Showing posts with label grandma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grandma. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Flippin' 'Eck!

Shrove Tuesday, Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras…  Whatever you want to call it, Pancake Day is upon us at last!  There are few foods in life better than a pancake.  Three simple ingredients, minimal effort but can lead to worlds of glorious flavour combinations – sweet or savoury!

I have already mentioned my wonderful grandmother in this blog, who taught me so much about life and love.  I wish I could say my love of cooking came from her.  Sadly she was no great shakes in the kitchen.  In fact, her cooking was atrocious with one exception – pancakes!  Not the delicate crepes or indulgent American varieties that dominate our mardi gras nowadays but podgy little scotch pancakes, cooked on a massive girdle over the hob.  Yes, for the non-Scots out there, I do mean girdle.  A girdle is a Scottish griddle man or bakestone – like this one and Grandma didn’t need a particular day of the year or religious belief to bring it from the bottom shelf in the larder.  I can still remember the mouthwatering anticipation when the girdle was produced.  I used to love helping make the pancakes, dropping perfect rounds of batter onto the greased pan and watching them colour.  We would eat them hot, straight from the girdle, slathered in butter or cold with a good dollop of homemade raspberry jam. 

These days, I tend to favour the French style crepes – at least for Shrove Tuesday.  My recipe comes from my mother’s old Good Housekeeping book – a true kitchen antique if ever there was one.  I remember how amazed she was when I insisted on keeping it when she was going to toss it.  It’s old, worn, stained with over a century’s worth of spills and splashes – but it is my go to guide for all the old fashioned puddings and traditional British dishes.  It was, as I said, my mum’s but I think even she picked it up at a fair age in a charity shop – the publication date is before she was born! 




My cookery bible gives the following recipe for pancake batter:

4oz flour
½ pint milk
1 egg
¼ tsp salt (I don’t tend to add this).

Mix in a food processor (ok, the recipe says beat with a wooden spoon) and leave to rest for at least 30 mins before giving a final stir just before starting the cooking process.  Mum would always make the batter in the morning and leave to rest all day until teatime.  The recipe suggests heating lard until bubbling in a frying pan, I follow mum’s method of swirling a dab of butter in a non-stick pan before adding the batter one pancake’s worth at a time.  When it starts to show pits and bubbles, it is time to flip!  The above recipe yields around 10 pancakes depending on thickness.


I had, in anticipation, lined up the potential toppings, ready to do their duty.  In the end only the maple syrup lived to fight another day.  S, who has a seriously sweet tooth, slathered 3 pancakes in nutella and filled two with a banana/nutella combo.  I had 2 x classic sugar and lemon, 2 x nutella and 1 x nutella and banana.  Don’t judge me – it’s the one day of the year we can feast like pigs!

Pancakes are for life, not just for Shrove Tuesday and they do occasionally make an appearance as dessert or lunch at other times of the year.  I thought I would take the opportunity to share with you my top ten pancake dishes

1.                  Lemon and sugar.   There’s a reason classics are so called and this is seriously hard to beat. 
2.                  Nutella.  I was introduced to nutella late in life after having spent my childhood maintaining that it looked yuck.  Big mistake.  I became addicted quickly.  I am allowed to buy one small jar a year for the purposes of Shrove Tuesday only.  Without this routine I would happily sit in pyjamas all day everyday, eating nutella from the jar with my fingers.
3.                  Nutella and banana.  See above but with a healthy addition!
4.                  Banana flambé pancakes.  Wrap a banana in a warm crepe.  Pour over the liqueur of your choice – dark rum is good, kahlua is better!  Flambé and serve warm with a spoonful of Chantilly cream.  Heaven!
5.                  Banana pancakes.  Not to be confused with the above banana variations, this involves blitzing ripe bananas with the batter mix (3-4 bananas is perfect for the above batter quantity) and cooking small thick scotch pancake or drop-scone like rounds with a slightly squidgy banana flavoured centre.  Good hot or cold spread with butter.  Better warm and topped with toffee sauce. 
6.                  Maple Syrup and Ice Cream.   A la Pancake Place.  This was my favourite childhood indulgence but I am sorry to say, it’s too sickly sweet for me to contemplate these days. 
7.                  Maple Syrup and Bacon.  When I first went to the USA as an 11 year old, I was both shocked and intrigued by the breakfast options but they have it so very right.  The bacon has to be perfectly crisp and salty to be complemented by the sweet syrup, all presented on a fluffy pancake base.  Clogged arteries have never tasted so good!
8.                  Cheese and mushroom.  Classic savoury version and a quick and tasty lunch.
9.                  Cheese, mushroom, egg and tomato.  More indulgent version of the above.  Bacon is also an optional extra. 
10.              Jam and cream.  Who says it’s just for scones!


Saturday, 5 March 2011

Lavender Blue (dilly dilly)

Today, I had planned a luxurious girlie day all to myself, which is being topped off with dinner at my sister’s house so no need to cook, clean or anything else boring.  To get myself in the mood, I had a steamy shower and slathered myself in lavender products.

I adore lavender.  It looks so pretty and smells incredible – fresh, feminine, floral and clean.  Most of all it reminds me of my grandmother, who was one of my closest friends and strongest inspirations in life.  A truly remarkable woman, I treasured every moment with her and although this month will mark four years since she passed, I still have to stop myself from instinctively calling her up from time to time, forgetting she is no longer around.  The scent of lavender evokes strong and happy memories of grandma – she was never without a bottle of lavender “toilet water” and used to dab lavender oil onto cotton handkerchiefs which she would inhale or let flutter around to let the scent permeate the air.  I was intoxicated and addicted to the scent even before grandma dies and my usage became a way of keeping her memory close to me.   Funnily enough, she once told me that the reason she herself was such a lavender-addict (lavendict?) was due to the influence of her own step-mother.  Grandma’s birth mother had died whilst she was still very young and her father remarried after a time, shortly producing a younger sister.  Grandma was unsure of how to take to the new mother (and she was “mother” – it was forbidden to refer to her as step-mother or allude to the fact that there had been a previous wife) and family arrangement until one day her mother took her shopping – just the two of them as a kind of bonding experience.  Grandma had not been around many women up until then, and those she did now were calloused old fishwives) so she was amazed be her new mother’s clothes, jewellery and beauty regime.  Particularly her habit of sprinkling lavender oil onto a clean white handkerchief.  During the shopping trip, she asked why she did this and her mother replied that no matter what troubles surround you, a breath of lavender would always reassure her of the beauty in the world.  She then purchased for grandma as a gift, her own bottle of lavender oil and new handkerchiefs and impressed on her that she was not a child but a young woman.  From then on, not only were they firm friends with a good mother/daughter relationship but grandma kept the lavender tradition ongoing every day of her life. 

Now I have inherited this family trait.  Well, not quite – I don’t do the hanky thing (not yet anyway) but I use a lavender perfume as my everyday perfume (evenings and occasions are scented with Marc Jacob’s Daisy) and have dried sprigs of the flower perfuming my drawers and wardrobe.  S understand the emotional ties but can’t quite get his head around the fact that it is a scent from grannies and keeps telling me how I am too young to wear it just yet.  He draws the line at my plan to hang sprigs from doorknobs but has conceded that when we eventually move and have a garden, I can have a lavender bed – which I look forward to being populated by busy bees and butterflies!  I also plan to try cooking with the flower this summer - inspired mainly by Mat Follas' Masterchef winning white chocolate and lavender mousse.

Luckily, such is the current trend for pretty china teacups, floral dresses and chintz, lavender toiletries are becoming more and more common on the high street so I was surprised and delighted to receive from S this past Christmas a gorgeous package of Arran Aromatics lavender products.  I have been keeping them for a day like today and since the sun is shining and it truly feels like spring is underway, I have enjoyed pampering my body and mind with these wonderful products.