How I’ve grown to like goat’s cheese.

It used to be my least favourite cheese. Every time Moka comes from Paris, she always brings along a little packet full of goods from her local cheese shop, normally one of them is a small goat’s cheese. Never been keen on it. Last Sunday, while visiting Roman Villa in Chedworth, I came across a local cheese maker, a goat’s cheese maker, to be specific. I never pass by these people without interest. The woman asked me, “Do you like goat’s cheese?” “No, I don’t”, I said. “Why won’t you try some of mine then?” she said. “Ok”, I replied. And it was actually surprisingly nice, not too strong, coated in mixed pepper. The woman said the younger the cheese is, the milder the flavour.

This evening I used what was left of it and stuffed some chicken breasts with it, alongside fresh thyme, wrapped the breasts in bacon and roasted them off on a bed of tomatoes and shallots. Served with a nice little idea from GF, roasted potatoes coated in a mixture of flour, grated parmesan and nutmeg. And a pleasant green salad.

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Friday night. Pizza.

Every time I make pizza I use a different recipe for the base. That’s in search for a perfect one. The search continues, as this evening I used Jamie Oliver’s recipe, taking into account some comments of the readers.

For the dough I used 500 g of strong bread flour, sieved with 0,5 tbsp of sugar and a good pinch of salt, 2 tbsp of olive oil and then mixed with 325 ml of  warm water with 7g of dry yeast dissolved. I worked my dough for a few minutes, then , as suggested by one of the readers, I chopped and mixed in some red chilli. I then left it wrapped in the blanket and left it for an hour, while I’ve done my ironing.

Once doubled in size, I’ve spread some tomato ketchup on top on a rolled out base, topped with lovely Oxford Blue cheese( I am going back for more tomorrow, it was so good!), fresh shallot, olives, tomatoes and oregano from the garden. Having baked it, I further topped it with parma ham, rocket, fresh basil and shaved parmesan.

We’ve managed to have pigged most of it, accompanied by some Chilean Cab-Sav.

Very, very good.

Sunday roast in Gretton.

We’re still enjoying discovering different places around Winchcombe. Today we set off to Broadway, been on the Tower, been to a nuclear bunker and drove down to Gretton, to The Royal Oak pub, recommended to Florek by someone at work. Behind the bar there was Ian, one of Lion’s customers and among guests Martin, Lion’s new head chef. It felt nearly cosy!

We both had roast, mine was lovely soft, succulent pork, with perfectly cooked parsnips and carrots and crispy spuds. Gravy not as sensational as in Prestbury,  but on the whole, with a nice half pint of Peroni, very, very nice.

 

Green Bruschetta.

The original idea was broad beans on a toasted bread, but broad beans are not yet in season, so I’ll wait, in the meantime though widely accessible garden peas  quickly cooked, then  a touch of garden mint, blitzed, but  not into a paste, I like it a bit chunky, well seasoned and placed on a pan fried French bread. Finished with shaved parmesan and a drizzle of olive oil. Filling, yummy, will be done again.

Coffee & Walnut cake.

The recipe comes from “Crumbs”, a free cool magazine delivered to the Lion once a month. I made it yesterday and took half to work, mainly for Matt, who said it was his favourite. And it was a good thing to do, as it sweetened the day at work a little, after another fit of a certain arse of a  manager.

Now, the recipe recommended baking 3 flat cakes, I made one and sliced it in half, worked just fine. I used 140 g of soft unsalted butter, 100 g of caster sugar, 40 g of brown sugar all into the silver bowl of the kitchen aid. 3 small eggs lightly beaten, which I added slowly into the mix, then about 40 ml of strong espresso coffee, spiked with a dash of kahlua, 140 g of self raising flour, 0,5 tsp of baking powder and finally 50 g of toasted, chopped walnuts. This baked nicely in 180 degrees for about 30 mins.

When done and cooled, I sliced it in half and drizzled over a mixture of more espresso coffee, sugar and water. Finally I made the butter cream. 100 g of unsalted butter, about 100 g of icing sugar, less than recommended and still I thought it was too much. I added yet more coffee and then some more, tasting all the time. I didn’t want to end up with a sickly cake.

Tops, the chopped, toasted walnuts.

Profiteroles.

In every place I work there is at least one dish that I take with me. Even in shitty ones, like Francesco’s, where I learned to make meatballs with fresh mint and make them this way ever since. Current place lacks a bit in terms of excitement, but profiteroles are on the menu and today Oluta has made profiteroles. I used the recipe from GF website, I found it easy and enjoyable.

For the choux pastry I used 50 g of butter, 2 tsp of sugar, which I melted with 150 ml of water and then took off the heat and added 75 g of strong flour, mixing vigorously. When it was getting off the sides of the pan easily, I transferred it to the kitchen aid and made it do the further work, slowly adding 2 beaten eggs. And when ready, with the help of a piping bag I got them ready to bake in 220 degrees for about 18-20 minutes.

When cooled, I filled them with whipped cream, done in my usual way, with some vanilla paste, icing sugar and a touch of lemon juice.

The chocolate sauce- 35 g of cocoa powder sifted into a bowl, about 100 ml of water with 100 g of sugar, when melted and boiling I added it to the cocoa and returned to the pan, mixing until smooth. I added a bit of butter, just to balance the cholesterol with the cream( ha!) and a touch of Kahlua, for coffee flavour.

Very pleased with the result. Tasty, not sickly sweet. Will be done again.