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 I spent it happily in the kitchen
15.11.2017 08:35

It is inevitable that at this time of year, my voice joins the chorus of lamenters about the weather.

To be sure, we are justified.

I mean really … minus 25?! Minus 30?!

Come on, Old Man Winter! Enough is enough.

But I would be fibbing in a big, bad way if I didn’t admit on some level that underneath it all (especially those new five pounds I found over the holidays), there is an almost-pleasure to this cold, snowy time of year.

Deep down, secretly hong kong top phd programs, I enjoy it … sort of. The bad weather is the free pass to stay home and stay in. And bake.

Bake. Bake. Bake. Bake. Bake. Bake. Bake.

Of course it’s a double-edged sword. All the staying in does become a bit trying, after a certain point.

But let’s just say I haven’t gotten to that point … yet.

While last weekend I publicly moaned over spending another weekend shut in, the truth is I spent it happily in the kitchen.

And of all the happy moments spent there service apartment hong kong, these biscuits were among the most pleasurable.

Truly, it is astonishing what you can create from a few ingredients. Some flour, salt, cold butter and the gentle pressure of your hands will yield something so simple yet pleasing.

Pleasing to the bone.

In these cold days of being shut in, I turn again and again to the cookbooks that I have had the longest and that are most dear to me.

In this case it is my well worn copy of the Joy of Cooking offshore company formation.

My fingers easily found the creased and marked page with a recipe that I have made many times.

I wish I could say I demonstrated restraint in the face of these biscuits, but that would be another fib.

I gloried in them. I slathered them in butter and jam, every last one of them, and I gobbled them all up.

Wrapped in blankets with my cookbooks by me, cozy on the couch, with a happy belly, the weather outside seemed a world away.


Linkki



 Speaking of tradition
15.11.2017 08:28 | Speaking

Kig Ha Farz is a homely, but absolutely delicious, Breton specialty that even few French people know about. It’s highly unlikely that you’ll ever find it served in a restaurant, even in Brittany, which I learned on a recent trip to the region. I told friends that we were staying with that I wanted to prepare it for them, and we spent a few days trying to find a farz sack to make it in. While shopping at the outdoor markets, we asked vendors that sold housewares if they carried them, but not one of them had any idea what Kig ha farz was, let alone carry a sack for making it.

One was even suspicious that we were from one of those “gotcha” tv shows, called enquêtes, in France, where they do undercover investigations. I saw one where they brought a hidden camera to an outdoor market where vendors were selling eggs from battery chicken farms marked as “cage-free.” (All eggs in France are stamped 0-to-3, which’ll tell you how the chickens were raised.) The eggs were sitting in pretty baskets on beds of hay, but when the journalist busted them for selling battery-farmed chicken eggs as cage-free, the vendor started throwing the eggs at them. (And even other customers started yelling at them, which I didn’t quite get, because they were being sold incorrectly marketed eggs.)

We weren’t there to bust anyone, or to have eggs tossed at us. I just wanted to make kig ha farz.

The first time I had kig ha farz was back in 2007, a few years after I started the blog. Romain had told me about it, but couldn’t really describe it. Or if he did, I wasn’t really getting what it was. It wasn’t until a trip to Brittany where we rented a house that I got my first taste of it. The couple we were renting our guest house from asked us what we wanted as a welcome dinner, and we said “Kig ha farz.” They were surprised, and they told us we were the first people to ever ask for it. But later that evening, her husband came out bearing our dinner.
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It’s been nearly a decade since I wrote about it, and after my recent trip, I decided to update the post. (And in case you go to Brittany and are looking to have it, you’ll have better chances of finding it if you are visiting the Finistère part of the region.)

It’s said the tradition of simmering a dumpling-like mixture in simmering meat broth was done using the sleeve of an old men’s shirt. So if you have one lying around that you don’t mind ripping the sleeve off of, you might want to give it a try. Or you can use a big square of natural fabric that’s not too porous. As for me, I’m never letting my precious farz bag out of my sight again.

Kig ha farz is probably one of the most unusual things that’ll ever come out of your kitchen and it’s not winning any beauty contests, which is why I first wrote about it before the age of Pinterest and Instagram. But as long-time readers know, there are a number of recipes on this site that probably won’t make it to the top of the social media or search engine heap, but I found them interesting enough to share, like plum kernel ice cream or polenta gelato, made with a type of polenta that no one can get, and an oil that I think may have been in production for all of about six days in the south of France.

I’ve been accused of being someone that didn’t follow the herd, so apologies, but I think it’s fun to tackle a new cooking project, especially one as unusual as this one is, and it’s easy to make, no matter where you are.

Buckwheat flour is what gives kig ha farz its hearty, earthy flavor. A reader in the U.S. recently wrote that when she made buckwheat crêpes (called galettes, in France) hers were almost black. I’d made them for years in the States and didn’t have that problem, but another reader helpfully chimed in that some buckwheat flours are whole-grain and quite dark, unlike French buckwheat flour, which they said was partially refined.

I looked at pictures of American buckwheat flour online and didn’t notice them to be much darker than the French stuff, but the helpful reader suggested the closest replica of French buckwheat flour can be found in Japanese stores, the buckwheat flour they sell for making soba, which is sometimes mixed with wheat flour. I’m going to lug my precious farz sack along with me next time I go to the states, and give it a try. (See? I told you I wasn’t letting it out of my sight.) Some recipes do use a mix of wheat and buckwheat flour, so you could go that route as well, especially if you want something lighter.

Traditionally, kig ha farz is served with a pot-au-feu, a French boiled dinner composed of long-simmered meats and vegetables. Various versions abound but all versions I’ve seen (and there aren’t that many!) involve pork belly or bacon, sausages, and vegetables. A few have beef, so you could use any recipe that you have in your repertoire to make this. Just remember that the kig ha farz needs to be cooked two hours, so it should be a recipe that meets that criterion, and has enough liquid to poach the dumpling.

Speaking of tradition, kig ha farz is sometimes served by the slice, rather than crumbled. I’ve also seen recipes with quite a bit of sugar in the batter, up to 3/4 cup (150g). I share the Breton love of sweets, namely Kouign amann and Sablés Bretons, but I’ll  my sweet tooth for dessert.

And I prefer Kig ha farz crumbled into little bits, which makes it easy to see why it’s referred to as “Breton couscous.” If you are a traditionalist (and let’s face it, some of us can only take that term so far before we reach for what’s handy, or what’s available where we live), you could served it with lipig; a sauce made of melted butter, shallots, and bone marrow, from the os à moelle that you could cook with the meats and vegetables.
Mine was a speedy version, which I made for two. While I simmered the farz, I pan-fried the slab of bacon and a couple of pork chops, then added lightly simmered carrots and turnips that I prepared separately to the pan along with a few generous ladles of the cooking liquid and some stubby smoked sausages, then simmered everything together until it smelled like dinner was ready. Each plate got served with a ladle of the sauce, In lieu of the lipig, you could dab the kig ha farz with some salted butter, which I didn’t do this time, but don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t.


 - Speaking | Linkki



 isn't life just like this?
27.08.2017 09:55

Sunshine, beach, waves, coconut trees, banana, captain; palms, mangroves, they are like a song of poetic song notes, cleverly tied together, combined into a wonderful sound, mesmerizing human sonorous, resounding and prolonged. Shallow sea, several tourists for snorkeling, countless microwave slowly. With this wonderland and some pretty woman from afar, they in bright color on the beach, enjoy the show, beautiful appearance, and the integration of the beautiful landscape of nature, make beautiful music.
The same big Phi Phi picturesque, it resembles a irregular dumb bell, two shade is covered by small hills, by the middle of two half moon bay intersection, near the shore of the sea is a charming jade color, extraordinary as if done by the spirits of the natural cave meet the eye everywhere. Wandering on the island, looked comfortable, can not help. Near the beach, an old boat ran aground, desolate ruins. Listen to the tour guide about its origin, suddenly heart billows.
Remember that time there have been terrible tsunami, waves of twenty or thirty meters to the clamor of the charming scenery of the moment, Phuket islands have been mercilessly swallowed. The sea is beautiful and fertile giving all of mankind at the same time, the fierce tough side show. Perhaps, every step I took, there was a beautiful soul fell down at the foot, this is so sad feelings. Reverence for nature and respect for life should become the eternal theme for human beings to reflect on nature. But I know that the sea is spiritual, and he will reflect on himself, and will eventually give the most beautiful to the people who depend on their lives.
Looked up, the glittering sea in August, smoke Haomiao, occasionally passing breeze, aroused little waves. The sea is so calm, with a peaceful repose in the world. The wind also has, the waves also have, and finally attributed to quiet, this is the life of the sea, is also his normal. You say, friend, isn't life just like this?


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