May 9 2015
It started with me discussing
May 9 2015
It started with me discussing
I think this is my 500th Post and it is a good time to leave my posting.
Last night Diane made a perfect New Years Eve meal for us so ending with this wonderful meal could not be more appropriate. We went to Southlands yesterday arvo and bought some fresh fruit and vegies as well we stopped at the Monger who had some large Marron from our Southwest. For North American readers they are freshwater crayfish and they are only found in the southwest of Western Australia (not all fresh water crays but the ones that live here in WA.) Our monger sold us a dozen Tasmania oysters and two of these delicious Marron. I like Sydney Rock Oysters or S. Australian or Albany Oysters from here in Western Australia. The oysters that I don’t care for are the “plump” ones from Tassie; the other ones are less “plump” and a person can taste the difference immediately. Diane likes the plump ones and I prefer the “lean” ones. Usually our sources here in WA receive the lean ones so Diane and I trade back and forth between the two so that each one of us gets their favourite.
We ate the oysters “natural”; I just put a pass (a very small movement) of Louisiana Hot Sauce over mine; the Oysters disappear down my throat so they are a great beginning to our marine meal.
After the oysters the Chef brought out some fresh and tender Asparagus that she put a slice of prosciutto around that gave the vegetable a flavouring as it heated in a frying pan.
The monger gave Di directions for cooking the crays: “Bring a large pot of water to the boil; add the crays, after the water returns to the boil, boil for ten minutes before moving them into cold water.” They were cooked perfectly! While they were cooling Diane made a simple sauce of a small amount of fish stock boiled down to which is added cream and your choice of fresh herbs; this mixture is heated until it is a consistency to your liking and poured on the crays after they have been reheated but no more: they cannot be cooked any more.
With the crays Diane made a side of rice.
We drank three fourths of a bottle of Vernaccia di San Gimignano from the Fattoria Abbrazia Mote Oliveto foundata nel 1340. It is one of the many inexpensive yet delicious white wines from central and southern Italy and Sicily.
Last night was a wonderful BBQ with the full meal being cooked and eaten outside in the first truly good evening we have had: it was not too hot nor was there a southerly wind shift bring cold wind in from Antarctica. Diane’s school friend Shelley (who studied Geology, trained as a teacher and now works as a prison guard: she says that being a guard is much easier) came by with her husband and two children.
Di cooked the Lamb in the Weber and it was enjoyed by everyone except the kids who dislike almost anything that doesn’t have sugar in it and they were very excited about Diane’s gifts. Di roasted small potatoes with the lamb and also had some pasta salad. I lost track of the few wines we had: they have a 45 minute drive to get back to their home on the edge of the Scarp so Peter had to watch his drinking with two kids in the car plus Shelley.
Last night was almost a repeat of the previous day. This time we had Diane’s Signature Maker’s Mark Manhattan with, as with the previous night, Marinated Octopus pieces and mussels. The marinade was very good and went well with that seafood; the other seafood on the platter was a selection of thick slices of smoked salmon which constituted the rest of the hors-d’oeuviors.
Our main course was a delight: she took the flesh out of the Crayfish tail, added some of the remaining sauce from the previous night and made a delicious mound of crayfish on the plate. That mound was paired with about six, a piece, large prawns for which she made a modest aioli dipping sauce.
I considered the prawns to be ours alone but Di invited her friends over this arvo and they will be eaten; I am not stingy but I hate to see food given away, especially seafood-oh well.
With the fish, Di also bought some of the deli’s pasta salad and potato salad which was delicious plus a roll of garlic bread which I devoured (it’s not often seen in this diet conscious abode.)
We had a bottle of Frascati to accompany this excellent food; wine experts denigrate Rome’s wine but I love the white’s of southern Italy.
Two nights ago, Christmas Eve, Diane and I celebrated Christmas with special food and present opening. The presents were as they always are, useful and appropriate, with one exception: I purchased my gifts online this year and found the experience far better: moving around crowded dept. Stores in a wheelchair is not a good way to prepare for Christmas. The food once again was a standout except this year was particularly interesting. Diane had purchased a seafood platter from our local monger for about $120.00 which at first look seems too much; however, stay with this blog and you will probably think that it was pretty inexpensive.
Christmas Eve’s meal began with Diane’s Signature Sidecar and six oysters a piece (I don’t know where they were from but they were some of the best I’ve eaten.) plus a small dish of marinated octopus and marinated mussels (shelled.)
As if that was not enough the main course came next with more delicious seafood. For decades Diane and I have been eating the same crab salad Christmas Eve; this year however, we added the delights of The Platter: Shark Bay Prawns and four almost scary looking Morton Bay Bugs from South Australia-the Monger gave us four small ones (too much demand this time of year for larger ones.) The Chef added her own mayo based sauce to the Bugs and Prawns after they had been torn into smaller pieces to make this awesome salad.
The beverage for our delicious Chrissie Eve was an inexpensive sparkling wine from France’s Loire Valley produced by Henri Grandin.
Our last two meals were fairly simple things knowing as we do tonight, Christmas Eve, will be a once in a year special dinner. For the last three decades we have eaten a crab salad the recipe that was given to us many years ago by Terri Tsugi; she was the girlfriend of an old dormie friend of mine from years ago at San Francisco State. She has been long gone; we have lost all contact but this lovely recipe has maintained itself in the hearts and stomachs of the Australian Johnsons for these many years.
We are deviating from Terri’s delicious crab salad tonight; our local fish monger is selling beautiful large platters overflowing with non-fish seafood: crays, prawns, marinated ockie etc.
Last night’s meal was a light one: heated peas and corn, rice with chopped vegetables and the second half of the other night’s BBQed store chicken.
We enjoyed a couple glasses of De Bortolie’s Colombard Chardeney box wine.
(The wine commercial says that life is too short to drink bad wine; I have never met a wine that was bad unless humans have stuffed it some way but on its own, regardless of how far the price drops, it just varies in drinkability: I have made it to late 67 and inexpensive wine has done nothing but provided decades of enjoyment.)
Two nights ago, I missed last night with computer problems, we had an annual Chrissie dinner; this night it was with the Soto’s Diane’s oldest friends in Western Australia (her first school posting.)
She began the evening at our kitchen counter with Olives, Nuts and Tapenade Toast and some Bubbly to welcome in the Christmas Season.
After moving to the dining table we enjoyed an old-fashioned Prawn Cocktail made especially good with freshly caught West Australian prawns and cooked exceedingly well by the Chef. They were so fresh and well cooked that they almost crunched when eaten. I think Diane sautéed them in a very small amount of water flavoured with a little stock. I don’t cook frequently anymore but I do remember that too much heat and too much cooking time will destroy any vegetables or seafood. My dad was from the South and they cook well down there but my mother over cooked her vegetables because Dad liked them that way; I dislike vegetables to this day.
Diane’s main course was a delight; she had a packet of muli-colured farfalle, bowtie shaped pasta, made with natural colours. She made the pasta with mushrooms, tomatoes and slices of artichoke bottoms. It wasn’t a sauce; it was just a combination of vegetables with pasta: a delight that even an Argentine meat eater like Luis Soto found good and tasty.
The dessert was some of the Chef’s own ice cream with walnut pieces and choc bits; she also used good powered chocolate for added death of flavour.
The Soto’s brought the wine one bottle of which was particularly good. It was a Spanish Monasterio de las Ninas 2008 Crianza from a region in the Ebro Valley near Zaragoza in north eastern Spain.