Wednesday, March 22, 2006

It's Wrong, Wrong, Wrong...

But somehow trawling through the recipe books is even better with a cigarette and a glass of wine. Patch is off. There'll be a couple of ciggies tonight, but I'm not going to beat myself up about it. Because there's all those others I didn't smoke today.

Sydney is very, very slightly autumnal this evening. Still humid, but -- as they say -- the days are drawing in. I can't wait to get the lastest order. 'All About Braising' and 'On the Bone'. Both wintery meat books. They'll have to be pretty good to be better than Hugh Fearnley-Wittingstall's 'The Meat Book', our particular favourite.

Over in our local dog park, the talk turns to food. My English friend -- mother of Fred and Barney, the two West Highland Whites -- gives me her corned beef recipe again. Here tis:

If corned beef very salty, soak for a couple of hours.

Put corned beef into roasting pan with either apple juice or cider to about 1.5 inches up meat. Drizzle with honey and throw about 12 cloves into liquid.

Cook very, very slowly -- a couple of hours or more.

When you're about an hour out from serving throw in some peeled onions and baste. They will slurp up the juices.

It's gorgeous.

And I can highly recommend for Sydney residents that they visit Cornucopia meats at the local markets. His Biodynamic Corned Beef is a thing made in heaven. And not overly expensive.

However, that doesn't decide what we're having for His birthday.

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