Sunday 28 February 2010

Post number three, 'White (Haricot) Beans'











I simply adore white beans, in fact I almost have an fascination with them. I am not quite sure how this manifested itself in me, maybe because from childhood we get introduced and grow to love them as a 'tomatoey' sweet pulse of joy then, in my case at least, they return some years later in a 'grown up' fashion. Like reacquainting oneself with an old friend.

They are flexible as an ingredient, so pleasing to have in the store cupboard dried waiting for a soaking, or once this is done and a batch is cooked, swimming happily in their own liquor in the fridge. A knowing and nourishing accompaniment to many foods,fish or foul,meat,game,they have great gastronomic friends. In winter they can help create stews, in summer add substance and texture to salads. White beans have integrity.

I can recount with ease great meals I have had where white beans have played a big part in the magic; a cassoulet at The Anchor and Hope a few years back on a bleak winters day, Bentleys in an intense fishy creamy broth with Smoked haddock, St John with Rabbit and aioli, at a Karl Goward(ex St John now @DrapersArms)outpost in Suffolk braised with octopus and served with pork belly.

The basic dried white bean preparation I use is to soak them for three hours or so(over night soaking is not required unless they are very old), then simmer in unsalted water for twenty minutes or so, rinse then cover with fresh water, throw a couple of heads of garlic in with two bay leafs. Put lid on the pan and into a slow to medium oven for about one and a half hours, until the beans are still intact but tender. They can then be seasoned put into a container,cooled and refridgerated for a good week or two.

They have so much flavour already at this stage, just some good olive oil is a perfect marriage. I frequently eat them with good quality tinned tuna, maybe capers, thinly sliced shallot, lemon juice and parsley added. Delicious.

One of my favorite's dishes to prepare from this stage is white bean, tomato and chorizo stew; sweat down(slowly) some shallots, onions, fennel and garlic. Throw in some booze if any is kicking around, cook it out, put your beans in with two squished tinned tomatoes(a decent pouring of passata works well if in stock), some tomato puree and cover with chicken stock. Throw in a handful of small whole cooking chorizo's, and cook for around 30 minutes slowly thickening. Remove the chorizo's and slice then return them to the pan, check seasoning and add some chopped parsley to finish. It's great on its own or to serve with pork, chicken or fish. Squid, chilli and preserved lemon can be added to this too(at the beginning)to make a more piquant, 'racey' version.

To sign off I leave you with a stunningly simple white bean and meat dish that always impresses those that eat it. It only requires bread, sharply dressed green salad and much red wine for a great winters evening with friends;



Jane Grigson White Bean and Meat stew



A good couple of handfuls of either lamb(ideal), beef or pork, cut into chunks

A packet of dried white haricot beans(soaked, boiled for 15 minutes drained and rinsed)

A good two or three tablespoons of gound Allspice

Two cloves of garlic chopped

A large onion chopped

Water

Splash of oil

Salt and pepper

Tinned tomatoes and Tomato puree


Chop the onion and throw into a heavy bottomed casserole dish, sweat slowly for ten to fifteen minutes adding the garlic after about ten minutes. Add the meat chunks and brown. Deglaze with touch of wine if you have it to hand if not water will suffice, then add the beans. Squish the tomatoes in and add a good squirt of puree. Cover well with cold water mix and season with the allspice and pepper. Pop into a slow-medium oven for about one and a half hours. About fifteen minutes before time check for taste and season with salt and add some more Allspice and pepper if required. The beans thicken the liquor, the taste from such simple and inexpensive ingredients is superb.

You can finish with chopped parsley if you like.




































Wednesday 17 February 2010

Post number two, 'The Harwood Arms '





Last Saturday I had lunch at the Harwood Arms, not a debut for me but the first time since its award of a Michelin Star. It has a great pedigree being related to The Square and The Ledbury. It is in an interesting location, minutes from the 'hussle and bolshy bussel' of North End road but at the end of a very fine street of Victorian Villas. The pub and what it now offers suits this street very much. I would in fact like to live in this street.

The room is attractive and bright, elegantly and softly decorated with black and white photography and pretty flower arrangements.

The menu is 'English country side meets fine dining' , intriguing. Lots of game, Venison 't' bones , Pheasant thighs. There is a fantastic Bar snack menu which is very hard to ignore, particularly their famous Scotch eggs. The wine list is not extensive in range but very detailed in explanation, I like that and it truly helps when ordering.

To start proceedings we ordered scotch eggs, freshly fried and served with a pleasing snowcap of sea salt. Cut into, the egg was delightfully fresh and fluid, surrounded by an adequate casing of seasoned minced venison. A great way to kick off the Harwood food experience particularly with the pint of perfectly kept Wandle ale I was drinking at the time.

Next Snails; beautifully presented in an egg cup format, stuffed with a touch of oxtail, parsley crumbs and to close it off a slice of bone marrow. I am not sure what these additions add in the overall experience of eating snails, maybe I am just too keen on eating them simply with 'snail butter' , but the challenge to oneself to extract all that lies deep in the shell with the little fork is fun and rewarding, if you succeed.

My main course , Cullen Skink. A deep grooved handsome looking bowl arrived on their trademark olive tree wood boards, nestling next to it a charred rosemary bread bun for dipping. Brilliantly fresh, bulbous, amber mussels gleefully supported the chunks of succulent smoked fish and potato, with vibrant green Kale as a garnish, all carefully plated in a intense broth, superb.

Other main courses eaten on our table were ox cheek, mashed potato ('Michelin mash', totally creamy, rich and buttery) and pickled walnut, the latter giving a lovely sweet sharp edge to the rich and unctuous melting cheek. Also Venison T bone, it looked a mighty specimen, cooked perfectly pink.

A New Zealand Peregrine Pinot Noir proved to be a splendid wine for the lunch, it required some cheese to see it off so I gratefully obliged and ordered the cheese plate, three or four cheeses nicely at one with the room temperature and individually good arrived.

It was felt by common consensus that we couldn't leave without a bowl of miniature marmalade doughnuts and cream, a delicious and clever sharing sweet to sign off.

As a mean over my three visits fifty or sixty pounds a head sees you right going through the card with good wine. Correct money for the quality of food and service(not the sharpest but it is a pub and charming attitudes more than compensated for delays) returned.

The Harwood Arms is really very good indeed. Uniquely so, in London that is, it offers a 'fine dining experience' in the surrounds of a Public House. The 'Gastro pub' bar is raised but to the Anchor and Hope- you are just fine.


Four out of five stars


The Harwood Arms
27 Walham Grove
SW6 1UR

0207 386 1847






Thursday 4 February 2010

Post number one, 'A background'

My real love of food was born when I started travelling with my job in Europe, particularly the south of France, north east Spain and Italy. What impressed me so was the way people took the subject of food so seriously, not just those in the fantastic restaurants I started to eat at, but everyone I met. I am in the fashion business but food was always so high on the agenda with the people I was visiting. Botafumeiro in Barcelona, La Petite Maison and Le Merenda in Nice, Coco Lezzone in Florence. I was frequently taken to these establishments and they all excited and inspired me. The simplicity, purity and quality of the food was magnificent.

I was of course subsequently duty bound to reciprocate lunches and dinners when I welcomed visitors in London and this drove me forward to research what London had to offer, what was new, what was hot. Time out became an essential weekly purchase and I started venturing out, trying and tasting. One of my spanish colleagues back then was particularly demanding when he came to London, each time he visited he craved new and cool, food and fun.

It was on a particular night with this amigo that the first defining moment in my food life occured, a dinner at St John on a winters eve in 1994. I remember we ate Middlewhite and swede, glorious milky white and yellow comfort on a plate, Pigeon and lentils, proper welsh rarebit. The room and it's stark coolness, the simplicity but beauty of the food, the pig on the ashtrays, the menu printed with those immortal words 'Nose to tail eating', the coat pegs, I was inspired and hooked. Regular visits ensued.

Some years later I purchased 'Nose to tail eating' by Fergus Henderson and a happy obsession began. It was not just the fantastically novel, non whimsical preparations in the book but the imaginative and captivating way in which they are described to the reader. Not to mention the innovative and superb photography.

The second defining moment in my food life to date was when my old mate @legbye donated me 'Roast chicken and other stories ' by Simon Hopkinson. Hopkinson's love for what he was writing about jumped out at me and I found it totally inspiring. I could at last roast a chicken brilliantly, I never looked back. I was intrigued by the 'fanfares' in the book, where he wonders away from the food/recipe narrative and champions certain people and what they meant to him; this is when Elizabeth David, Alice Waters and Richard Olney came into my life.

Since then I have read and referred back to Nose to tail eating, Roast Chicken and other stories, Simple French cooking by Richard Olney and various Liz David books time and time again. This set of books have become my bibles for the food I love to cook and eat. I try to stay within their confines not least so I have a certain 'way' in the kitchen I am used to and can therefore perform quite well at. Bits and bobs of innovation in terms of ingredients and preparation barge they way in every now and then but generally I like to practise and eat simple, seasonal cooking with the emphasis on quality ingredients.

I have continued to be interested in and visit new restaurants and pubs as well as frequenting the stalwarts I love; I have watched with great interest the influence Fergus Henderson has had on food in London in the last 15 years, his disciples leaving and opening their own establishments, also the growing trend for bistro style food that I also love so much. I do enjoy the occasional foray into the world of fine dining too.

On this blog I will share(with those kind enough to read it) my new restaurant experiences in the UK and overseas. I will also share anything interesting that pops up from my messing around in the kitchen at home and random tit bits relating to real ales and fine wines. I rather enjoy a good pint of bitter as well as a fine bottle of wine.