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An Australian-Style Christmas

Could there be an uglier thing to witness, a sadder indictment on who we are in 2007, than the Sydney Fish markets on Christmas Eve. Australians' love for seafood gone mad, The overweight and the greedy and the rude, the pushing and the shoving, the queue-jumping and the viragos and the gluttons, the cold bags stuffed with the plunder of the sea, the 4WDs in the carpark, the television cameras, the six million prawns we will consume this Christmas, the "give me the biggest you've got", the plastic bags and packaging, the Salvos waiting gratefully for spare change, the St John ambulance tent waiting for casualties, the farmed kingfish and salmon and ocean trout, the New Zealand snapper and Indonesian fish fillets and Vietnamese prawns, the obscene amounts of money.
But alas I'm a hypocrite, for there is a bulging bag of prawns and a fat whole ocean trout in my fridge now to feed five tomorrow and a hole in my wallet.
I did catch the train there though. And I won't be returning next year.

A Dimple in His Chin

21.43, December 8, 2007. A little blond boy with a dimple in his chin is born in the Prince of Wales Hospital, Randwick, Sydney, Australia. Name: Finn. Son for my brother, grandson for my parents, brother for my two-year-old niece. The niece who barely ate any of the dinner I so lovingly cooked for her tonight, despite carefully disguised vegetables in a very fine sauce. I'm scared she might starve overnight and have now checked on her angelic sleep five times. A novice aunt manning the fort.

Happiness is...

Happiness is only ever as far away as a David Jones food hall (think Dean & DeLuca, think Peck) ... and Sydney's is inestimably better than Melbourne's. In the face of that wicked abundance, what do I buy? My comfort food — weisswurst (to be eaten with my own tomato relish and a baked potato and green beans for dinner), and cognac pâté to be taken to my brother's place tomorrow night (if I don't midnight-snack on it before then).
In the face of jamon and wagyu and you name it, that's about all my indecisiveness could settle on as I lurked and swooned in that basement on the corner of Market and Castlereagh. (And when I should have been Christmas shopping.)

Recipe Scout 9

Been a while, but I'm back with 10 more cool recipes from my blog prowling. Note Japanese influence. Japan holiday on my mind.

  1. Brown Fried Rice on A Mad Tea Party.
  2. Nourish Me's Leek and Tomato Crumble.
  3. Yeast-raised Cornbread on 101 Cookbooks.
  4. Rasa Malaysia's Asari Miso Soup (Miso Soup with Clams).
  5. Sailors Bacalhau Gratin on Algarve Buzz.
  6. Barbara's Moroccan-inspired Muffins on Winos and Foodies.
  7. Negative-Calorie Chocolate Cake on Steamy Kitchen (now how are you going to resist that?)
  8. Baking and Books' Pistachio Cake with Chilled Rose Syrup.
  9. Tea's Zara Soba (cold soba noodles) on Tea and Cookies.
  10. Elizabeth Andoh's Cold Noodle Salad with Ponzu Sauce on Epicurious.

Sydney Discoveries

I’m privileged to have a very close contact who works at the swish Sydney city restaurant est and who suggested I stop by after work last week to say hello, sit in the bar area, read a newspaper and enjoy some oysters. Oh, the joy...

  • A dozen Port Stephens oysters. Sydney rock oysters … in heaven, these native oysters would be eaten for breakfast.
  • Chef Peter Doyle’s extraordinary squab dish — roasted, boned squab, white asparagus, morels and chanterelles. A dish of perfection in its simplicity and immaculate ingredients. Brilliantly pink meat, a little liverish in the nicest possible way; pan juices, nothing else.
  • White sesame oil: after some online searching, it seems Chef Doyle is one of the few to be using this oil, for which the seeds are apparently untoasted … at est, he puts it into a dish of yellow fin tuna sashimi, cucumber, wasabi, coriander and ponzu. Can find no evidence of other chefs using it, except Chicago’s Charlie Trotter. Found some references to his dish "Young-Coconut Pad Thai With Almond Chile Sauce” (from Raw, by Charlie Trotter and Roxanne Klein) . I didn’t try Doyle’s dish but will next time. My contact tells me the white sesame oil is available at Tokyo Mart (83 Sailors Bay Road, Northbridge). Given the overpoweringly hefty flavours of normal sesame oil, it might be a great discovery. Has anyone used it?
  • It’s better for all of us if I don’t share my sketches with you. Just tried to draw this, but failed miserably. My words will have to do the job instead: leaving est, entranced by a “floral display” — a single fresh orchid flower in a test tube, the test tube sitting in a small timber picture frame, the frame on a wall near a lift. Gorgeous. Not so my sketch.

'I Had a Slice of Spaniel'

Another brilliant offering from Delanceyplace.com, which I mentioned two posts ago. When they offer up food-related snippets, they're always about the intersection of food and history or food and society — the sort of food writing I find fascinating. And they have an unerring ability to pick excerpts with brilliantly sly humour and whimsy.

From Delanceyplace.com:

"In today's excerpt--the Siege of Paris or L'Annee Terrible: the overthrow and humiliation of Paris in 1870 by Bismarck after France declares war on Prussia. France, still limping from the excesses of Napoleon, shows enough hubris to declare war on Prussia over a mere diplomatic incident--the proposed placement of a German prince on the Spanish throne ('The Liberal Empire goes to war on a mere point of etiquette'). Bismarck judged rightly that a war on France would enable him to bond together the loose structure of the German federation into a truly unified nation. Bismarck won after a siege that brought Parisians to the cruel brink of starvation, and he extracted as reparations Alsace, Lorraine and five billion francs--a price which led bitterly to both World Wars. Upon the German's departure, France imploded into a civil war that left 25,000 Parisians dead--more than in the Terror itself:

"By early October [1870] even bourgeois Paris had turned to horsemeat. ... As hunger tightened its grip, so many a splendid champion of the turf came to a well-spiced end in the casserole. Among them were two trotting horses presented by the Tsar to Louis Napoleon at the time of the Great Exposition, originally valued at 56,000 francs, now bought by a butcher for 800. It was mid-November, however, that supplies of fresh meat were exhausted--and it was then that Parisians invented the exotic menus with which the siege will always be linked. The signs 'Feline and Canine Butchers' made their first appearance. To begin with, dog-loving Parisians objected fiercely to slaughtering domestic pets for human consumption, but soon necessity overcame their fastidiousness. By mid-December [columnist] Henry Labouchere ... was telling his readers, 'I had a slice of spaniel the other day,' adding that it made him 'feel like a cannibal.' A week later he reported that he had encountered a man who was fattening up a large cat which he planned to serve up on Christmas Day, 'surrounded with mice, like sausages.' ...
"And then it was rats. Along with the carrier-pigeon, the rat was to become the most fabled animal of the Siege of Paris, and from December the National Guard spent much of its time engaged in vigorous rat-hunts. ... The elaborate sauces that were necessary to render them edible meant that rats were essentially a rich man's dish--hence the notorious menus of the Jockey Club, which featured such delicacies as salmis de rats and rat pie.
"As the weeks passed, Parisian diets grew even more outlandish as the zoos started to offer up their animals. ... By early January, [a young Englishman named Tommy Bowles] was noting, 'I have now dined off camel, antelope, dog, donkey, mule, and elephant, which I approve in the order in which I have written ... horse is really too disgusting, and it has a peculiar taste never to be forgotten.' His was not the only palate that became more discriminating: there was a significant variation in price between brewery and sewer rats. ... A lamb offered to one British correspondent ironically proved to be a wolf. ...
"Oddly enough, there was never any shortage of wine or other alcohol."
Alistaire Horne, Seven Ages of Paris, Pan Books, Copyright 2002 by Alistair Horne, pp. 295-297. "

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  • New Yorker film reviewer Anthony Lane goes to see 'Sex and the City' hoping for a nice evening out but, when the lights go up, he's left with "a deep sadness in the sight of Carrie and friends defining themselves not ... by their talents, their hats, and the swordplay of their wits but purely by their ability to snare and keep a man".

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