Size Matters!

As we bid farewell to summer and enjoy the extra hour in bed it's time to ditch salads, picnics and Pimms in favour of warming hearty food and drinks. That said, we should not be tempted to hide our bulging waistlines under chunky jumpers but continue to eat sensibly so that the odd Hot Chocolate with extra whipped cream, marshmallows and sprinkles is a treat rather than a regular occurance.

Yesterday I ate at Jamie's Italian where the "sugar tax" has been running since June this year. This is Jamie's latest campaign in the fight against obesity (particularly aimed at children and teenagers) where a 10p surcharge is added to the price of sugary drinks. He has begun on home ground with his own restaurants but is wanting the Government to implement it on a nationwide scale. Bravo Jamie I say.

If I were in power I would change things back to the way they were when I was growing up. I believe it's all about portion size! Whilst generally I love all things American, it seems we have taken on some of their bad habits.

Since when did we ditch our buns for muffins? Our biscuits for cookies?

Not only is the food larger, but the glassware and crockery seems to have grown too. I have been married for just over 30 years and still have some of our original items. The photos below tell their own story. Thirty years ago my wine glass was (well,) tiny. I drank tea from a cup and saucer rather than a mug. My dinner plate seemed full with a decent size portion but now I eat from a larger plate with more room for more food! My dessert/soup/cereal bowl was about half the size it is now. All this space gets filled with more food and more drink so therefore I am consuming more. 

So come on Jamie, let's you and I bring out our own range of small, delicate crockery and make the world a better place! 

A Brush with Basil!

Writing this speedy blog whilst away in Palma! Yes again I hear you cry! Not a complete jolly this time - have just run (my first) 10K race with 2 friends so hey, three nights in Palma with 3 girlfriends and a run this morning seemed like a win-win to me!

The first night saw us in a gin palace called Ginbo where the bottle lined shelves are illuminated with soft atmospheric lighting and the place is jumping after 11pm. One friend chose an English Garden cocktail which contained gin, ginger beer, lime, rosemary, mint and basil. It was served in a jam jar glass with copious amounts of ice and the flavour and aroma of the basil running through it - delicious apparently!

The next day we lunched at Marc Fosh's restaurant Misa and sat in the cool and airy courtyard. Our dessert was a basil brownie served with curd ice cream and a little green jelly. Well, there was nothing brown about this brownie! Nor anything chocolate to savour at the end of National Chocolate Week which ran 12-18th October (in the UK). This basil brownie was green through and through. Palatable but definitely an acquired taste!

There are many kinds of basil as well as the regular; i.e. purple varieties, opal basil, lemon basil, cinammon basil and clove basil. I often have a pot of basil on the windowsill for culinary use and love the smell of it. I have found that Greek basil, with it's tiny leaves (which saves chopping and tearing) lasts much longer and is more decorative, looking almost like a box ball. Maybe the two uses of basil above will inspire you to use this favourite herb in a more unusual way!

This is now being published back home in Blighty. Sorry for the delay - internet issues!

Share and share alike!

By all accounts, this is the year of the apple. No, not in a Chinese New Year kind of way but by the fact that the apple harvest has been a bumper one of unblemished and plentiful apples. This is good news ... remember believing "an apple a day keeps the doctor away"? Not only are they one of our five-a-day but there are numerous ways of cooking apples as well as crunching them au naturale! Another bonus is that there will be lashings of amber liquid for a cider drinker like myself!

When I was growing up we had a James Greaves apple tree at the bottom of the garden and every year the family would go outside on a dry, sunny autumnal Sunday to ceremoniously pick the fruits which would then be individually wrapped in newspaper and placed in the loft to store through the winter months. A friend has recently revealed that during her school days she would refer to the 3 apple trees in their garden as the orchard. I can't say I blame her. When you're young everything seems bigger and the very word orchard conjures up heavily laden branches bowing down and trailing its fruits onto the wild flower meadow at its feet.

In our family everything was shared whether it was a packet of sweets, a bun or indeed an apple. My parents had learned of a fair method of doing this from friends. The rule was "you cut, I'll choose" and so my sister and I learnt to cut precise halves from a very early age. For my last birthday she sent me this card as a reminder (and possibly a way of showing one-up-manship to her little sister!)

Another friend's mum would hold pudding bowls aloft and tell her daughters to choose which hand without the advantage of seeing what and how much was in them. My own children were often told to share nicely whether it was food or toys. Funnily enough whilst googling apples and sharing whilst writing this blog I have come full circle. apple.com say "everything's better when shared, and sharing has never been easier" whilst persuading us to take up Family Sharing on our devices. It's a very clever way of marketing their products by honing in on our values and, they do have a point. Everything is better when shared!

Alligator pears and fertility fruit (aka avocados)!

- Earlier this year my daughter told me about a delicious avocado-on-toast meal she had eaten at local cafe, Toast House in Ilkley, Yorkshire.

- Recently I sat at my kitchen table looking at a solitary ripe avocado and wondering what to do with it. What was the combo I mused.

- A few minutes later - Aha! A moment of recollection; it was mixed with peanut butter! How nutritious!

- A few seconds later - Er, I don't think so; it's pretty vile!

- Fast forward a month and I'm sitting in a wonderful cafe called Mrs Atha's in Leeds eating the most delicious avocado-on-toast meal. Strangely there wasn't a smear of peanut butter to be found! Instead there was perfectly ripe avocado smeared across two slices of granary toast, dusted with a few chilli flakes and topped off with a poached egg bursting with yolkiness.

- Now - I wonder if I can recreate it for my lunch!

Harvest Festival!

Wednesday was the Autumn Equinox which is Latin meaning equal and night. This means that the Earth is pretty much upright, leaning neither to nor away from the sun. In turn, our days are the same length as our nights, i.e. equal. Tonight there should be a Harvest Moon, being the full moon closest to the Autumn Equinox and this year, it will be a Supermoon with a Blood Moon eclipse! (I'm getting out of my depth here so I suggest you google it or go outside and have a look for yourselves - pretty spectacular by all accounts!)

I have just (7.20pm) taken the above photo from my front door - amazing sight!

Anyway, the point is, this explains why in Britain we have a Harvest Festival at this time! This is to celebrate the produce of the land and dates back to Pagan times. Services are held in churches and schools and gifts of food are brought for the poor and needy. 

I remember my schoolday harvest festivals when we brought in fruit, vegetables and flowers and these were then taken to the local old peoples home. Sometimes there would be a wonderful wheatsheaf of bread on display and we would all sing harvest themed songs and hymns giving thanks for a good harvest. The array of colourful produce could easily compete with the best market stalls.

Sadly, but possibly more relevantly, our local church today held their Harvest Festival service and asked for gifts of tinned and dried produce and toiletries! I cannot imagine it being the vibrant display of times gone by but, on a practical note, means the goods can be delivered to the needy (in this case the local Food Bank) without the fear of perishing.

In other countries around the world the main harvest is found at different times in various places. The celebrations involve eating, merriment, contests, music and even romance! In the United States it is known as Thanksgiving and has become a national holiday! That makes our celebration look a tad underwhelming!

Berry Tasty!

September, for me, marks the blackberry season. No not the hand held mobile device which, for many, became a crackberry, but the glistening crowd of juicy black druplets encircling a tiny seed. They can be bought in markets, supermarkets and greengrocers or picked in the wild where they are known as brambles.

I have many fond memories of picking them in the countryside. We knew from year to year which hedgerows held them and would make a family trip to gather them. With camping friends we would take plastic bags to the railway embankment and return to the campsite with scratched arms and purple fingers and mouths holding our treasure aloft with pride. In those days they would often be preserved for the winter by bottling and enjoyed during the winter months in pies and crumbles. (I think I have previously mentioned crunching on a snail shell which had been bottled all winter!)

This year I have battled the nettles and picked a few pounds which I have mostly frozen. I did however make a delicious pudding:-

Blackberry and Apple Tray Bake

175g butter

300g plain flour

2 bramley apples

1 red apple

2 tbsp lemon juice

300ml double cream

3 eggs

220g caster sugar

1 tsp vanilla extract

300g blackberries

Oven 170/gas 3. Butter & flour a pudding dish 20x30cms

Peel, core and thinly slice apples & toss in lemon juice

Melt butter in cream in saucepan gently - do not boil. Cool.

Beat eggs & sugar & add to cream & butter mix with vanilla essence stirring

Fold in flour then apple and blackberries

Pour into pudding dish & bake for 40 mins. 

Should be puffed up, slightly golden and crisp at edges. Skewer should come out cleanly.

Absolutely yummy served with custard, cream, creme frache, ice cream or greek yogurt!

Blackberries are high in vitamins and low in calories - perhaps they are the new crackberry to which we shall become addicted!

Showing off!

This weekend it has been our village show where people put their skills and wares on display for judging. There are many categories from best photograph to best wooden object and best nature display to best knitted item. There is usually an entry fee and items are entered by age and category and the 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes are a little bit of money and, of course, the coveted trophies.

Gardeners and growers, bakers and makers show off their best produce from fruit and vegetables to flowers, cakes and jams. When little, my daughter won for her display of pine cones in a basket which took her all of ten minutes to do! My sister has had prizes for her delicious mint jelly at her local show and has entered jams and chutneys whilst her husband entered fruit and vegetables.

To show fruit and veg you normally have to place three near perfect and of equal size and shape on a plate. That is unless you're going for the whopper or the most rudely shaped competition! 

These shows bring communities together and, whilst some may consider them serious, most people see them as a little bit of fun.

On a larger scale are the county shows which date back to the early 19th century. My nearest is the Great Yorkshire Show which started in 1837 in York and was held at different showgrounds around the county. In 1950 a permanent site in Harrogate was built. It is held every July and I remember, as a child, being allowed the day off school by my parents who said it was "educational!" In my twenties I worked for Calor Gas where we had a stand and demonstrated cooking on gas barbecues. Whenever the chance arose I would go and watch the showjumping or the show animals being led and judged around the arena. The white marquees held the craft competitions, food and drink judging and the produce displays. Whilst it isn't possible to eat or drink the entries, there is a myriad of stalls dotted around the show selling hot and cold food and beverages ranging from Pimms to Yorkshire Tea!

Unfortunately many people do not have the garden space to grow their own and in my local area the average time to wait for an allotment to become available is 8 years! I used to live opposite a lovely man called Bill who owned an allotment. I would arrive home from a busy day at work to find a bag of produce hanging on my kitchen door; everything from sweet apples to papery onions and soil covered potatoes! One time he delivered Jerusalem Artichokes and I had to find out what to do with them (roasting proved to be my favourite!) All the benefits of home grown without the work; it was bliss! 

With more people growing and making their own, living sustainable lives with a low carbon footprint and being environmentally aware, one can only assume the village and county shows are here to stay.