Eating for warmth in Copenhagen

Booking last minute flights to New Zealand from London at Christmas time, is to say the least, not for the faint hearted. It was made slightly better however, by the subsequent purchase that sh1tty December day, of £90 return tickets to Copenhagen for a few weeks after I returned in February. It was a grim, grey weekend but we were pleasantly wooed by Copenhagen's offerings, and now that I've also visited Norway in spring, I'd say this city most likely deserves a summer return. Maybe next year..

Diplomatic pastry sharing

Airbnb win

Sausage shacks everywhere

The Little Mermaid (from behind)

Copenhagen seems to have asserted itself efficiently on the culinary map, thanks in no small part to Noma winning restaurant of the year 4 times. While Noma wasn't on the itinerary, we found the more accessibly cool Kodbyens (meat district) area of Copenhagen and discovered some gems.

Much needed pilsner after a freezing day braving the elements

Yes, this is a pizzeria. But a very cool one!
Mother
Høkerboderne 9, 1712 København, Denmark

The cocktail above inspired further bottles of wine on returning for chill time at the apartment, and finally finding where the locals go out, on a 4am stroll. 

A trip to the Carlsberg brewery seemed the perfect ticket after a Sunday lie-in and before we zipped back to London that afternoon. 

Redeeming the pizza dinner choice with an authentic Danish lunch at Carlsberg

Summer in NZ - Lime and Macaroon tart

Over summer in New Zealand, with a little bit of time on my hands, mum's kitchenware to hand, and a coffee table of 'lifestyle' magazines, I couldn't go past this recipe. Although pastry isn't difficult, I usually park such recipes in the can't-be-bothered category. This lime and macaroon tart from the Nov/Dec 2013 issue of Life and Leisure magazine was well worth the effort. Thanks to Cheree at Life and Leisure for emailing me a PDF of the magazine page with a copy of the recipe that got torn out in Auckland but lost in transit.

The beautiful image in the magazine - how could I go past that coconut topping?

My version, pre garnish

Lime and Macaroon Tart 

(perfect pudding for 8-10 people)

1 x 27cm cooked sweet short pastry case (I used Annabel Langbein's pastry recipe and made my own individual tarts)

Lime curd filling:

3/4 cup caster sugar

100g butter cut into cubes

finely grated zest of 2 limes

1/2 cup freshly squeezed lime juice (in NZ I used a pouch of posh-ish-looking lime juice)

2 teaspoons gelatine powder (not as scary to use as I have always thought)

4 eggs lightly whisked

Place sugar, butter and lime zest in a heat proof (i.e. Pyrex) bowl over simmering water. Stir over heat until butter is melted.

Mix gelatin into the lime juice until there are no lumps. Stir into the sugar/butter mixture. Keep stirring until gelatin has completely dissolved and is very hot.

I then removed it from the heat before adding the eggs and whisking 5-6 minutes until mix is thick enough to coat the back of a wooden spoon. DO NOT BOIL!!

Strain the mix into a bowl and leave to cool (just don't use the fridge). Apparently at this point it will keep in the fridge as lime curd.

Macaroon topping: (I'm obsessed with coconut so I'm sure this is what sold it)

1 cup cream

1 cup sugar

3 cups thread coconut

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Melt cream and sugar in saucepan, until sugar dissolved.

Allow to boil then mix in the coconut and vanilla. Leave to cool. This can be made ahead by 1-2 days if you think you can resist picking at it from the fridge (impossible).

To assemble:

Preheat oven to 200'c.

Fill cooked tart case with lime curd, top with the macaroon topping and spread out evenly.

Put it in the oven for about 5 minutes just to brown off the coconut. 

Chill for at least 2 hours before serving. Remove from fridge about 15 minutes before serving.

The summer flavours of lime and coconut are an amazing combo. If I can find thread coconut over here, it might have to make an appearance before the British summer is out.

Crème Egg Easter Brownies

Good Friday dawned last week and the walk to work was eerily quiet. Unsurprising given that it is a public holiday so most people were lazing in at home, hot cross buns and breakfast in bed, or whatever you do when nothing's open and you don't have to go to work. Our office doesn't observe any holidays apart from Christmas Day, which means we get about 10 extra days off each year instead - quite handy to take whenever, but sucks at the time with everyone's Facebook going all "checked in at Gatwick,  woohoo off to the sun". I can't say that Friday was my most productive day of the year, given the distraction in the form of hot cross buns, chocolate and some rather amazing crème egg brownies that one of the girls had brought in.

Managed to hide brownie for about half an hour in my stationary drawer..

I had planned on bringing some in also, but..ended up at the pub for 'half an hour' (multiply by about 7), on Thursday night so it didn't happen. We'd seen these all over the internet last year while in Morzine, and had been keen to make them, but couldn't get our hands on crème eggs out in France at the time. Petra was coming for brunch on Sunday so I made a coeliac-friendly version that were a total success. Very easy and obviously outrageously decadent. I haven't tried the recipe minus the crème eggs but should give it a go for plain brownies as it has a lot less sugar and 1-2 less eggs than my go-to Pandoro recipe, with great results.

Before

After

Recipe (from the internet, adapted from 'Isaac Gluten' blog)

185g butter

185g dark chocolate (2 x 100g blocks - eat a square and chop the rest)

3 eggs

275g sugar (about 1 1/4 cups)

85g ground almonds (I take a tablespoon out to top yogurt or something, then use the rest of a 100g packet)

40g cocoa powder (about 6 tablespoons)

6 crème eggs, cut in half length wise

 

1. Melt the butter and chocolate together, in a bowl over simmering water, or the microwave, or saucepan.

2. Beat the eggs and sugar together til thick and creamy. I used my new amazing food processor, basically because we don't have any large bowls at the moment. Blitzing resulted in a super thick, pale mix which created a lot of volume.

3. Pour the butter/chocolate in and mix (spoon rather than motor running).

4. Stir in the almonds and cocoa powder until everything is mixed and smooth.

5. Pour into a lined tin.

6. Place the crème egg halves, sunny side up, evenly atop the batter.

7. Bake at 170/gas 4, for about 40 minutes, or until firm to the touch but definitely erring on the side of under-done. Warning, be careful with time and temperature when using almonds rather than regular flour.

8. Cut into squares when cool.

 

Very yummy, lazy Easter spent watching episodes of HBO series Girls and drinking tea like a rebel.

Emma, Sarah, Barcelona

“What are you doing next weekend?”

“Ummm well I am in Iceland this weekend…”

“Come to Barcelona, I will be there for a conference”

“Ok”.

Having thought that I wasn’t that crazy for Barcelona, I went twice recently in as many months for spontaneous reunions – and had a ball.

The above conversation represents an approximation of the brief dialogue between oldest bestest Emma in Sydney, and me in London back in November. Having had a great time in Shanghai together a couple of years prior, a sub-48-hours in Barcelona was always going to be a winner. Our apartment in the Born area of Barcelona was another winner (with the advent of Airbnb et al, I may never stay in a hostel in Europe again). As per usual, I did no research, but Em was armed with a few recommendations including a nearby street of classy wine bars and restaurants, Carrer de la Fusina. I landed Friday night and by about 9pm we had sat ourselves up at the bar at Llamber, and were immediately impressed/surprised by how refreshingly friendly and welcoming the staff were, chatting away in English and recommending all sorts to us. The wines were delicious and outrageously good value for some good drops (3ish euro a glass) in such a trendy setting. Emma’s delight in particular set off warning bell reminders of exactly how expensive a wine might be back in the Antipodes.  We had at least 2 years to catch up on, during which time we nibbled away on croquettes, grilled veges, Iberico jamon, bread.. then angelically took ourselves back home across the market square, via an icecream-espresso pudding stop. The locals were really only just getting started!

We simply couldn't have slept without choc-nut coated waffle cone gelato, and espresso before bed

With only one whole day there, we rose early in Saturday to a gorgeous, sunny day. First stop was Sagrada Familia – the eternally unfinished cathedral - via coffees, then on to some Gaudi architecture stops and a few shops.

Early morning rooftop

Coffee #1 in a typical Spanish bar

Coffee #2

That famous cathedral

Handsome guy strolling, pretty nonplussed about Gaudi's church

Sagrada Familia - a UNESCO world heritage site, despite being unfinished

Saturday shoppers and more architecture by Gaudi

Caravelle had been suggested to me by London Aussie JB, whose cousin owns/runs the show - a great little café in the centre of Barcelona . Conveniently located at the end of our morning walking loop, and tucked away from the hordes of tourists on Las Ramblas, we sought our first sit-down refuge. Full of cool, laid back people, kids, and dogs, definitely a great place for a flat white (cheeky mimosa for moi), and lunch bite numero uno. The menu was a tasty mix of Spanish / café style, and we waited patiently a few minutes for the clock tick around to 1pm when the lunch options come available. We opted for a pork sandwich with a bunch of very tempting fillings - can't remember its official name. What was presented to us was an absolutely delicious hunk of sourdough bread, filled with pulled pork, salsa, corn, coriander, a chilli kick, coleslaw.. a cross between a really amazing taco and a Vietnamese/Laos sandwich – probably the chilli made me think of Asia, though we're obviously miles away from the Mekong. Absolutely delicious, and huge!

A fine selection at Caravelle

The pulled pork number at Caravelle

After introductions and chats, and armed with local recommendations of some gems for the evening, we made a move to the nearby Boqueria food market, for a compulsory stroll and a cornet of jamon and queso (that's shaved, cured Spanish ham, and cheese, to the monolingual).

A couple of hours later, it was time to head home for a refresh/cuppa and we were back out again in no time, hitting up Caravelle recommendation, and perhaps my favourite spot of the trip, El Xampanyet. A small skinny tavern/bar rammed with people sipping cava from champagne saucers, this was clearly a favourite of the neighbourhood, and rightly so. The owner quickly cleared us a perching spot and took care of bringing out olives, fresh anchovies and Catalan tomato bread for us, from the tiny little home-style kitchen tucked in a cupboard at the back of the tavern. We ended up back there several hours later in the evening, where the atmosphere and buzz were electric again, after its early-evening shutdown break. At that point, a Swedish couple bought a bottle of cava for us to share with them to apologise for knocking our drinks all over the table.

Packed

Door rolling down for early evening breather between sessions

By this point, map reading skills were slightly impaired but we found the highly anticipated Can Paixano (La Xampanyeria), without going round in circles too many times. A variety of cavas were available for about 6euro a bottle, and with each you had to buy a tapa choice (so ‘responsible’ of the bar to insist on blotting paper). This was another place that would easily be mistaken for a garage from the street, standing room only, with a sizzling grill and staff guys having to shout across the din to get your orders. So much atmosphere! Although everyone seemed to be eating rolls filled with meats, we stuck with little tapas plates, the Morcilla (Spanish black pudding) being the winner. The morcilla would have also been a good option the next morning!

La Xampanyeria

Morcilla and croquetas

Unsuspecting hole in the wall

Into the evening and the night, we hopped throughout the neighbourhood, sampling more than our fair share of delicious local food, speaking the odd bit of Spanish and trying to engage with locals.

 Things were certainly pretty dusty on Sunday morning. However I insisted on a walk to the beach before we got our respective planes, the beach being a novelty for the Londoner that the Sydney-sider probably didn’t need.

Rather large churro, Barceloneta

In any case, the sea-breeze, sandwiches and chips probably had a marginally positive impact on our wary constitutions, and Emma needed to tick off having a churro in Spain before we jumped in her Emirates chauffeur car (amazing), to head to the airport.

A wonderful weekend that more than proved the value of quality time over quantity of time.

How I got home: EasyJet from the city's most boring terminal

How Em got home to Sydney: Leisurely 1st class upgrade

I opened the dutyfree chocolate purchased for the London flatties to snack on the plane.
Meanwhile, much higher up in the air. Emma gets her own salt and pepper grinders.
She wins.