Monday, April 30, 2007

Excuse me, could you tell me where the coocoos is please?


Am loving the smoked paprika which I got from the Spice Shop off Portobello Road, which had its latest outing with a couscous of peppers, courgettes and chickpeas, which was massively herbalised with fresh dill and parsley, as well as an earlier base of thyme, oregano, chives, chilli and the paprika. With some yoghurt and cucumber on the side this was nae bad. Not great, but nae bad.

Still a pearl


Richard Billingham eat your heart out!

Les fleurs et le pain bananais


Columbia Road on Sunday is pretty wonderful in itself but the cute cafe on Georgina Gardens provides yet another reason to visit. The Ts very kindly treated me to a breakfast of a big hunk of banana bread and a double espresso - my kind of start to the day. CT observed that the bb was admirable for the way that it was both bread-y and it retained its cake qualities and I don't think it could be put any better.

Stuffed peppers with stuff on the side



I had a little phase a while ago of really wanting stuffed peppers (I'm sorry notification of this and the updating of the blog has been so tardy). This time I went "doolally for herbs" as Jamie Oliver so horribly announced in one of his ads, frying onions with oregano, chives, thyme and smoked paprika, plus garlic, tomato puree and oyster mushrooms, with some feta on top (actually Sainsbury's value 'Greek-style' cheese, which you would be hard-put to differentiate from feta). Also on the menu was some Ossetian cheese and potato bread which came from a fiendishly difficult recipe on the internet (well, it was quite easy but I was knackered from other cooking by that point), so these became Ossetian cheese and potato puffs, and were judged to be none the worse for it, though I bet the bread is miles better if that on offer at Tibilisi is anything to go by. Broad beans are now in the markets: hooray!

Monday, April 16, 2007

Menara, Menara, Menara: sounds like a football chant when you write it like that















B rightly observed what an exemplary place Menara is this evening. Number7 (think Eric, not David or Cristiano) treated us to mint tea, baklava and shisha, and all three were right at the top of their class in what is a really convivial atmosphere. The mint tea, made with rose water b divined, was, well, divine. A place for times to chill.

Ragam




Finally we have discovered an excellent neighbourhood Indian restaurant in central London, and it's next door to the best neighbourhood Arab resto in central London! Ragam is a small, south Indian place where we had some of the loveliest service I have had all year: polite, discreet, attentive and modest. The food was really excellent: we had five vegetable side dishes with a couple of portions of rice, some garlic paratha (should read very garlic paratha on the menu), preceded by some hot and regular poppadoms. The attention to detail in the cooking was made plain with the three chutneys which were a long way off the usual, extremely sweet indstrial dips one gets in curry houses (don't get me wrong, I like those chutneys, but these were yummier). The beetroot and onion chutney was especially good. The vegetable dishes included some fluffy spinach with garlic, a hot/sweet/sour Keralan curry, a very good aubergine dish and a yummy chickpea curry. With glasses of tap water, refilled without asking, the bill with service was about £33. We'll be back.

Why the heck is my celery not properly wrapped?


I rather dozily went to Tesco this morning to pick up some cat food for Wotsit and a few other things which I dimly remembered as being on a list I'd forgotten. I'm not sure whether celery was or was not on that list, but I figured I wanted some, approached the vegetable section and... what the hell is going on... the celery is not in its usual plastic bag. The celery is bloody loose!

At the time, I thought little of this packaging error, but a bit later I realised what was going on: that Tesco had, as Sam Wollaston might say, only gone and got ethical with their celery. It struck me that my reaction as a consumer was emblematic of how hard it is for supermarkets and producers more generally to change their habits in the face of the incredible potential resistance from consumers who are so used to things being the way they are. Tesco's celery decision also made me think about my own food-buying habits in a way that no Guardian article or trendy organic grocery had ever done, because it made me wonder how many changes I ought to make in my own buying habits. I mean I smugly shop in street markets for fruit and veg, but realistically a lot of that produce is flown in, and I buy it there because it's cheaper than in supermarkets and I like tha banter of the market. I enjoy fruit and vegetable in season, but then I enjoy plenty which are damn well out of season. I like going to places like Konstam which source their products from within the M25, but I'm not averse to a McFlurry every now and then. All of which is to say, just how much of an ethical push should I make with regard to food, given that Tesco is making an effort and food (after rent) makes up the biggest part of my monthly budget.

Does it make sense to continue in a rough and ready fashion or is this the kind of area where it would be worth setting oneself limits in terms of the non-seasonal, non-local produce one buys? After all, London is full of great food entrepreneurs who are trying to push consumers in ethical directions and there'd be a lot of fun on a journey towards this goal. Yet, there's also a little niggling thought in my mind as to what on earth we mean by "ethical" food. I guess I do want to support people who grow and make things in non-harmful ways, who treat their staff justly, but I also want to support my man in Pearl kebab takeaway who I really like, whose chips are the best, and who lets me off with paying less if I don't have the right change, and I pay him back that time. It seems to me there's something pretty good about that food relationship yet I feel it falls outside our general idea of what ethical eating is all about. Also, I can't see myself going organic because it's pricier and I guess I have a slight residual suspicion of the idea of wholly moving in that direction.