Tastes
vary from person to person in every aspect of our lives; whilst some things are
universally enjoyed, like Calippos on a hot day, Adele (somewhat guiltily), and
puppies - the Vietnamese are especially partial to a Pho Spaniel, so I’ve been
told – there are other tastes that have to be acquired. A perfect example is
Unilever’s Marmite, a product that has divided public opinion since its
introduction to the shores of Britannia in 1902.
In
fashion tastes become styles; some people for instance find it acceptable to
wear spectacles that have regular glass in, serving no evident purpose other
than to perhaps make them look more intelligent, oxymoronically bearing an
inner stupidity which they’d been masking with eight inches of denim, a faux
gold neck chain with potential to moor the Titanic, and some inhumanely tight
trousers sat atop a pair of shoes so long they could be used to ski in. Don’t
get me wrong I’m all for a bit of fancy dress, I’m not adverse to donning the
glads and giving the tiles a lick of rouge every other weekend, I just think
there are more important things to be worrying about than which pair of budgey
smugglers you’re going to aimlessly walk up the Kingsland Road in . . . perhaps
I’m just not edgy enough, or maybe my budgey is actually a macaw.
In music
there are those who create the flavours and those who try them out, the pop
charts are full to the brim with catchy songs that when stripped down are all
essentially the same, but it’s because of this very reason that they appeal to
the masses; like puppies and Calippos. The underground dance scenes are spear
headed by a small collective of pioneers, some of them in non-prescription
specs I might add, who through the medium of ‘trend’ and a healthy following of
sexy scene-sters continue to carve out genre niches in the ever expanding list
of sub-categorised Electronica – the recent influx of ‘Deep House’ being a
prime example. Some people genuinely love the music, and although they may not
have a grasp of the intrinsic musical qualities that form its make up, they
enjoy it because it’s well made, and they have good taste. Others don’t, and
they listen to Gabba.
I am a
firm believer in not knocking something till you’ve tried it, within reason of
course; I wouldn’t urge you to start shooting up, and both kidnap and murder
are also ill advised. However, if you haven’t had a mushroom before I would
suggest giving it a whirl; cherry tomatoes roasted in soy sauce and sugar are
also rather splendid; and if for some reason it’s never occurred to you to slip
a filet of haddock between some smoked streaky bacon, glaze a few carrots, toss
some sweet stem broccoli in butter, lay it all out on a bubble and swede rosti
before adding a dollop of béarnaise sauce; I would whole heartedly recommend
you to do so.
Ingredients
(Serves 4):
2 large
haddock filets
2 packs
of smoked streaky bacon
For
the Rosti:
1 large
swede, peeled and chopped
1 large
potato, peeled and chopped
1 egg
¼ white
cabbage, finely shredded
70g
mature cheddar, grated
50g
salted butter
For
the Béarnaise:
2
tablespoons of white wine vinegar
2
tablespoons of water
1
shallot, finely chopped
1 tablespoon
of tarragon leaves, chopped
2 egg
yolks
150g
salted butter, melted
12 small
carrots
1 pack of
sweet stem broccoli
1
tablespoon granulated sugar
Salt and
Pepper
Method:
1. Make
the Béarnaise sauce first as you will probably balls it up first time around
like I did, it takes some real elbow grease as doing it with a blender as
almost every recipe will suggest just didn’t work. In a small saucepan boil the
white wine vinegar, water, shallot and chopped tarragon – make sure you save a
couple of tspns of freshly chopped tarragon for later on. Once it has reduced
by half its size strain the liquid through a sieve into a jug and discard the
soggy shallots / tarragon mixture.
2. Beat
the two egg yolks together and mix in the strained tarragon / vinegar reduction
until it’s light and frothy. Pour the mixture into a pyrex bowl and in turn
heat this bowl over a smaller saucepan filled with an inch or two of water, a
rudimentary Bain-marie. Make sure the heat is on medium low and constantly
whisk the mixture, whilst adding the melted butter very, very slowly. This is
the difficult bit and it will seem like nothing is happening for a good few
minutes, however persevere. The yolks of the egg will catch the butter and
suddenly the mixture will thicken and change, creating a lovely mayonnaise like
sauce that reeks of wonderful tarragon. Finally take the sauce of the heat,
stir in the remaining chopped tarragon, season, transfer to a new container and
cover with tin foil. This can be reheated when the rest of the meal is ready.
3. Boil a
saucepan of water and cook the potatoes and swede, strain and mash using the
50g of butter and the egg.
4. Whilst
the potatoes and swede are boiling lay a sheet of tin foil on a baking tray and
drizzle with a little oil; wrap the haddock in the bacon and place on the foil,
season, then cook in the oven at 200°C for 10 minutes.
5. Whilst
the fish is cooking fry up the cabbage in some olive oil and add to the mashed
potato and swede, along with the grated cheddar.
6. Boil
up the carrots and broccoli, when cooked toss the carrots in sugar over a
medium heat, and chuck a small knob of butter in with the broccoli.
7. Make
the swede, cabbage, potato and cheese mix into patties around 5” across and 2cm
deep, fry for a couple of minutes on each side before plating up. Put the rosti
on first, followed by the fish, chuck on some carrots and broccoli and a
healthy dollop of Béarnaise and you’re ready to go.
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