Julie and Julia is a charming film. It features blogging, cooking and love – three of my favourite things. There’s a scene that touched me in particular: when Julia Child’s husband gives her the book Larousse Gastronomique as a birthday present. It reminded me of how thrilled I was when I was given a copy by my husband. Not that I’ve used mine as much as Julia Child must have! I also enjoyed the portrayal of an older couple who are enthusiastic and positive about life as well as being completely in love. I hope that’s what’s in store for me.
British identity
Inspired by the Guardian’s interactive article What Does Being British Mean to You? I pondered my own position.
Both my parents’ families are from the same little cluster of villages in Gujarat, India. My parents were among those who emigrated to England in the sixties and seventies. They met through the Gujarati community in England and married. I was born in England and my upbringing and education here has shaped the person I am today far more than my family’s background, in spite of them holding on very strongly on to their culture. I don’t feel Indian; I feel British. My husband is English, we don’t incorporate any Indian traditions into our lives and we work in his parents’ very traditional pub, that most British of institutions. To me, being British means promoting freedom and tolerance.
I’ve never been a victim of overt racism but I feel there is room for improvement. People need to be educated. For example, a few months ago I was talking to an English woman in her fifties. She used, harmlessly she believed, the word ‘Paki’ as a synonym for ‘Indian’. Leaving out the geographical error entirely, I tried to explain to her that she shouldn’t use the word ‘Paki’ because it was derogatory but she clearly didn’t know what derogatory meant. At that point I cut my losses and gave up.
A Serious Man
Sausage casserole
Made some sausage casserole today, using roughly the recipe on the back of the sausage packet.
The casserole was tasty (it always pays to use good quality stock) but more noteworthy is that I cooked sausages well for perhaps the first time in my life. First they went into the oven at 160 degrees until they were cooked through. Then I browned them off on a rack (to stop them rolling about) under the grill, turning them every so often so that they coloured beautifully all round. They did lose a lot of juices but, since they were good quality sausages and they were going into casserole anyway, it didn’t matter. I cooked the casserole part separately and put the components together to be frozen in batches. It’s always good to have a ready meal or two in the freezer.
EDIT 10 Apr 2012: Best way to cook sausages for the casserole: after browning under grill as detailed above, put them into thr casserole and cook the whole thing at 150 degrees. This results in very tender sausages.
Bhajya
My mum has never made anything she called ‘pakora’. What she does do however, is coat certain thinly sliced vegetables in a batter made from gram flour, deep fry them and call them ‘bhajya’. As far as I can tell, pakora are the same as bhajya except that pakora are made with a mixture of different vegetables and end up bigger whereas bhajya are made with only one or possibly two types and end up smaller.
I made some potato bhajya based loosely on the pakora recipe in Veena Chopra’s Real Indian Cookery. The potatoes were peeled and sliced thinly before coating in batter and then deep fried. (Note for future: leaving the potato slices in the batter made the batter watery.) They had to be fried slowly so that they cooked through without the outside burning. The bhajya weren’t very spicy but they were made to be dipped into homemade chilli jam so they weren’t supposed to be. They are best eaten straight away; even reheating in the oven did not recapture the original crispiness.
Dinner at The Atrium
The Atrium is Birmingham College of Food’s training restaurant. This means you can get near enough Michelin star food at a fraction of the price. We went there for a family meal last night. Splendid food, as usual.
Paul
I always feel quite maudlin when I have a bad hangover. Paul was the perfect antidote.
Hen night
Rango
I didn’t know what to expect but I knew it was supposed to be good. The film got off to a slightly slow start which didn’t quite hold my attention but I was drawn in as it went along. I was very impressed at how much was packed into this film: references to other films, thrilling action sequences, awesome villains, comedy (sometimes quite dark), morals, music and philosophy. There is plenty for adults. Not only that but you have to be sharp to catch everything as it is very fast paced after the beginning. One thing that no one can argue with is that the animation is absolutely stunning. I ended up watching it twice in the last couple of days because it’s just so delicious.
Pastels
I don’t care what they say on Woman’s Hour, I’m NOT going to be wearing pastels.