Eating Australia’s Coat of Arms

Last night I enjoyed a tasty meal at a restaurant serving up all Australian dishes.  Here’s a quick photo essay to take you through my all Australian meal…

Appetiser: Red Claw Yabbie with Tarragon jus and Fennel cream

Entrée: Crocodile with fig salad

Entrée: Tasmanian Possum

Entrée: Tuna sashimi

Main: Kangaroo fillet

Main: Emu fillet

Main: Rabbit

Dessert: Pumpkin and lemon myrtle tartlet

Dessert: Apple and anisata pie

Banana Bread

It is Banana Bread day somewhere in the world.  To celebrate I’ll be baking banana bread later today.  Banana bread is a gorgeous snack, especially served warm with a dollop of mascarpone cream.  This recipe uses normal flour, but I substitute gluten free flours and just have to play around a little with the amounts of flour to liquid quantities to get the consistency right (sorry there is no exact measure as it seems to change every time – mostly because I forget to write down the amount that worked the last time!!)

This recipe is from Taste.com.au

Ingredients

Melted low fat dairy spread to grease

1 3/4 cups self-raising flour

1/4 cup plain flour

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

2/3 cup firmly packed brown sugar

1/2 cup skim milk

2 eggs lightly whisked

50g butter, melted, cooled

2 over ripe medium bananas

Method

1. Preheat oven to 180 C.  Brush an 11 x 21 cm loaf pan with melted dairy spread and line with non-stick baking paper.

2. Sift combined flours and cinnamon into a large bowl.  Stir in sugar and make a well in the centre. Place milk, eggs, melted butter and bananas in a medium bowl, stir until combined.  Add banana mixture to flour mixture and stir until just combined.  Spoon mixture into prepared pan and smooth surface.

3. Bake in preheated oven for 45-50 minutes or until skewer inserted comes out clean.  Remove from oven and set aside in the pan for 5 minutes.  Turn onto wire rack to cool completely.  Cut into slices to serve.

Food Rainbows

Markets

I’ve become slightly obsessed with cooking dishes that contain colour.  Lots of colour.  Walking through the markets this morning was a sensory overload.  Bags of rich brown spices, light golden grains and rusty red beans.  Tables piled high with bright pink dragon fruit, bundles of herbs and boxes of plump paw paw, avocados and juicy tomatoes.  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sumptuous array of

Dragon Fruit & Paw Paw

colours, textures and smells lining both sides of the road.

I want to start experimenting more with cooking and the foods I use.  This week alone I’ve tasted more new foods, then I have in a long time.  Sushi, kangaroo steaks and prawns have all become new favourites, sweet potato for breakfast was another newly introduced dish I had never even thought of.  Lightly seasoned, diced and cooked up to serve with scrambled eggs.  YUM!!  My absolute favourite dish for a mouth watering splash of colour, would have to be stir fry.  Vermicelli noodles, garlic, ginger, basil or coriander, lemongrass or shallots, egg or chicken, carrots, broccoli, beans, mushrooms, capsicum (peppers), spinach and zucchini.  Sometimes even pumpkin or potato, along with soy sauce, oyster sauce and sweet chilli sauce.  It all intertwines to create a beautiful mixture of taste, colour, texture and smell that cannot be topped… in my kitchen anyway.

Pottering

For all my gypsy wanderings, traveller life style and objection to settling – I put down roots today.  Well, planted them anyway.  Wilted and forlorn clumps of Basil, Thyme, Oregano, Rosemary, Parsley and Lemongrass were kindly donated to fulfil my need to play in the dirt.  But it was more than a desire to play.  It was a need to nurture, tend to and enjoy the herbs of my labour and love.  A need that had been niggling at me for quite a while to get back to the living elements of life.

I’m in no way a green thumb.  But I like gardens, trees, being outdoors and playing around in dirt.  Living in an apartment squashes the notion of a conventional garden though.  I also like to cook (I’m in no way brilliant at it, but it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy doing it!!) and the idea of being able to pick fresh herbs to use when I cook is just a little bit… romantic… organic… Jamie Oliver-esque… I can only dream!

Gardening on a balcony involves plastic pots and carrying a bag of soil up the stairs to put into the pots.  It almost feels fake.  Until my hands plunge into the soil, digging a hole for the roots to sit in.  Spreading soil around the compacted soil entwined in the roots from the previous pot, which is now to small.  Then pushing it all down together.  Binding together.  Ensuring that water will slowly trickle through the soil nourishing each particle and giving the roots time to drink.  Ah, I feel alive again.  Something so simple had such a meditative effect on me.  The wonderful feeling of connection to nature.  How I’ve missed you!

The smell of basil spikes the air, escaping from a few leaves crushed during the transfer of homes.  Watering my newly potted plants, I looked on quite proudly… Contemplating which herbs I could use in my next cooking adventure.

 

Nem eum

I was lucky enough to meet a local girl, Thuy, while travelling in Hue, Vietnam.  She invited me to her aunty & uncles house for a cooking lesson and dinner, my last afternoon in Hue.  It was a fantastic experience to pick up some local culinary skills as well as get an insight into  the family lifestyle of the Vietnamese.

Thuy, her aunty, cousin and I convened in the small kitchen space at the back of the house.  Fresh rice paper squares where piled on a damp cloth and vermicelli noodles tipped into a bowl of water to soak.  Then I was set to work.  Thuy and her cousin washed and prepared vegetables for the salad, while Thuy’s aunty showed me how to prepare each ingredient for the spring rolls, before leaving me to slice, dice and mix the aromatic flavours together.  This recipe for spring rolls came from Hanoi and was a local recipe.  It was where Thuy’s aunty had grown up and it was one of her favourite recipes to cook.  With all of us girls in the kitchen, the cooking lesson dissolved in waves of giggles on more than one occasion, as my questions were lost in translation or as their questions about my lack of a boyfriend or husband became increasingly personal.

Once the preparation was finished, we began assembling spring rolls and cooking them.  Getting the amount of filling right and then folding them correctly took a few tries, but once I’d worked out the tricks to getting the edges folded on them, I was off and rolling.  Once cooked our delicious smelling spring rolls were plated up on a bed of lettuce and placed on the straw floor mat in the living room.  Along with a big pot of rice, salad and a pork and potato dish the girls had cooked up as well.  Sharing a meal on the floor of their home was great fun.  Thuy’s uncle spent the evening trying to jokingly marry me off to his ten year old son and the girls giggled their way through reliving the adventures of my cooking class that afternoon with the rest of the family.

As with most meals shared with friends, there was enough food to feed an army, but they insisted I keep eating.  Not wanting to be rude to their hospitality, I obliged, eating until I couldn’t move.  I’d had a wonderful time with my new friends and was genuinely sad when the evening came to an end.  Photos were taken, hugs given, before hopping on my bicycle and rolling all the way back to my hostel.

Nem eum - Hanoi Spring Rolls

Ingredients:

Vermicelli noodles                             Spices

Pork mince                                           Fish Sauce

Shitaki mushrooms                           Sprouts

Shallots                                                2 Eggs

Half a carrot diced                            Lemon/lime

Rice paper squares                           Sugar

Method:

Soak noodles.  Drain.  Cut into small pieces.  Fry mushrooms and spices then take off the heat.  Stir into noodles.  Stir in pork mince, carrots, sprouts, shallots, eggs, fish sauce, lime juice and teaspoon of sugar.  Place heaped tablespoon of mixture on rice paper and roll.  Fry in pan on medium heat.

Dipping Sauce:

Crush garlic and chilli.  Stir in sugar, lemon juice and fish sauce.  Add water and stir together.

Loving You

I dimmed the lights.  Dire Straits “Romeo and Juliet” played softly in the background, adding to my mood.  My heart fluttered with each step and my mouth went dry in anticipation.  I ran my tongue along my top lip first.  Then the bottom.  Before my bottom lip curled in and I bit it gently with my teeth.

Patience now.

There was no need to rush.  I had you all to my self.

I slid into the opposite chair, my hands creeping, inching slowly across the table.  Arms outstretched, I curled my fingers into my fists, holding back the urge to grab out and fling you to me.  Exhaling, my fingers released.  Gently, tentatively they reached out, wrapping around you.

“Are you ready?” I ask, although the answer doesn’t matter.  I know I want you and there’s no turning back.

Scooping you up, my mind whirls.  Exhilaration racing through my body, heat flooding my face, leaving my cheeks red, hot, burning with desire.  We’re only a breath a part.  Then my lips touch you, tasting you, instantly.  Resistance is now useless.

Flecks of chocolate hit my tongue as you melt in my mouth.  I slide the spoon out between my firmly closed lips, savouring the feel of you against the back of my lips, for there is no escape.  I have you now and all you can do is melt in my mouth and roll down my throat.  Leaving only traces of chocolate chips on my tongue.

Love of my life

Simple pleasures

We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink…

~Epicurus

Enjoying a meal with friends and family, a simple pleasure in life

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