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I've made this a couple of times recently so thought I'd share the recipe. Friday night we thought we'd have a bit of a feast so we started with asparagus [boil gently, wrap in proscuitto or parma ham, put a slice of brie on top and hove under the grill until the cheese softens] then the pie [see below] and Rocky Road with Joe's Ice Cream for pudding.
( Here's the pie: )
( Here's the pie: )
This is a bit of a rule-of-thumb sort of recipe that I learned from Rita, the lady I stayed with in East Wittering, during my not-quite-year in England, 1986-87; precise measures are utterly lacking.-
You must have all of these:
What you do with them:
Enjoy!
You must have all of these:
- fish fillet, fresh or frozen; I had salmon and tuna, but any white fish will do just as well as that colourful stuff
- mixed vegetables; I was lazy and took a package of frozen 'Buttergemüse' that you get anywhere in Germany; in Finland I would have used herne-maissi-paprika, and so on. If you're very conscientious, you prepare fresh vegetables, and in that case, I would use mushrooms, leeks and carrots, as Rita used to.
- white sauce; you can make it from scratch (Rita used to), heating butter, adding flower, making a 'butterball', then dissolving that with milk: - but I used the stuff from a packeage, just using milk instead of water. A bit of white pepper and a tiny tiny bit of nutmeg is good in either case.
- mashed potatoes; cooking the potatoes with ground artichokes for the sake of taste, and mashing them up along with the potatoes is something Rita used to do as well. I happened to have that sort of mashed potatoes from our Thanksgiving dinner, which had reminded me of Rita and her excellent cooking, and so I thought of the fish pie, actually
What you do with them:
- fish goes on the bottom of a oven-proof casserole type dish, with a bit of salt and white pepper if you want to; then the vegetables follow, then all that gets smothered in the white sauce.
- cover the whole with a solid layer of the mashed potatoes; best smooth it down witha spatula to make sure the stuff underneath is completely covered.
- you can then rough up the top a bit, or sprinkle a bit of grated cheese, butter, or breadcrumbs for the sake of crustiness
- the whole thing goes into the oven at not too hot (180° C) for an hour -- which is the rule for any casseroles and gratins anyway, it seems, no matter of what, and how much there is of it. Seems to be a basic axiom of life, just like the thing with the drunks and nutcases always knowing when to get off the train or bus.
Enjoy!
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Nothings actually foolproof, but this is the closest I've got to it. It makes a dense, moist, luscious alcoholic cake that's inclined to fall to bits. Marzipan and icing to hold it together is very useful. ( Do NOT feed to people who have long journeys to make! )
This is a recipe I use when we have people round for a meal because it looks fancy and different. It also fulfill my deep basic need for occasional physical violence. I'm sorry, I have no pictures. Will take some next time I make it.
( Sticky Chicken )
( Sticky Chicken )
This is an odd sort of pie, I recommend a few more olives since I had a huge amount of fresh tomatoes and the olives got a little bit lost. Overall its quite tasty though not exactly what I expected.
( Carmelized Tomato Tart )
( Carmelized Tomato Tart )
Chocolate nemesis -- totally deserves its name!
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essayel pointed me to it, at some stage last year. It killed the Nazgul and me ded on a Sunday, and it killed all my fellow slaves at the slavery ded on the Monday. It is dangerous, dangerous stuff...
ETA August 16th, 2010: I was considering to make this for my co-slaves at the slavery when I realised that it will be 10 years on Wednesday since I started slaving away there. Looking up the ingredients I'd need, I found that the link was dead. I found myself a new link to the recipe (which seems to have been invented in a café in London), and changed it here so I can refer to it again. My poor little network users deserve Nemesis for ten years of having me as their IT nemesis.
And I am dreadful. Really!
Did I mention the time when I pulled one bloke bodily from under the table because he was trying to re-connect is virus-ridden workstation for the sake of a stock market game he was losing for lack of internet? Or the time when I called out the Napsterer from the communcal lunch break and read him the riot act about using everybody's resources (a double ISDN line of whopping 126 Kbit/s for all fifty employees!) to download music for the fitness classes he ran as a second job/paying hobby? Or the editor whom I publicly put back on last name terms for being an utter jerk-ass who had installed and then de-installed sizeable software on his workstation, then complained about the aftereffects of the uninstall without ever deigning to tell me what had happened, instead inferring that the workstation had spontaneously malfunctioned and it was my problem to fix it (and not reinstall the computer utterly, as I usually did, because he had data on it despite the fact I kept telling them not to), and then watching me flail at it for days until I discovered a faint hint of that program which the uninstall had left behind. Number one and number two are long gone; number three is a mountaineering guide (another 'paying hobby' enterprise) who will hopefully eschew the chocolate in the name of 'fitness' and/or assume anything coming from me will have been poisoned so ingeniously as to affect only him. The rest of my colleagues does deserve something special for putting up with me for so long...
essayel pointed me to it, at some stage last year. It killed the Nazgul and me ded on a Sunday, and it killed all my fellow slaves at the slavery ded on the Monday. It is dangerous, dangerous stuff...ETA August 16th, 2010: I was considering to make this for my co-slaves at the slavery when I realised that it will be 10 years on Wednesday since I started slaving away there. Looking up the ingredients I'd need, I found that the link was dead. I found myself a new link to the recipe (which seems to have been invented in a café in London), and changed it here so I can refer to it again. My poor little network users deserve Nemesis for ten years of having me as their IT nemesis.
And I am dreadful. Really!
Did I mention the time when I pulled one bloke bodily from under the table because he was trying to re-connect is virus-ridden workstation for the sake of a stock market game he was losing for lack of internet? Or the time when I called out the Napsterer from the communcal lunch break and read him the riot act about using everybody's resources (a double ISDN line of whopping 126 Kbit/s for all fifty employees!) to download music for the fitness classes he ran as a second job/paying hobby? Or the editor whom I publicly put back on last name terms for being an utter jerk-ass who had installed and then de-installed sizeable software on his workstation, then complained about the aftereffects of the uninstall without ever deigning to tell me what had happened, instead inferring that the workstation had spontaneously malfunctioned and it was my problem to fix it (and not reinstall the computer utterly, as I usually did, because he had data on it despite the fact I kept telling them not to), and then watching me flail at it for days until I discovered a faint hint of that program which the uninstall had left behind. Number one and number two are long gone; number three is a mountaineering guide (another 'paying hobby' enterprise) who will hopefully eschew the chocolate in the name of 'fitness' and/or assume anything coming from me will have been poisoned so ingeniously as to affect only him. The rest of my colleagues does deserve something special for putting up with me for so long...
