Make your own soups….what a wonderful way to have instant soup…
From the 12-16 September 2016, I’ll be hosting a food photography course, run by Vendée Holidays.UK, at a beautiful old house deep in the heart of the Marais in the Sud Vendée of West France. The area is a treasure trove of wonderful produce boasting both Parthenais and Charolais beef, fish and seafood from the […]
Lamb shank is one of my favorite cuts of meat, especially when cooked sous-vide. It is so flavorful, tender, and moist. And so I keep coming up with new ways to prepare it. In this case I thought it would be nice to pair it with smoked paprika and zucchini. I used the soft inner […]
Another perfect recipe for the summer months when you are outside barbecuing or in a park for a picnic. These chickpea patty gyros are a great option for lunch and is a balanced meal by itself. It can me made vegan by switching the tzatziki with any dip or sauce of your choice. I pan […]
Easy recipe for these delightful cakes..
Wait, if you think this rice cake should have a flowery shape, you can always refer to this post :: Huat Kueh- Chinese Steamed Rice Flour Cake–A Cake That Brings You Luck And Prosperity
They are essentially the same type of rice flour kuih with different leavening agent. The picture above uses eno and baking powder whereas most Malay style apam beras uses yeast (both commercial or natural yeast (tapai)) and eno was recently added to have a flowery shape ..
I have to be franked that I do not like eno flavoured huat kuih as it tends to change the taste of the this rice flour cake, therefore I have decided not to use eno as a leavening agent for this Malay apam beras. Well, for this recipe, whether it smile or not are not that critical . Chinese insists the flowering of rice cake to get an…
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Turtle dinners are very prized gourmet meals in China, However, I find turtle too rich for my palette.
Turtle on the Rocks
Last night at Dinner the menu was being perused with great attention. They had seen me look at the turtles in the Tank.
As I walked in I had commented on a tank full of turtles. Someone asked me if they were tortoises or turtles, and I said, “turtles”
Then it was pointed out that turtles were from the sea and salt water and tortoises live in fresh water.
Good to know, but whatever they are, I am very happy to keep one as a pet, but not happy to eat one for dinner.
I have a few turtle stories.
I first tasted turtle, or tortoise, in Wuhan in China. I was guest of honor at the table, and they had ordered turtle as a special delicacy. It is considered very valuable for its nutrients and much prized for its rich oil and succulence.
There right in front of me was a turtle on a bed of gleaming hot rocks, and he was as big as my dinner plate. I gazed at him in wonder, and made appropriate comments, then realised everyone was waiting for me to start the meal.
My translator said I should eat some first.
I have never seen a cooked turtle before, and had no idea how to even try it with chopsticks, so Iappealed for help. The Man sitting next to me, who was also my boss, bent over, and tapped the tortoise with a nut cracker, and broke off a chunk of its shell which he proudly placed on my plate.
I lifted it to my lips and it was actually delicious, very rich flavor, very spicy and very velvety. It was like sucking moss from a mossy rock, and I nodded approvingly and everyone started to eat.
Then suddenly I was racked with the most excruciating stomach pains I have ever had, and I knew I had to go find a toilet.
Alas! The restaurant either did not have one or they could not decipher my distress, and I was in a bad way. I ran out of the restaurant and ran back to my apartment, which was about 100 yards down the road, used the facilites in my apartment and returned to the restaurant. I still have no idea if I was even missed. The Chinese have excellent manners.
I refused to eat any more tortoise, and and as I had already had some, that was accepted , and the meal continued.
The next episode was a few weeks later at a function at the Wuhan Cultural centre. We were guests and sitting at the most prominent table in the front of the restaurant. Everyone was looking at our group and we were obviously very important people.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, when we were served individual small tortoises on beautiful white plates.
My turtle sat with his head turned back so his steamed eyes looked into mine.
I carefully fiddled with the turtle, had a small sip of the juices after making approving sounds, and the table started eating blissfully.
Again I got a stomach pain after just the first sip of the tortoise juices. Hastlily I apologised, stood up and and made my way to the restaurant facilities. When I came back, the waiter had carefully covered my tortoise with a cover, and he now took it off so I could resume my meal.
I looked wildly around but no-one could speak English, so what I did was what I have done many other times with food I do not want to eat. I carefully hid it behind the serviette, ignored it, and smiled bravely.
To my horror, the attentive waiter, who was there to serve me, and me only, came back and exposed the tortoise again. I again pushed it to the side, smiling weakly.
He seemed to understand. He took the tortoise and returned it to the kitchen and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Ten minutes later he was back. He had a covered ceremonial looking dish which he placed in front of me. Everyone looked and smiled. I looked at the my plate and nearly screamed. There was a bigger tortoise sitting on black rocks grinning evilly at me.
I said ‘Thank you’ and ignored him.
There was a discussion between my translator and the waiter, but thankfully another turtle was not brought for my approval.
A few months ago I was wandering the outback of Queensland and there hidden in the bushes by a dam was a complete turtle, dried up. I collect odd things and though I do not eat turtle, I do like the shell, so I took him back with me in the utility.
When I had a free day, I placed him in a huge pot and covered him with water and disinfectant and boiled and boiled and boiled.
The entire turtle transformed into what looked like, and smelt like, old dried turtle soup. It smelt like an old boot being boiled with sump oil and unidentified oils. The rich turtle smell was very predominant. I remebered it well.
I considered the fact that it was possibly OK to eat, if you like to eat this sort of thing, but I threw it out and cleaned the shell. I managed to get it perfectly clean after many hours of boiling and scraping, and he is still somewhere amongst my stored belongings wherever they are today.
Last night at dinner, I looked at the tank full of wandering tortoises, or were they turtles, and did not say anything, afraid that any comment I made would be misinterpreted as me saying I would like to eat turtle.
I was asked at the table if I would like to try the turtle, and there was a visible sigh of regret when the reply was ‘positively not..No thank you”
I felt the tiniest bit guilty when I saw their faces, but I just cannot handle another turtle episode, and it was far too cold to go rushing back to my apartment to solve another turtle crises.
Did you know:
Turtles are much prized for their oil. It has been used for face and body creams because of its richness.
I would like to thank you all for the warm welcoming you gave me last week. It was very much appreciated and I’m sorry if I’ve worried you. My WordPress family is the best! And now that I have your attention, I’ll take the opportunity to tell you that I’ll be leaving again but this time for far different reasons. I’ve got a couple of things I had planned on doing as the New Year began but that flu bug caused a major change of plans. As a result, I had thought that I’d start a hiatus in a couple of weeks from now but then I received an email. My Zia and cousin from San Marino are coming to the States for a visit! I don’t know much more than that they will be arriving in Michigan sometime Friday. Whether I go to visit them, or, they come to Chicago to visit me…
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As a child I loved Tapioca….This is a wonderful recipe…Thanks
I am really beginning to like tapioca pearls. It has always existed in the Indian cuisine and is consumed both in sweet and savory form. I have done a recipe with tapioca pearls and potato cakes before and this time I wanted to do a sweet recipe with it. I LOVE bubble teas…I am the only one in my family who does. But I think they are so fun to eat and pair so well with different flavors. That bubble in the bubble tea is also a form of tapioca pearl….but much bigger in size.
These pearls are smaller and do not take much time to cook. This recipe is a relatively healthier option for desserts and can be made vegan by replacing milk with coconut milk or almond milk and by skipping the pomegranate curd. Instead you can add a mix of fresh fruits.
Although the recipe is pretty…
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Cannoli are Sicilian tubes of deep-fried pastry stuffed with sweetened sheep’s milk ricotta. Traditionally they were prepared for carnevale, but nowadays they are prepared year round and not just in Sicily. The stuffing can be enriched with chocolate chips, candied fruit, or nuts such as pistachios. I served them as dessert for Christmas this year.
Cannoli are made with sheep’s milk ricotta, as there are few cows in Sicily and mostly sheep. Outside of Italy it can be difficult to find sheep’s milk ricotta. Since it is easy to make homemade ricotta, I decided to try to find sheep’s milk instead. Of course you can substitute with cow’s milk ricotta, which will not be traditional but good all the same.
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