Saltimbocca means ‘leap in the mouth’, presumably because it’s so good your tastebuds jump for joy. Like so much Italian food, it’s the simplest of dishes, its impact relying on good ingredients and precise cooking. Continue reading
If you are what you eat, then on one memorable occasion recently, I was an old cow. Stop heckling at the back of the room, I’ve heard it all before, often from my own family. Continue reading
Yes, yet another quince recipe, but it’s a good one. Faced with a glut, I’ve been searching my historical British cookery books for a meat-and-quince recipe but can’t find one, which is odd when you think we’ve been cooking these gloriously perfumed fruits since medieval times. Our ancestors seemed to use them exclusively for sweet dishes but if you know different, I’d love to hear from you.
So today’s dish is based on the fragrant Persian/Iranian stew Khoresht-e Beh. Continue reading
Not so much a recipe, this, more a series of suggestions. At its simplest a steak salad is just that, strips of juicy rare steak, hot from the pan, piled on top of a green salad. How you marinade the steak (if you do) and what you put in the salad is up to you. It makes a fast and healthy supper, if you politely ignore the fries Him Outdoors had on the side. Continue reading
This makes a generous meal for a big family dinner, the flavours given a warm glow with seasonal spices and smoky chipotle chilli. It’s a good make-ahead dish for the Christmas and New Year period, an easy way to feed the masses (no pun intended). Continue reading
I was once whizzing down from the top of a mountain in Argentina in a rather antiquated cable car when its operator fixed with me an evil grin and said: “Remember the Malvinas!” Fortunately for me he was only joking and in spite of any lingering feelings (on either side) about the Falklands War I met with nothing but warmth and friendship as I travelled around the country.
For a month I lived almost entirely on steak. Continue reading
I realise I may be trampling over cherished childhood memories here, but I find English cottage pie quite boring, no matter how well it is made. This Anglo-Indian mash-up is another kettle of fish entirely. It’s perfect for a rainy night any time of the year. Continue reading
A fillet of beef, what’s known as a tenderloin in the US, is a princely cut and so it should be because it costs a king’s ransom. For a special occasion though, it’s a lovely thing to bring to the table and although it’s expensive, there’s no waste on it. And it’s quick to cook. There, that’s the self-justification out of the way. Continue reading
It’s a sad fact of life that most men are hopeless at Organised Romance. “Valentine’s Day is just an excuse for Hallmark to sell more cards and for florists to hike the price of flowers,” they’ll say. “And anyway I’ve just spent four hours putting twigs through the chipper to make mulch for your flower beds.”
My man is more into red meat than red roses and has zero interest in the sort of sweet treats that fill magazine pages in the run up to February 14. So if your significant other is more Desperate Dan than the Cadbury’s Milk Tray Man, you might like to indulge him/her with this recipe for beef short ribs. Continue reading
‘At last!’ I hear you cry, ‘a blinking meat dish after all that fish.’ It seems a bit counter-intuitive to show you a picture of Venice and then give you, not a fish dish, not a Venetian dish, but a Milanese meat dish. But I first tasted this in Venice many years ago.
If that summons up romantic images of expensive eateries, sighing bridges and carolling gondoliers, please disabuse yourself. We were hard-up for cash, staying in a modern hotel on the mainland and eating in an unlovely neighbourhood trattoria. But I’ve never forgotten the veal, bread-crumbed and cooked until juicy and golden, sprinkled with salt and drenched in lemon juice. Continue reading