eel. ‘Kabayaki’ or grilled eel, is slow food in the literal as well as the figurative sense. Good restaurants cut and clean their fish only after an order has been taken so a long wait can be expected before the food arrives. Kabayaki eel in restaurants is sometimes split into three ranks of ‘sho-chiku-bai’ – pine, bamboo and apricot, with pine being the best. The three kanji which make up the phrase can also be read ‘matsu dake ume’ which means ‘the longer the wait, the tastier’.
Our eel today, served simply with boiled rice and miso soup, was exquisite. The meal would normally be eaten seated on the floor, but today in deference to my western habits, tables and chairs were provided. A good idea, because in my experience, ‘the longer the wait, the harder the floor’

Saturday, January 22nd, 2011

John Seymour- The Fat of the Land

fat of the land
Is it possible to give it all up and subsist on five acres? So many people, including me, longingly dream about it- but John Seymour did it. His book, The Fat of the Land begins with this paragraph:

“Here we all sit, Sally my wife, Jane who is five and a half, Ann who is two and a half, and Kate who is seven (days), a mile from a hard road, with no electricity, no gas, no deliveries of anything at all except coal, provided we take at least a ton, and mail, and the post woman gets specially paid for coming here. And we are self-supporting for every kind of food excepting tea, coffee, flour, sugar and salt. We have no car- we drive about with a pony and cart.”

He tells the story of how he rented an unused thatched cottage from a wealthy landowner in a remote part of Suffolk. His landlord said: “I’ll let you have the two cottages, the out-houses, the field, in all about five acres, for ten pounds a year- provided that you keep it in repair”.

The rent of ten pounds a year reveals that this wasn’t yesterday- in fact it was 1957. At that time there were lots of half abandoned houses all over the countryside which weren’t worth the cost of doing up. Everyone wanted to live in towns.

It’s all different now of course- cottages in the country can’t be had for £10 a year or at any price which anyone can afford. However, I was struck by the parallels between 1950’s England and present day Japan. In Japan the countryside is being abandoned for the towns and there are lots of remote houses, with land, that can be had for a song. This link is to a video, aptly entitled “The Slow Life in Japan” about an Australian man and his Japanese wife who were given a farmhouse and land rent-free in return for their cultivating the land- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaCyPHTLY_o So the dream may be possible after all, if not in rural Suffolk any more.