Does anybody remember Nordy Bars? They used to be served in the Nordstrom cafe and were something of a cult classic back in the eighties. I don’t believe they make them anymore. I recently stumbled upon the original recipe (courtesy of The Oregonian’s Food Day from way back when ) and in a fit of nostalgia decided to make them. The only problem with the bars — and it’s a big one really — is that the butterscotch chips taste unbearably fake. So I decided to retool them and use a combination of butter and brown sugar to get the…
As a kid, Heinz Oxtail Soup was one of my favourite things to eat. It’s been a long time since I’ve had it (it’s unavailable in the US) — and it probably wouldn’t taste nearly as good as I remember it anyway — but I have never forgotten that sense of comfort it provided. And so, feeling a bit nostalgic, I decided to have a go at making my own — a version more suited to my grown up self. It’s not the simplest or quickest of recipes as it needs to be made over a couple of days (hence weekend…
When the skies are grey, when the world, despite so many bodies crushed together, feels like a vast and lonely place, when life feels irreparably off kilter, rice pudding can always be relied upon to set everything to rights. Rice pudding is British nursery food at its very best. As a child I would visit my grandparents in Wales each summer with my family and this is one dessert that I always remember my Nana making. As an adult, and without her recipe, I attempted to make my own. Nana baked hers so that’s where I too, began. The only…
Millionaire’s shortbread is so called because it’s, well, rich and luxurious. Although due to recent inflation issues I believe it should now be known as billionaire’s shortbread. It’s a layer of crumbly shortbread topped with creamy caramel and then smooth chocolate which makes for the perfect combination of taste and texture. It also makes it what amounts to a homemade Twix bar. Millionaire’s Shortbread seems to have originated in the seventies, somewhere in the vicinity of Scotland and when I was a kid, it would generally make its appearance in December, which is probably why I always associate it with…
Could there possibly be a sexier couple than egg and bacon? They’re the duo with chemistry so sizzling hot that they could teach a masterclass on relationships. Just the slightest whisper of egg and bacon conjures up delightful images of lazy weekend mornings and delicious breakfasts spent with a good book and endless cups of tea. And while this lovely twosome frequently forms the backbone of a good old Full English, today it is being baked into a delicious puff pastry pie and combined with potatoes for a nice, solid slice of cold weather heft. But first you’ll have to…
The Victoria Sponge, also known as a Victoria Sandwich (and affectionately as a Vicky Sponge), is probably the most iconic of English afternoon cakes and I have to tell you, I am here for every last crumb of it. As a rule I’m not a big cake eater, but the Victoria Sponge is mesmerizing in its light, golden butteriness and the combination of sponge, jam and cream is perfection. Having said that, before I continue I would like to take this opportunity to address a difference between British and American cakes. British cakes, indeed most European cakes, tend to be…
British flapjacks are nothing like American flapjacks. Think granola bar, not pancake. They’re a little bit chewy, a little bit crunchy and nerdily uncool in their humble, oaty goodness–as compared to something like, say, the macaron, that superstar of the Parisian high style pastry world. Flapjacks are rich in buttery, caramelly goodness and have a surprising depth of flavour for something so simple. I make mine with a bit of lemon zest which rounds out and deepens all the toasty notes. And unlike the fussy macaron, flapjacks are ridiculously easy to make. In less than 10 minutes the ingredients are…
Rumours abound about the origin of Eton Mess. Some involve clumsy animals whilst others talk of dropped food being picked up off the floor, reconstructed and eaten anyway. Not terribly appetizing. Regardless, Eton Mess is a classic dessert made with those most classic of English ingredients: strawberries and cream. The Eton part of the name is derived from Eton College where it was (apparently) traditionally served at the annual cricket match between Eton and Harrow. The “Mess” comes from how the dessert is constructed; folded together to look a bit, well, messy. This is not the most elegant of desserts.…
Ah, custard. So creamy and eggy and just so damn English. Custard is one of life’s little joys, one of those things that, when I make it, I find myself unable to prevent myself from stealing a spoonful from the bowl every single time I open the fridge door. All. Day. Long. Until finally, shockingly, the custard is no more. In the photo above it’s been poured over homemade apple sauce and as a kid I frequently had it served over tinned prunes or plums. Scrummy! It’s mandatory for steamed puddings of any sort and favoured with crumbles, shows up…
Oh pork belly, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee in fried rice, I love thee in tacos, I love thee straight out of the pan (although please don’t tell anyone) and now I love thee over grits, served up with an egg for breakfast. I actually had no idea I was such a fan of pork belly until I had pork belly tacos at a restaurant one day. So incredibly delicious. And to boot the tacos were accompanied by crackling… freshly made and still hot when it arrived at the table. I had…
