It is possible to put too many things in a muffin

fruit muffin I made Fay Ripley’s Honey Sweetened Breakfast Muffins from her book Family Food and although they were nice, I think there are way too many ingredients in them, so consequently they weren’t that nice. Oatmeal, berries, apples, bananas, they were rather filling to (unsurprisingly considering that list). They made me want for just a banana muffin or just a berry muffin. Boy Lacer didn’t even like them and it’s a very rare cake he doesn’t like.

Probably the healthiest muffins I’ve ever made, with just 30g butter between 12 muffins, the rest of the fat being olive oil and the only sugar was in the form of honey.

Today’s activities . . .

cupboardI had planned to sort out the bedroom today, but Mr. Lacer was sorting out the under stairs cupboard (I should point out here that they are not our stairs, they are the stairs belonging to upstairs, but the access to the under stairs is in our flat, so it’s our cupboard and it functions as pretty much the closest thing we have to a loft). Previously our under stairs cupboard, bar a few small shelves to the side, had no shelves, so everything was heaped on the floor, which was unfortunate every time someone came to read our meter, which they do very frequently round here, as the electricity meter is also in our cupboard. So there’d be the knock on the door, I’d open it, there would be the meter reader, my heart sinks and I have to say, everytime, “Can you check our gas meter first, that’s in the kitchen” and then when the meter reader went into the kitchen, I’d have to fling aside the pushchairs in front of the cupboard door and burrow like a demented mole through the pile on the cupboard floor, until I could find a tiny gap for the meter reader to shine his torch through. So after five years of doing that, Mr. Lacer, the love, has finally completely shelved the cupboard, so boxes can be pulled in and out, making it far easier for that meter reader and the bonus, we now actually have somewhere to put our vacuum cleaner. But for Mr. Lacer to do all that, he had to dump the stuff that was in the cupboard, somewhere else, which turned out to be the bedroom I’d just started tidying up, so I had to abandon that idea and let the bedroom get even messier.

 

square jam tartsSo to keep myself amused I made some square jam tarts, square because I couldn’t find the right circular cutter for my tart tin. The pastry was shop brought and the jam left over in my fridge from last time I iced a cake. The inspiration was from Fay Ripley’s Family Food book, although she at least in that, knew where her circular cutter was. However I think the square look is quite nice.

tomato sauce I also made Fay Ripley’s tomato sauce today, a basic sauce made out of passata, onion, garlic and balsamic vinegar. It smelt absolutely amazing when cooking but was a little bland to eat. It would make a great base though for the addition of other ingredients such a chilli, pancetta or a dollop of pesto.

When I wasn’t cooking or pushing Boy Lacer round the park in his tricycle, I was hiding out on the kids’ bunkbed reading Homemade and was inspired to make a cup of homemade peppermint tea, with mint picked straight from the garden and it was delicious.peppermint tea I’ve never made homemade peppermint tea before and was surprised how superior it was from the dried stuff in the tea bags, all you have to do is crush the mint slightly with the back of a spoon. The picture was taken shortly after I added the water, the water shortly afterwards turned into a nicer shade of green.

bag 3This evening I had a go at gift bag prototype 3, as Girl Lacer has a party to go to tomorrow. This time I made button holes in the fabric before making it up into a bag. It worked better, but it was a pain trying to get the ribbon round, so next time I may thread in the ribbon before sewing up the bag. The present was more Muji pencils and this time a pack of make your own postcards made with watercolour paper from the Tate.

If you make Fay Ripley’s custard ice lollies from her new book . . .

. . . make sure it’s a decent custard. I had planned to make these since, well, I brought Fay’s Family Food, I brought a nice proper posh (think it’s organic), real flecks of vanilla custard from Waitrose, but um most of it went in my tummy before I could even be bothered to get the ice lolly mould. So I went to Waitrose again for some more custard and as a sort of punishment to myself for being a greedy custard eating so and so, I brought Waitrose Essential custard this time, instead. Only about 30 odd p price difference actually and oh that 30p makes all the difference! The Waitrose Essential custard is just about eatable (I finished the tub off after I had filled the ice lolly mould) but it’s not particularly that nice (whereas Waitrose’s posh custard is gorgeous) and basically frozen not particularly nice custard will still taste, well, not particularly nice. I still ate it though.

custard icelolly

Warm chicken pesto salad

chicken pesto salad

More Fay Ripley goodness this lunchtime, warm chicken pesto salad. New potatoes, chicken and salad dressed in pesto with a squitz of lemon and a splash of olive oil. 

Ripley recommended watercress for the salad but I didn’t have any but what I do have is a garden full of vigorously growing salad and as the mizuna is growing the fastest at the moment, I substituted the watercress for the mizuna, the first pickings of the season. I also made my own pesto (Ripley recommended buying fresh ready made pesto), I used my purple basil plant, also the first pickings of the season.

It was delicious, even Boy Lacer ate some!

More Fay Ripley

I think the key theme emerging with Fay Ripley’s Family Food book is that the recipes are easy, very, and although I think I can count myself as a fairly accomplished cook, there’s nothing wrong with easy (as long as it still tastes nice) because easy normally means minimal time involved and I like that!

I made her quick chicken kiev on Friday night, in lieu of getting a Dominos Pizza (me and Mr. Lacer are a pizza advertisers wet dream, we just have to get sent a discount voucher for Dominos through our inbox and we’re always, guaranteed, “Oooh pizza!”, we did actually make the use of the voucher on Saturday night and it was the greasiest pizza I’ve ever had (and I’ve had a few), I couldn’t eat all of it and what I did eat made me feel ill, so there you go, Fay Ripley beats Dominos hands down (and cheaper)). Anyway, the chicken kiev was lovely, using a method I recognise from Jamie Oliver (although I’m sure he didn’t invent it), it’s basically chicken and veg, little bit of liquid, wrapped in foil, bunged in oven. To classify this as ‘chicken kiev’, it involved squidging in some butter mashed with garlic and parsley, into the chicken breast. I bunged in some sliced courgette (Ripley advised cherry tomatoes as well, bleurgh) as well and instead of the few tablespoons of chicken stock she recommeded, I did my few sloshes of soy sauce again and it all worked out very well. Mr. Lacer really liked it and he was scarred for life by his mother’s bad chicken.

chicken kiev

The courgette by the way, although way more over cooked than I normally like it, was also delicious.

Then this lunch time I made her idiot-pro0f roast butternut squash soup and not only is it idiot proof, it’s completely and utterly minimal attention worthy, which is perfect if I’m trying to make something and it’s just me and Boy Lacer in the flat. It takes a while but that time is mostly spent in the oven, so it’s not like you’re involved there. You basically chop a butternut squash in half, scoop out the seeds, drizzle with olive oil and a few sprigs of rosemary and bung in the oven for an hour and a quarter, then scoop out the resulting softened flesh, whizz up, heat up together with some chicken stock and there’s your soup.

I have to admit it’s not the nicest butternut squash I’ve ever tasted (Tana Ramsay gets that award) but it still tastes lovely and the ease of making it counts for a lot. I tend to like my butternut squash at an almost baby food like consistency and this one is a lot thinner, it’s more of a mug soup rather than a bowl soup but as I’ve been thinking about mug soup recipes (for when Boy Lacer starts afternoon nursery, I am not going back to eating my lunch at 11.30am again, so I was thinking if I could have soup for lunch in a mug when I got back from taking him to nursery, it wouldn’t interrupt my writing time too much), so I will be making this again, probably start a production line in the kitchen with multiple butternut squashes roasting in the oven at the same time and then freezing the soup.

squash soup

Oven baked carbonara and olive oil garlic bread

carbonara and garlic bread

More Fay Ripley goodness tonight, from her new book Fay’s Family Food, this time it was oven baked carbonara with garlic bread made with olive oil instead of butter. The carbonara was made pretty much as you would make any carbonara, just popped in the oven for 15 minutes afterwards. I adapted the recipe slightly, Fay called for the addition of asparagus yeugh, yeugh, bleurgh, so no thanks. She also suggested topping with breadcrumbs, no way am I putting on my food processor when the kids are asleep, not unless I want Boy Lacer to wake up screaming. And finally she called for the addition of a couple of tablespoons of vegetable stock and I couldn’t be bothered to make up a veg stock cube for just a few tablespoons, so I increased the amount of cream a little and (and this bit was potentially a bit risky), added a splash of soy sauce, which I happened to have next to the stove. I figured the addition of vegetable stock was also to add some salty savouriness to the whole thing and I thought soy sauce would do the same thing and you know what, it really worked, the whole recipe was just nice anyway, proper carbonara and you can’t go wrong with proper carbonara but you could taste this salty savouriness which didn’t scream “this is soy sauce” but it did add something. So now I’m really pleased that I finally have a proper carbonara recipe I’m happy to cook, as normally I bodge it with a traditional cheese sauce and put some ham in it and call it carbonara as I am so paranoid about cooking with raw eggs. I don’t mind eating someone else’s carbonara because then the raw egg thing is their responsibility, it’s just me personally, I don’t like the idea of poisoning anyone. So oven baking the carbonara makes me a lot happier.

As for the garlic bread, really simple and really tasty and you don’t even have to put the oven on. Basically split a french stick, toast the bottom sides under the grill and whilst you’re doing that just mix some good olive oil (make sure it’s good, because you will be able to taste it) and some garlic together, then turn the french stick pieces over, brush on the olive oil – garlic mix and toast again and it is absolutely quick and delicious and probably a bit healthier than really buttery garlic bread and with the taste of the olive oil really coming through, quite refreshing.

Steak and chips and lots of red wine

My reacquaintance with my kitchen, courtesy of Fay Ripley continues, it was steak and chips tonight and it was delicious. In the spirit of the kids eating the same thing as the adults (even if not at the same time) they also had steak and chips, except their chips were from the freezer and I managed to burn them, so they had steak and pitta bread (Boy Lacer, for the record adores steak, he helped me unpack the shopping, gets out the packet of dripping red meat “Mmm delicious”, Girl Lacer though doesn’t like anything beefy). 

For me and Mr. Lacer the chips were homemade (easy to make and delicious but I have an inkling probably a little greasier than our frozen brand of chips, even though my home made chips were cooked in the oven as well) and the steak had a creamy tarragon sauce and amazingly the steak, chips and sauce were ready all at the same time, which is pretty good going for me and I don’t think I’ve developed sudden organisational skills in the kitchen, more like the recipe was well written and well organised. God I love this cookbook.

steak-and-chips

So of course steak =  red wine and I’ve drunk so much it’s amazing I’m managing to write this blog post (sorry for any typos), just watched The Apprentice and I’ve been yelling abuse at the TV in the direction of Phillip the arrogant estate agent, so I was quite pleased with tonight’s results.