Recently I
was sitting on the tube peregrinating through a paper, which one exactly escapes
me, when I perused across an article about international tourism, and
specifically a list of the 10 cities from around the world that are at the
top of the tourist destination hit list. Sitting proudly at the top, and rightly
so, was the city in who’s underbelly I found myself rattling around in a hot,
overcrowded and smelly carriage, faced by the gloomy visage of ‘Joe Commuter’
and his copy of the Evening’s Standard.
Up from 7th
place last annum it’s no surprise that Londinium (est. AD 43 by the Roman’s as
a major imperial commercial centre) has climbed the echelons and arrived at its
rightful position as the number one tourist spot on earth. The leg up was last
years Royal Wedding wherein the world fell head over heels for former ‘girl
next door’ Kate Middleton, now Katherine, and Duchess of Cambridge. Whilst the
fashion industry took an estimated BILLION pound boost with any of the many
houses designing McQueen-esque garms to sell to the gushing Middle-ton-class;
it was a moment of national pride that was sorely needed during a pretty
miserable period. The day before the wedding I had completed a 4-day hike to the
lost city of the Inca’s in Peru’s ‘Sacred Valley’; the only thing I wanted to
do after reaching Machu Picchu was sleep off the altitude for a few days,
however when I turned on the TV in our hotel in Cusco and found out the wedding
was due to kick off at 4:45am Peru time, I duly set my alarm and thought of
England.
The second
major event to rouse the popularity of London further still has only come to a
close today, with a service of thanksgiving at Sir Christopher Wren’s Saint
Paul’s Cathedral, to mark the end of the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee. This time I
found myself a little closer to the action as I peered with great expectations
through a pair of binoculars from my vantage point 11 floors above the South
Bank; the usual drove of feckless and slow moving tourists below replaced by
hoards of soaking patriots, but a pebbles flick from Blackfriars bridge. My
grandmother’s flat had been decked out in a few hundred feet of the several
thousand miles of overpriced bunting, which has been peddled to the masses over
the past few weeks, whilst the smell of coleslaw and salubrious Coronation
chicken wafted betwixt the guests as a regal reminder of why we were there, and
what it is to be British. As Her Majesty bobbed past we all waved and cheered
in a fit of proud Jubilee jubilation.
Each of
the thousand boats involved in Sunday’s flotilla could boast a thousand
stories; from the beaches of Dunkirk to the canals of Cornwall, canoes from
remote archipelagos rowed alongside royal barges, and Italian gondolas punted
beside Maori warriors. It was truly a sight to behold, in spite of the weather,
and us Brits do a lot in spite of the weather. Beyond the marking of Queen
Elizabeth’s 60 years at the helm and a lifetime of dedication and personal
achievement, it was a celebration of a history long predating 1952 and her
ascension to the throne. Clear of the shores of our island over nautical
horizons to colonies turned common wealth, from subjects to citizens and the
millions of people the world over who had chosen to come together to show their
respect for a great woman, at the head of a great country.
With the
Olympics drawing in London is preparing for the biggest event in its history,
people will be flocking in from around the world; groups of Spanish school
children will be blocking the exits to tube stations, the South Bank will be
crammed with tourists from the Orient viewing London through a three and a half
inch screen, commuters will be inundated with requests by flustered foreigners
trying to get to grips with Underground map, and woe betide the inevitable soul
who stands on the left hand side of an escalator. However if you do get caught
up in this madness, which I’m sure a great deal of you will, you must look past
your frustration and focus on the pride that lies beyond. They are here not
because they want to piss you off, but because they’ve come to see what all the
fuss is about.
“He who
is tired of London is tired of life” – Dr Samuel Johnson
Before the
Jubilee weekend I had intended to cook Coronation chicken, now the weekend is
over I never want to see a plate of it again. So in its place I’ve decided to
make the most British of dishes: curry.
Ingredients:
(Serves 4)
For
the Chola
2 tins
chickpeas, salted
1 large
red onion, roughly chopped
2 green
chillies, finely chopped
Small
handful of tamarind
4 large
dry bay leaves
3cm piece
of cinnamon
5 cloves
3 green
cardamoms
4 black
cardamoms
1 tspn
whole black peppercorns
1 tspn
ground tumeric
2 dried
red chillies
Vegetable
oil
Handful of
freshly chopped coriander
Natural
Yoghurt
For
the Aloo Palak Methi Ka Tuk
1 large
potato, cut into 2cm cubes
1 medium
bag of spinach
1 tspn
mustard seeds
20 curry
leaves
1
tablespoon ginger paste
1½ tspns
garlic paste
1 tspn of
chilli powder
1 tspn
amchoor powder (mango powder)
½ tspn
cumin powder
½ tspn
ground black pepper
Small
handful of dried fenugreek leaves
Vegetable
oil
For
the Chapati
300g
Chapati flour
Water
Salt
Vegetable
oil
Method:
1. Start
with the Chola: in a frying pan dry roast the bay leaves, cinnamon, black
peppercorns, cloves and cardamoms – make sure the cardamoms are open to release
the oils. Roast over a low heat for 10 minutes or until ready for grinding.
Pour out into a pestle and mortar / small blender.
2. Rub a
little oil over the 2 dried red chillies and roast in the frying pan to release
the flavours, the air inside them should expand a pump them up from their flat
dried state. Throw them into the pestle and mortar with the other roasted
ingredients and grind everything into a fine masala powder. This is you Chola
mix. Noice.
3.
Meanwhile soak the tamarind (you can get this from any Indian food shop) in a
bowl with enough boiling water to cover it, once the water is at a temperature
where it is comfortable to put your hands in, squeeze the pulp out of the
tamarind (it looks a bit like dog shit but tastes delicious, so don’t be put
off) until the water is murky and thickened. Take out the lumps of tamarind so
you’re just left with the pulp.
4. Blend
the red onion and green chillies into a watery pulp.
5. In a
wok/kadai heat 3 tablespoons of oil and chuck in the onion/chilli mix, fry over
a high heat until the oil begins to separate. When the onion/chilli mix begins
to dry out make a well in the middle, add another tspn or 2 of oil then pour in
the whole of the crushed masala mix along with 1 tspn of ground tumeric, stir
it thoroughly and lower the heat down to medium.
6. Now
pour in the chickpeas and tamarind pulp and stir through. Continue to cook, and
add ½ a cup of water, maybe more, as the liquids will be absorbed and
evaporate. After 10 minutes the sauce will have thickened and the chickpeas
will have sucked up all the flavours. Keep the pan on one side over a very low
heat, stir occasionally.
7. While
the chickpea curry is cooking boil the potato chunks until half cooked, this
will take between 7-10 minutes depending on the size of your chunks.
8. Heat
some vegetable oil in a frying pan and throw in the mustard seeds, after a
minute they’ll start to splutter, now sling in the curry leaves and stir fry
for a few seconds before adding the garlic and ginger pastes – in turn fry them
for 1-2 minutes until they have dried out a little, then add the chilli powder
and stir through. Add the potatoes to the pan and toss them in the mix, and a
minute or so later add the spinach. Cook until completely wilted making sure to
stir constantly.
9. Add the
amchoor, cumin, pepper and dried fenugreek leaves and toss to coat.
10. To
make the Chapati pour the Chapati flour into a bowl with a pinch of salt, make
a well, pour in enough water to make it into firm dry dough and knead away.
Once you’ve got it to the desired consistency add a tspn of oil and knead it
through. Make the dough into flat 8” discs a few mm thick and cook them like
pancakes in a dry frying pan over a high heat.
11. Serve
up the curry with a dollop of natural yoghurt and a sprinkling of chopped
coriander leaves. Bloody brilliant!