Mmmm…this saturday afteroon roast was dead easy! And it was perfect as part of a goodbye early christmas lunch for my dear friend Simone, off to South Africa for 3 months. My roast chicken is a cross between my Polish Grans garlic chicken, marinated for 24 hours, crossed with a classic roast chicken stuffed with lemons, rosemary balsamic and olive oil by Donna Hay. It takes 2 hours to roast as it was a 2 kilo chook and I threw tons of baby spuds, carrots, whole garlic cloves, sweet potato and parsnip in to boot. Delish!
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Tags: chicken, chook, christmas, donna hay, garlic chicken, lemons, marinate, olive oil, sweet potato
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We’ve been meaning to try this one for a while but we’ve been waiting for the right occasion. No vegetarians or ‘I only eat fish’ people, just meat lovers welcome on this particular occasion.
2(or 3)? kilos of pork shoulder slow roasted in the oven for 8 hours. Enough to make your flat smell like a carvery, but definitely worth it as the meat tenderly falls off the bone, and the crunch of crackling makes your mouth water as you’re serving up.
Mmmm… Suggestion for the next day – have a light salad! No meat, but maybe some fish though.
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Wont forget my first jet lagged morning in New York. Hungry as hell I stomped towards Soho in need of the Apple shop and sustenance. Fanelli’s menu in the window was a beacon of caffeine, eggs and home fries. Service was prompt and the coffee was bottomless. Maybe not the best ever, but who cares when the space is this gorgeous and my appetite this big. Been there? What you think?
I’m always a fan of the seratonin inducing high that is carbs, and when I was in Camogli last month, I ate something called focaccia at the Rotunda restaurant in Camogli. And this was NOT what you expect focaccia to be….
This is mid week fast food, homestyle cooking. It’s light and super tasty and takes 20 minutes all up, which is perfect when I get home late from work!
Sometimes, just sometimes, a freshly grilled chicken taouk or a kofta kebab is the only thing that counts. Namely, when slighty hung over. And if such a day falls on a Saturday lunch time, you’re in luck, because just of theEdgeware Rd, or Champs Elysee of the middle east, in London you’ll find the ‘Tikka delight’ boys, grilling their fresh, perfectly spiced skewers, and char-grilling the yummiest naan like bread. I always get a small kofta with all the spicy sauces and salad pitta. I don’t know, is this really bad fast food? I think not
When I grew up in Australia in the 70s, Chinese restaurants were ‘the’ exotic family treat that usually had mum and dad bickering. Dad, being a tradtitional Pole, hated all things foreign that took him out of the comfort zone of meat and 2 veg. Mum on the other hand, decked out in a bouffant “do” and platforms, found it all very glamorous, surrounded by red laquered panels, black and gold wallpaper, silk lanterns, and names like ‘Golden pagoda’ and ‘Mystic Dragon’. Born and bred in the heart of Melbourne suburbia, I had to agree with mum, and delighted in the bilingual Chinese/English menus, threatening my little brother with spicy chickens feet, while dad ordered a T-Bone from the ‘Australian’ menu. In those days there was nothing better than masses of egg special fried rice, beef in black bean sauce and banana fritters.
Lottie and Wayne decided to throw a Friday night 5 year anniversary party to celebrate their loving marriage. All together….”Awwww Mazeltov!” Of course we all popped around, to share the love, knowing the vino would be flowing and accompanied by some kind of surprise divine creation. And we were not dissappointed! These pizzas on a brioche base were like nothing I ever tasted…
