Gaucho - The Best Steak In Town, No Kidding!

I was fortunate enough to be taken to Gaucho for a surprise pre-Christmas treat by the man. I'd heard about Gaucho and I knew it was a Argentinian steakhouse but I didn't know it was an amazing steakhouse. This place is a gold mine of culinary desire! I love everything about it - the food, the service, the decor, the atmosphere! I could not find fault - not one little bit!

Argentinians have us Brits and other members of the EU to thank for their world renowned beef as afterall it was us who took the cattle to the country in the first place. Little did European explorers know that when they turned their noses up at the humble Argentinian cuisine of potatoes and llama meat and decided to import their own cows, chicken and veggies that they in fact would be building a legacy for Argentina. The Argentinians took that cattle and they ran with it, not in a literal sense, in the sense that they made it into what it is today, some of the finest quality meat ever to be tasted on the planet. The country is a prime spot for producing the quality meat especially considering the fertile plains of the pampas and the subtropical climate across the country.

I've had good argentinian steak at Buen Ayre but I just knew this was going to be really good at Gaucho. Gaucho, by the way, was the name given to the criollo cowboys of Argentina but today it refers to the residents of certain regions of Argentina, Uruguay, Southern Chile and Brazil. Anyhoo, we rocked up to Gaucho and entered a very funky dimly lit bar. We were lead through the bar and down the stairs to the restaurant. Our coats were checked and we taken to our table by a very important looking man dressed all in black pressing one finger to his ear-piece...it may sound pretentious of Gaucho but I love that sort of stuff! Also, as I was to witness, the finger pressing to the ear-piece would be very necessary as the restaurant definately gets very busy and with the sort of clientele that frequent it there needs to be strict military order, of which can only be achieved with finger pressing to an ear-piece!

Now about the restaurant. I could see a long and fiery grill at the back of the restaurant with several chefs bustling around it, this would be for the asado. The decor continued with the funky theme from the bar, the music was modern and hispanic, the chairs were covered with cowhide, the chandeliers were glistening. I liked it.







Time for some wine. Did you know that Argentina is the fifth largest producer of wine yet only exports some 25% of its output? We ordered a nice bottle of Malbec from the extensive list and perused the modern and interestingly folding menu. An interesting and complimentary nibble basket arrived complete with sliced bread and cheesey bread puffs (which were DEE-lish!) and a rather moorish chilli oil for dipping!




While choosing our starters and mains (don't fret, I would not be leaving without dessert but that was to be ordered later!) our very friendly and sweet waitress, Monika, brought us a platter to explain the various cuts of meat. She knew what she was talking about and explained where each piece of meat came from and easily responded to my probing foodie questions - which were really a ploy to see if she was just reading from a script, which she wasn't. I love it when the people who work at the restaurant are passionate about the food served, Monika had passion, I liked Monika.




For starters the man ordered from the Ceviche menu, Ecuadorian tiger prawns in a roasted tomato and lime sauce. Ceviche is fresh, as in raw, seafood cured with citrus juices. This dish is typical of Peruvian cuisine but has been adopted by many other Latin American countries. The citric acids from the fruits causes the proteins in the seafood to become "denatured" which basically pickles or "cooks" the fish without any heat. I was so intrigued by this dish as I'd never had ceviche before, I couldn't wait for it to arrive! It arrived and as we always do, we shared :) The ceviche was divine! Its such a clever cooking process that allows you to really taste the seafood and I loved being able to feel all the textures of the tiger prawns too. Delicious!



Ceviche

For my starters I ordered 6 fresh rock oysters which came with a shallot and red wine vinegar and a wedge of lemon. I've only recently developed a taste for oysters and I still couldn't tell you if two different types tasted differently but I'm working on it!



Oysters...drool...

Once finished the dishes were cleared away. I don't think my mouth has watered this much in anticipation EVER! I was literally sitting on the edge of my cowhide seat in excitement of the arrival of my slab of beef. We'd both ordered 225g fillet steaks, or 'Bife de Lomo'. I'd ordered rare, as always, the man ordered a more civilised medium-rare. What can I say, I'm a nethanderal at heart. Then the mains arrived. Oh Em Gee. The meat was perfectly cooked. I was speechless. The meat really did melt in my mouth life butter. The fillet is the most tender cut of beef and is the most expensive, its from a part of the cow that receives very little exercise hence uber-tenderness. The form of cooking used in Gaucho was an asado, a technique for cooking cuts of meat on a big old barbeque, originating in Argentina and Uruguay. The meat for an asado is not marinated, the only preparation being the application of salt before and/or during the cooking period. Just the way I like it. I never have sauces with meat as, as I've definately mentioned before, I love being able to actually taste the meat itself. The steak was beautiful. I remember looking over at the man in disbelief at the party in my mouth. 225g was definately enough although if heaven was made out of that steak there's no doubt I'd gobble up the lot...


*DROOL*


If fillet doesn't take your fancy then there's the obvious other options of rump, sirloin and ribeye. You can even get a Gaucho Sampler with all four cuts of prime Argentine beef amounting to a whopping 1200g of meat! That's nearly one sixth of the average beef consumption per year per capita in Argentina! Gaucho also do lamb chops and an award winning burger and if you're really feeling difficult you can try their stewed seabass, spatchcocked chicken or even a risotto! If however, like a sane person would, you choose to stick with steak (since you're in a steakhouse!!) you can also choose from 4 sauces to accompany your beef. These include the classic bernaise, peppercorn, mustard or mushroom. Mine as mentioned was without sauce but the man ordered peppercorn and proceeded to pour it all over his steak. There's also a selection of sides to choose from, although I would have been perfectly content with just the beef, seriously. These include chorizo potato cakes, spinach, grilled portobello mushrooms and asparagus. We ordered fries and a strange pea and bacon concoction which oddly enough worked...

You'd think now I would be full, especially after having a three course lunch earlier on in the day with my work but oh no, no sir-ee, not this Little Welsh. This Little Welsh likes the eat and can pack it in. That I did. 'Can I see the dessert menu please?' Monika returned with the dessert menus, equally as funky and modern as the mains menu, and also a cheese platter. She sweetly said 'I thought you'd like to take a photo of this too'. Bless. She carefully explained each slab of well-sourced cheese before allowing us to mull over the choices on the menus. The aroma from the cheese was heavenly but was I wrong in thinking that I'd heard Monika mention something about a chocolate cake earlier? On the dessert menu there's everything you could possible imagine to satisfy that nagging old sweet tooth from pancakes with icecream to vanilla flan, from cheesecake to coconut panacotta. Naturally I chose the chocolate cake with orange, cadamon and coffee sauce. Now being in a steakhouse you don't really expect too much from the desserts however I was pleasantly surprised! The chocolate cake was firstly a good size and secondly it consisted of very complimentary flavours. The rich and gooey chocolate slab was lightly spiced with cardamon and the coffee cream sauce and fresh orange segments gave it a wonderfully light and fresh lift. The man chose a trio of Argentine ice creams including a bitter chocolate, a very natural tasting vanilla and a deliciously sweet dulce de leche. drool.



Cheese board



Chocolate cake with orange, cardamom and coffee sauce



Trio of icecream!

Good god was I full. I had actually consumed a hellova lot of food that day. I was so full but equally so happy. I don't think I stopped smiling during the entire evening - which is quite hard when your slurping oysters! What a night! We paid and made our exit. I noticed a rather swish looking lift by the cloak room desk and asked if we could take the lift instead of the stairs, I know it's only a lift but it really was a nice way to end the evening. The glass cylinder rose slowly into the sparkly bar above and we were greeted and lead to the doors which were opened in perfect synchronisation. The whole evening was perfect. The service was flawless, the food was divine, my belly was huge.

Get yourself down to Gaucho, there are 13 branches including one at the 02. You've not had steak til you've had Gaucho's.





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Borough Market...Foodie Heaven...My Kinda Market

Borough Market is a fabulous food market located in Southwark, South East London. The market has become something of a tourist attraction, however it has managed to retain its reputation for selling some of the best quality produce from not just local but also global sources. There is also a wholesale market which is open between 2-8am weekday morning but the retail market operates Thursdays 11-5pm, Fridays 12-6pm and Saturday 9-5pm. I've heard that the original market had actually existed since the Roman times but it was first officially mentioned in texts in 1276. This market has been celebrated by foodies, chefs and restauranteurs alike. Every kind of food imagineable is available from fresh fruits to the finest seafood, from dairy goods to top quality meats, from beers and wines to mouthwatering european cakes and breads. Some of the produce I found to be quite pricey and I know the quality is probably much better than what you can get in the supermarket but unfortunately I'm not made of money so I have to barter and this is a good place to barter! When you go I recommend you walk around the market once to have a scan of produce and prices, have a budget, be strict and hold your ground! There's also a lot of samples on each of the stalls so you can easily fill up on an indulgent lunch without spending a penny! But if you cant wait til you get home to tuck into your goodies then there are several hotdog and burger stalls selling wild boar and venison! Check out my photos so you can get an idea of some of the produce thats being sold.



























Shopping in this market is great fun - not just for the free samples but also because the traders now exactly what they're talking about and will give you some fantastic tips for cooking with your purchased produce. Another nice thing about shopping at Borough Market is the gorgeous backdrop - Southwark Cathedral.




To find Borough Market the easiest way is by tube: Take the northern line to London Bridge and turn left out of the exit, cross the road in front of you and you'll see Southwark Cathedral directly in front. Go down the steps and into the market. Enjoy!

The Hummingbird Bakery - Not As Pretty As The Pictures...

A cupcake shop. A cupcake shop in London. That's right. A cupcake shop in London. Insane! Was it true? I'd heard whispers (as always) in the twitterverse about such a heavenly presence as a cupcake shop springing up in the capital...but I didn't believe them. I'm what you'd call a 'Pantene girl' - my motto is "seeing is believing". I was going to have to see this Hummingbird Bakery before I was to believe a small slice of cute American baking had made its way to London. Off we set one bitterly cold saturday afternoon to find said bakery. Of course prior, to our departure, I had done copious amounts of research as to the location and reviews.

For those of you who are unaware of what the Hummingbird bakery is then let me tell you a little bit about it. "The Hummingbird Bakery is the home of high quality American home-baking in London" as the website says, the first Hummingbird landed in Portobello Road in 2004 with the objective to provide Londoners with an alternative to supermarket cakes. Since 2004 several other Hummingbirds have landed in South Kensington and Soho. Everything in the shop is freshly baked onsite in the kitchens and they also offer a catering service for birthday and celebration cakes. All the reviews had been very positive, "The taste is out of this world", "The quality of the ingredients is second-to-none", "The best cupcakes I've ever tasted". So as you can imagine, as usual, I had high expectations.




So we arrived and I stood for a moment to take in the delicious pink walls, soft red velvet coated stools, the sugar sweet aroma...and then I saw it...the counter....FULL of cakes....I wiped the drool from my chin and headed for the shiny glass treasure chest of heavenly sweet cakes...




I could see at least 6 different types of cupcakes, each one hand-decorated to perfection! The colours of the frosting were beautiful, pinks, yellows, blues, reds, greens, some with glitter, some with sprinkles and some with tiny handmade figures such as santas and snowmen. I didn't know where to start! The choice was overwhelming and I was getting a sugar rush just from breathing. "Can I help you choose?" said a friendly voice behind the counter. I was going to need to help choosing because my mind was all over the place! I was thinking about how delicious this miniature works of arts were going to taste, all that frosting covering the sweet crumbly spongey base...."which one would you like?" the friendly voice interupted again. I hadn't decided yet, I wanted to take it all in - afterall we were the only people in the shop so I wanted to take my time! I informed the friendly voice behind the counter that I was still deciding. My statement was met with a pair of rolled eyes - the cheek of it! She didn't even try to hide it, she rolled her eyes right at me! How dare she! Ok now I was deducting a point. I decided not to make a scene (a very rare decision) and to let this eye-rolling slip as once upon a time I too had worked in a cafe and I too had distributed my fair share of eye-rolling right at the customer.

I ordered the bright red glittery santa cupcake and the man ordered a rather macho baby blue frosted chocolate one with rainbow sprinkles.





Now these cupcakes ain't cheap, at £2.50-2.75 a pop and for a base half the size of the palm of my hand, I was expecting a small taste of heaven. We perched ourselves on the red velvet covered stools and commenced the tasting. The first bite was indeed a small taste of heaven, an exceedingly sweet taste but nevertheless it was yummy. The frosting was rather thick but divinely creamy and the vanilla base was soft and moist. The second bite was actually a bit sickly and I noticed my fingers were becoming stained from the red frosting - a sign of too much food colouring. I was not impressed, especially since my arcrylic nails were also turning a rather unpleasant shade of rouge. Minus point number two. I decided that the man's cupcake was better than mine, the frosting was just as sweet but the chocolate base was far superior than my vanilla one - but that was a given, chocolate outranks all. By now we were on our fourth and final bite - yes they really are that small but just as well really because I was sick of the bloody cupcake by now. It was disgustingly sweet and I could feel my teeth disolving from the sugary overload. Minus point number three.

We were glad when our Hummingbird Bakery experience had come to an end but I wasn't sure my dentist would be too happy with my sugar-eroded nashers. So overall I gave the Hummingbird Bakery one point for a delightfully quaint and American decor and one point for the fabulously hand-decorated mounds of sugar. However I deducted one point for the eyeball rolling and pushiness of the staff, one point for the red stains on my fingers and I deducted a third and final point for the achingly sweet sugar content of the cupcakes than really didn't need to be all that sweet. So in total I give the Hummingbird Bakery in Soho a score of -1.

If you're wondering, my teeth made a full recovery however I did have a dodgy stomach for about an hour or two after as the sugar made it's way down to my tummy. Not cool.

If you dare to visit the Hummingbird Bakery and manage to have a better experience, please let me know - although I'm not too sure if I'd be convinced enough to go back though.




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The Shortbread Diaries: Attempt Number 3...My Sweet Love Affair With Shortbread...

I only waited a day before commencing attempt number 3 of The Shortbread Diaries. I was determind now, more determined than ever to crack to buttery code to the perfect crumbly goodness.

The story so far:

Attempt Number 1: Lavender too strong, consistency of the dough was wrong producing an unshortbread-like appearance. The biscuits were too thin and lost their shape. However the lemon flavour came out well.



Attempt Number 1

Attempt Number 2: The lavender and lemon flavours both came out well. Freezing the dough did not help to produce the crumbly biscuit. Again, the biscuits were too thin and lost their shape.



Attempt Number 2

So Attempt Number 3 had to correct all of the above and more. They had to come out perfectly this time, I mean this is shortbread we're talking about - not a complicated recipe, so why, oh why, was it not working??!! The grey cloud of scheming returned...the heavens darkened...the plotting began again. This time I decided to outsmart the shortbread, I would not be defeated by this sweet crunchy delight! In order to make the perfect shortbread, I'd have to think like the shortbread...Where had I gone wrong before and how would I correct it. Scheme. Plot. Scheme. Plot some more. Scheme a bit more...

I turned my attentions to youtube with the hope of finding some visual aid to help me on my quest. To my surprise I discovered hundreds of videos of people, oddly enough mostly Americans, making their versions of my buttery tormentor. Hours of watching short clips led me to the conclusion that something was definately wrong with the consistency. I needed to make a breadcrumb-like consistency. This must be the key - this would solve the mystery!

Attempt Number 3 began one wintery wet evening and as I made my way towards the kitchen, I let out a smug cackle of laughter, much like that of a mad scientist, now I had the answers I felt unstoppable. MWHAHAHAHA! Ok so that was a little over-dramatic but I was getting a bit fed up of failing at the world's simplest of biscuits! Tonight was the night!

I melted the butter gently and beat in the sugar. I sifted flour, rice flour and a pinch of salt into the creamed sugary butter. Ok this was it, the consistency, it needed to be "breadcrumb-like". Mine wasn't looking like breadcrumbs. It was looking like a wet dough. I added more flour, rice flour and more sugar. I'm not going to lie - I didn't measure it, I just chucked it in, little at a time. This is how I roll in the kitchen - trial and error! I kept mixing and adding more flour and sugar until eventually a breadcrumb-like consistency began to form...this was it, there was no turning back now, perfection was on the horizon! I mixed in enough dry ingredients so that it produced a fine crumb texture but when pushed together with the wooden spoon it didn't fall apart but held together. This was looking good.





I tipped the crumbly mix on to a sheet of greaseproof paper and started to form a lump out of it.




I placed another sheet of greaseproof paper on top and rolled a rolling pin over it. I'd learned this trick from my numerous hours in front of youtube, it proved to be less messy and more effective! I rolled out the mixture until it was about half an inch think. I then cut my shape, this time I opted for classic rectangles and placed them on one of the greaseproof paper sheets on a baking tray.





I sprinkled sugar over all the biscuits (another youtube trick) and bunged the tray in the hot oven and turned the heat down. Then I waited. I'd been here and played this game before, the Waiting game and I wasn't a good player. I had to resist the urge to wander off to watch tv or chat with someone. "Focus and concentrate, eyes on the prize" I said to myself, over and over. I had a good feeling about this batch, they looked more convincing before they went into the oven and they were looking even more convincing once inside the fiery chamber - they didn't expand as they had done in both previous attempts. Could this be? Had I done it? Had I cracked the buttery code?!

I slowly pulled the tray out of the oven, the house fell silent, a heavenly glow surrounded me and the tray...I could hear angels singing. I. Did. It. They looked perfect. They were a pale golden colour and had kept their shape during the entire cooking process. They had passed the first test, the second test would be the Taste Test where the innocent crumbly biscuits would face the tastebud gladiators in the arena of my guinea pig's, urr I mean housemates', bellies. I couldn't stop looking at them. They were so perfect. A wave of maternal love washed over, was this how a new mother felt when she first set eyes on her baby? I thought so. Perfection.

30 minutes later - I know! I can't believe I managed to wait that long too! - the biscuits were cool enough to taste. I timidly picked one up and studied it. They had cooked through, unlike Attempt Number 2. Their pale golden coloour encased the entire body of the biscuit. I snapped it in half. Inside the biscuit looked exactly how it was meant to - crumbly. I popped in my mouth, the familiar and well balanced flavour of lemon was beautiful. I had mastered the lemon flavour early on in my shortbread journey, the flavour I was more concerned about was the lavender as this had proved problematic during the first two attempts. I studied the lavender biscuit and the subtle floral scent was light - which was a good sign. Attempt Number 1 was ruined by my heavy-handedness in the lavender distribution department. I bit into the lavender biscuit. Lavender is the hardest flavour to describe because it just tastes of "lavender" but the flavour of lavender is so delightful when it's done well...and this was done well. HAZAAR! The lavender had worked, I had achieved the perfect amount! This was indeed a good day.

So the journey had come to an end. My path down the shortbread road of enlightenment had finished. I had completed my mission and created the perfect shortbread. I had not been defeated by the world's simplest biscuit. I would be crowned Queen of the Shortbread Kingdom!

So guys and dolls there is a lesson to be learned here. Seek and thou shalt find. "The secret of success is constancy to persistance" (Benjamin Disraeli). "If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you, this thing we call "failure" is not the falling down, but the staying down" (Mary Pickford). "You have only to endure to conquer" (Winston Churchill). So the message is don't give up! Don't become a victim to your kitchen! Persistance is key and that's how we achieve the perfect shortbread! MWHAHAHAHAHA!

To master your kitchen and usurp the Shortbread Emperor, try this simple recipe:

- 175g Plain flour (sifted) - plus extra more to achieve breadcrumb-like consistency
- 75g Rice flour - plus extra more to achieve breadcrumb-like consistency
- 175g Softened butter - I used regular salted butter
- 175g sugar (I used caster) - plus extra more to achieve breadcrumb-like consistency
- Pinch of salt

NB. These quantities don't have to be followed to the exact gramme as I added extra to get the crumb effect so I fully recommend you chucking in a load more once you've added the above ingredients.

1. Cream the sugar and butter together
2. Add in the dry ingredients and mix, add the extra in order to achieve the crumb look
3. Tip out the mix on to sheet of greaseproof paper, mould into a lump and place another sheet on top
4. Roll out to about half an inch in thickness and cut your shapes
5. Place the shapes on a sheet of greaseproof paper (one from your rolling) on a baking tray and sprinkle sugar over the biscuits
6. Bung in a pre-warmed oven and turn the heat down low on your oven, I would recommend GM3 but I'm not sure what temperature my oven was set at because the numbers on the dial have worn off - like I said in the previous post, it's a crap oven!
7. Bake your biscuits for approximately 15-20 minutes until a pale golden colour has been achieved
8. Remove from the oven and cool
9. Enjoy :)


HAZAAR!


If you give the recipe a try, let me know how yours turned out and if you too became the ruler of the Shortbread Kingdom!

The Shortbread Diaries: Attempt Number 2...My Sweet Love Affair With Shortbread...

As you probably read in The Shortbread Diaries: Attempt Number 1, I was not entirely happy with the result of my first attempt at the crumbly goodness. However I don't give up so easily and I certainly wasn't going to be defeated by one of the simpliest recipes EVER! What could go wrong? - it's literally flour, sugar and butter, bung it in the oven and hey presto...so I thought. But, and this is a fat arse BUT there is SO much that can go wrong! Obviously the flavours must be right and on my first attempt the lavender failed - I got too happy when adding it to the mix. The lemon flavour came out perfect so it's not all doom and gloom! Not only do you need to master the flavour but there's also the texture - good shortbread is firm yet crumbly. It needs to be strong enough to survive the obligatory dunking into the tea but soft enough to be able to melt in the mouth and satisfy that nagging sweet tooth. Attempt Number 1 certainly did not manage that - they were far to thin to be worthy of even being called shortbread! Oh the shame! Last but not least there's aesthetics. You can't present food that looks like a cowpat, indeed Attempt Number 1's shortbread were cowpats. Thin buttery cowpats. Not pretty.

So with all these things in mind I had to plan Attempt Number 2 carefully. The dark cloud of shortbread plotting returned and soon I was engrossed in my scheming to produce the perfect biscuit. This time I decided to try chilling the dough in a tube-like shape before slicing and baking. I had played this out in my mind and could already see how perfect they would look! Best idea ever!

However I had yet another trick up my sleeve - my new SECRET WEAPON! Rice flour! On top of the same ingredients I used last time, I had read in multiple recipes, to add rice flour or something similar like cornflour, semolina or polenta. This would add 'bite' to my shortbread! I wanted that 'bite', I convinced myself that I needed that 'bite', I wasn't going to stop until I got 'bite'.






So the ingredients plus the rice flour were mixed up again and split in half, one half had lemon zest and juice mixed in and the other had lavender. The dough was then dolloped on a piece of clingfilm.




I moulded the gloop into a tube-like object and wrapped the end of the clingfilm up. At this point I had a eureaka moment. "The Freezer!" I slyly whispered, like a predator closing in on it's prey. This was it, I was closing in on the perfect shortbread! The freezer would chill the dough even quicker than the aformentioned refridgerator! Consequentially I could then bake the buggers quicker and get on with the taste test! HAZAAR! So the dough tubes were put in the freezer and I smugly went off to have a cup of tea.

* 2 hours later *

As I merrily skipped down the stairs towards the kitchen I thought about how easy it would be to slice the perfect thickness out of my chilled dough and how aesthetically pleasing my shortbread would be after my stroke of pure genius! I opened the freezer, still smug, reached in for my shortbread tubes and...oh...I should not have put them in the freezer. My dough tubes were frozen solid. "Quelle surprise" I hear you say but unfortunately I was blinded by the idea of the perfect thickness being achieved to even think about how a freezer well umm freezes things. So I left them out to defrost for a bit. Lesson learned.

* 30 minutes later *

This time there was no merry skip in my step. I trapsed my way back to the kitchen to inspect my defrosted lump of what was becoming the bain of my life! I sliced the dough tubes and laid the 1/2 inch thick discs on to a greaseproof-paper-lined baking tray while swatting away the thieving hands of housemates. These could not go wrong - they were soooo much thicker than Attempt Number 1! The tray was bunged in the oven and the waiting began.




I checked them after 5 minutes, they were looking good! They had grown slightly but not too much to be concerned about.




5 minutes later I checked again, they were still growing - why were they still growing? What's going on??



"Stop growing!!"

I shut the door and prayed to the Shortbread God - come on Shortbread God, just let these biscuits live! 8 minutes later (I had gotten distracted by the tv) I checked again and the desired pale golden colour had been achieved - I didn't want to leave them in any longer for fear of yet another growth spurt so I pulled them out of the oven and let them cool.






Now for the taste test. As I'd done with Attempt Number 1, I studied the shortbread. I picked one up and studied every crumb. The top side was a good pale golden shortbready colour. They were still too thin though, this bothered me. Then I flipped one over to study the underside. Oh. It didn't look like it had cooked through properly. At this point I actually growled. I don't think I've every growled at food before but I did on this occassion. I was so annoyed and bewildered! Why didn't it cook through! GRRRRRR!

So this was attempt number 2. Another failure. Now some people would have given up after two failed attempts. But not me, not The Little Welsh, no sir-ee! This second failure was to only spur me on to achieve the perfect shortbread....

To be continued...

The Shortbread Diaries: Attempt Number 1...My Sweet Love Affair With Shortbread...

I had a bee in my bonnet. A bee about shortbread. The bee wasn't buzzing off. Ever since I read one of those annoying advert magazines in a foodie magazine during a moment of boredom and saw the delicious looking lemon shortbread biscuits neatly arranged on a platter I had had that bee. Damn you shortbread. Damn you for being so deliciously crumbly and made with moutherwatering buttery goodness. Damn you shortbread. For 7 solid days I plotted. How should I make these shortbread, if I were to make them? What flavour should I use? which recipe should I follow...I plotted. My relationship with shortbread became bordering on obssessive...did you know that the 6th of January is National Shortbread Day? See what I mean...

I wanted to make those lemon shortbread biscuits and once I get a plan to make/do something in my head it has to be done. So the plan was lemon. Excellent choice, rich, refreshing, sweet lemony flavours. YUM. Then I went to the Masterchef Live Show (see blog post before this one!) and had the honour of trying Mat Follas' Lavender Mousse with Hokey Pokey and Berry Sauce - one third of his three course meal that made him a Masterchef winner! It was sumptuous! The subtle lavender was so delicate and sweet, it was perfect. Then I realised the potential of lavender! And yes I maybe about 20 years behind everyone and I'm sure you all realised that lavender was great for cooking with and blah blah but whatever, I only just realised ok! So what if I put lavender in my shortbread??? Genius, I thought to myself during another shortbread plotting session at work, genius. By this point I really was starting to feel like the Dr Evil of shortbread...

So the new plan was to make two batches, one of lemon and one of lavender. If they both worked then great, if only one worked then that flavour would be crowned King of Shortbread...I told you my relationship with shortbread had "developed". Now the big question was which shortbread recipe to use! I had read so many during countless shortbread plotting sessions that my mind was a blur of flour, butter and sugar...yum! I eventually settled on a simple shortbread recipe which involved dumping said ingredients in a bowl and mixing. What could go wrong with that? Nothing is the answer, sweet, crumbly, buttery nothing.

Now the lavender was the second issue. Where do I buy lavender. yes I know it grows in people's gardens but what if a dog (or person!) had wee'd on it! Can you imagine if I'd baked something/one's urine into my gorgeous shortbread babies? The scandal! I googled it, I put questions on cooking forums, I asked the twitter universe "Where can I buy COOKING LAVENDAAAAR??!!" (imagine: shaking fist at the sky, cracks of thunder, possibly a storm and black clouds - dramatic). Hundreds of you replied! Mat Follas sent me a link to his website for his supplier, fellow food blogger Ann Chaney informed me of her lavender farm in New Zealand (lucky Ann!) while Julie Parsons had a more local idea - buy it in Waitrose. Next step = getting to Waitrose. I work in the City so larger supermarkets are quite sparse so the nearest Waitrose location was googled, directions were loaded on my phone's gps and off I set one lunch time! What was meant to be a 10 minute walk turned into a 30 minute tour of Central London, dam you gps! From now on I shall be reverting back to my tried-and-tested methods of drawing a very not-too-scale map on a bit of paper and marking the route with a red pen. Never EVER fails. So I got there in the end, the whole time I was walking I just kept praying that they'd actually have it in stock! They did so I didn't have to make a scene in the store and I happily bought two little jars of Bart's dried lavender, specifically for cooking! It was a happy day for all. I trotted back and continued my research of the best way to make the perfect shortbread.

Finally home time and I zoomed out of work and straight home to commence the great shortbread experiment! The flour was weighed and sieved (thank you Delia), the sugar was measured out and the butter was semi-melted in the microwave. I chucked it all in a big mixing bowl - as instructed to do by the recipe - and mixed, a bit more flour and sugar was added to the very wet and lumpy mixture that had spawned. I continued doing this until I had a sort-of semi-decent paste looking consistency and then I split the mixture in half - 1 half for lavender and 1 for lemon.




I added a generous sprinkling and a half of the dried lavender. This was to be my second fatal error of the night (the first had been using to much butter and then melting said butter too much...so does that make it three fatal errors so far?) Turns out that dried lavender is pretty strong and you really don't need much AT ALL! Anyhoo by this point the kitchen was smelling glorious so I didn't care. I rolled out the gloopy paste on a floured surface...




 and used a small glass to make little discs of shortbread...




 popped them on a sheet of baking paper and threw them in the oven for 15 minutes. Now the oven in the shared house where I live is crap, there is no other word for it. It's just crap. It cooks unevenly and on random sides so I had to stand next to the oven and turn the baking trays every 5 minutes or so to ensure evenly cooked shortbread!




So the lavdender ones were done and allowed to cool. On to the lemon shortbread! I juiced and zested one lemon and chucked that into the remaining shortbread mix. I also tipped a little bit of the butter out of the bowl as while it had had time to sit a small pool of the yellow stuff was slowly surrounding the paste mix...not cool. The same was done to this, rolled out, discs cut, bunged in the oven, watched over and turned until a light golden brown.

Now the waiting. Waiting for the flavours to infuse...waiting for the lavender and lemon oils to work their way through the buttery dough...waiting for the wafts of the crunchy biscuity goodness to drive me insane...waiting for them to bloody cool down so I could try one! Eventually they did and I studied them before gobbling one up. Some had come out quite aesthetically pleasing, as a nice light golden colour and a perfect disc shape.




Others had completely defied my orders and started making their own shapes, combined with the random oven and just ended up looking like a 2 year old had been let loose in the kitchen. Not impressed by some of them. Now the flavour, the lavender ones, as mentioned before, were too strong and unfortunately the lavender left a bitter aftertaste. The lemon ones however were a huge success! Just the right amount of lemon juice and zest! Perfect. Another thing I would change would be the thickness. I made mine too thin which perhaps explains the disobedient ones morphing shape. So hot tips for shortbread, thicker, less melted butter and less lavender!

To make my shortbread all you need are these:




- 125g/4 oz butter (I used unsalted for this particular recipe - just because!)
- 55g/2 oz caster sugar
- 180g/6 oz plain flour
- pinch of salt
- 1/2 tbs of dried cooking lavender (I should have used this amount!) - I bought Bart's Dried Lavender from - Waitrose for £1.19 a bottle
- Juice and zest of 1 lemon

This recipe makes 10-12 shortbread biscuits, follow my Gordan-Ramsey-style instructions to make the yummy, crumbly goodness.

1. MELT butter in microwave
2. Add butter to sugar, sifted flour and salt. MIX
3. Put paste on to floured surface and ROLL
4. CUT shapes
5. Put on baking paper in a hot oven at GM5 for 15 mins and BAKE (until an evenly pale golden colour)

If I've managed to convert you to the joys of shortbread and you decide to try out my easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy (get it - lemon, like lemon shortbread!) recipe then remember to take a photo and share the love :)

To be continued...

Taste Christmas London, December 2009 @ ExCel, London

I'd heard whispers in the foodie world of another food exhibition which would shortly follow the Masterchef Live show (back in November) so I did some research and indeed another one was in the midst. Olly Smith - the excitable and wide-eyed wine guy (check out my photo in the Masterchef Live post) was to be the face of Taste Christmas in partnership with Waitrose! This show promised to be the "festive season's finest foodie extravaganza!" Well in my mind it would have a lot to live up to following the Masterchef Live show! That exhibition was ginormous and perfectly executed on every level from layout of exhibitors to the general running of the whole show. Plus Masterchef Live was crawling with celeb chefs - how could Taste Christmas compete? I was to find out on Saturday 5th December....



ExCel, The Venue


ExCel is not the most easiest of venues to get to, situated a good 10-15 minute walk from Canning Town tube on the unreliable jubilee line, however the kind organisers at Taste Christmas had arranged a free bus service to transport the eager foodies from tube to venue! Bargain! The entry into the show was just as hassle free as Masterchef - if not easier. I'd received my tickets in the post and with one flash of them we were waved in - easy! The hall was definately not as humungous as the Olympia venue, however there was plenty of space to be filled with tasty treats! I found the layout of exhibitors to be a tad messy and we weren't sure which way to go first. It was also not clear where the main theatres were which was also a bit annoying nevertheless we meandered around. On the other hand I could have just been overwhelmed by all the food...

I found the exhibitors to not be as forth-coming with their samples and spiel as at the Masterchef Live (nothing to do with the fact that it was 10.15am and I was loitering around the alcohol stalls) which was a bit of a disappointment. Some of them didn't even look up when we hovered around their stall - we were a prime opportunity for being a sales target! I'll willingly listen to anything so long as I know I'll be getting free food out of it! However those that did offer good samples and plenty of spiel were great - including the old man who was trying to sell me soy caviar - I mean really, soy caviar??!! Friendly guy though. One stall that I particularly liked was the Choya Umeshu Co Ltd offering Japanese fruit liqueurs with no sweetners, no artificial colourings of preservatives and as was told, was very healthy! Nevertheless they were delicious so if you see them around I highly recommend you try them!

As well as the numerous exhibitors - some familiar faces from Masterchef Live, there were 14 restaurants stalls serving their signature dishes, these included Modern Pantry, St Pancras Grand and Sumonsan. You had to use your pre-ordered dinning currency, also known as Crowns, to buy food from these. The confusing thing about these crowns though was that they weren't one crown for one quid, i think they were two for one - but I just don't get why they did that? Weird! Anyhoo loitering around some of the restaurants were the owners/chefs who had made it on to TV a few times. I bumped into Atul Kochhar of Benares, Pascal Aussignac of Club Gascon and also the lovely Silvena Rowe of Baltic. Actually, when I say "bumped" I mean "made-a-bee-line-straight-for-them"...same thing...



Me and Atul Kochhar of Benares




Pascal Aussignac of Club Gascon and me




Me and Silvena Rowe of Baltic

Dotted around the hall were small "Taste" theatres, for example there was a Taste of Chocolate theatre where chocolatier Rococo demonstrated truffle making and Green and Blacks held chocolate tasting. Another was Taste of Cheese where various cheese producers gave talks and demonstrations on their products such as Linda Dutch of Ewe Have To Be Kidding. However my favourite Taste theatre was the Taste of France theatre. This was where the gorgeous Jun Tanaka could be found cooking classic French dishes with a festive twist!



@chefjun of Pearl and @thelittlewelsh...of Wales!

Later on Antony Worrall Thompson would also be gracing us with his presence at the Taste of France theatre so we waited around for his performance. Unfortunately we were too late to get decent seats and got stuck sitting on floor to the side of the theatre so we couldn't actually hear or see anything. One whole hour went by...we sat...bored...waiting for The Worraller to finish - by this point I just wanted a bloody photo! I had predicted that he would exit to the side we were sat on as there was more room (yes I like to make predictions and no I'm not often right) however The Worraller dashed off in the other direction shortly after he'd finished cooking! What! Where are you going Antony??!!! I just sat on the floor for an hour waiting for you to finish! I jumped up and raced around the back of the theatre...yes I realise that I chased The Worraller...but I was to be rewarded for the fruits of my labour with a very nice photo of myself and the man himself and a very nice man he was too!




Me and AWT


There was also a main theatre situated right at the far end of the hall, uniquely named the Taste Theatre, where various celeb chefs would be holding cook-offs and demonstrations. To be honest I didn't recognise many names except for Allegra McEvedy as she's recently done BBC 2's Economy Gastronomy.



Allegra and Olly!


Waitrose, being the main sponsor of the event, had not only plastered their name everywhere but had also set up various booths around the hall, including the canape and flower arranging workshop and the cookery school theatre - all at an extra cost of course. My favourite Waitrose booth was the Waitrose Christmas Experience. You entered a room decked out in Waitrose christmas objects, got handed a complimentary cup of Waitrose champagne, followed the line around the Waitrose christmas food table and out the door...needless to say we visited that booth several times.

Overall the day was a good day, I had managed to stuff my face (as usual), had a wander around and seen some exciting new producers and met a few more celeb chefs. However, there were a few more negatives than positives - but these are niggly little ones. Firstly the unorganised layout was a bit annoying as you didn't really know where anything was. Secondly the internal cloak room was full and for some reason the heating was on full blast! Thirdly, and quite possibly the most annoying thing, was the VIP only section. This was organised by 02 and was invite only. I found that a bit of a cheek since I'd paid to get into the event so surely there shouldn't be any off-limit areas. It didn't look that great in there anyway - just a few white sofas and a dj - but still, I had paid to be at the whole event! Rudeness! So those things annoyed me but I still had a good day, not as good as Masterchef Live - they should have been done the other way around!

If I was to recommend a food exhibition for you to attend, I would recommend Masterchef Live over anything but Taste of Christmas was still a good day out. If you went along to either or both, let me know what you thought!