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¡MEAT FEAST!

The other day I was invited to the celebration, a great party, a party with a Michelin starred chef and a glorious amount of food and bubbly drinks. There was a lot of laughter and kissing of cheeks and smiles. It was they type of party you would take someone special, someone you really wanted to impress and enjoy their company. Only one thing, that someone could not be vegetarian!

Unfortunately/fortunately my someone special is. He is the best type of herbivore, quietly spoken, non-judgemental and completely incapable of sermonising on the benefits a meat-free diet. But for me this event proved one thing:

I could NEVER EVER be a vegetarian.

The event, organised by the Istiuto Valorizzazione Salumi Italiani IVSI, was a celebration of all things cured and carne in Italy. And my, what a celebration it was.

For meat lovers out there, there is no need to explain the smooth unctuous (apologies in advance for adjective usage) salty taste that slides round your mouth when eating good meat products. I hate to be coarse about it but it’s the combination of fat and muscle flesh that combines in a beautiful marriage of flavours. For this reason it is the salame that is top of my favourites list. It was the most prized inhabitant of my school sandwiches along with some cool lettuce and puffy white bread when I was a child and it is the mainstay of any antipasti platter as an adult now. It is also partly why I have no image of the delicious salame on tasting at this event. There wasn’t nearly long enough between the plate to my bocca to photograph its deliciousness.

I did however manage to capture some other tasty meaty morsels and the spectacular carving implement used to shave them from their bulk.

Item 1: Prosciotto di Parma PDO (yes that is Francesco Mazzei of L’anima)

Item 2: Miniature speck and pomadoro pizza  bites.

Item 3: Fried polenta w/ prosciutto di Parma

Item 4: Mortodella (My Mother’s favourite)

Item 5: prosciutto di Parma w/shaved black truffle drizzled oil, honey and vinegar.

2010 …

snow

First of all HAPPY 2010! I have to say I’m not exactly sad to see the back of 2009, a relatively disappointing year all round in many respects. And now it’s gone.

Now 2010 on the other hand – I don’t want to jinx things but I think it’s going to be a goodun’. The year has already got off on the right foot for me in the snow-bound south although I hazard a guess that many in the north of the UK (minus the school age children) won’t agree with me. We have SNOW!

Down in the land of Kew, Surrey everything is nicely dusted with fine icing sugar. It has a satisfying, not fatal, crunch underfoot like a good crisp sandwich (I prefer salt and vinegar) and makes everything on my midday run look quite picturesque. Each gasp of air feels like a gulp of cold water and you can feel it flooding your throat and inflating your lungs.

The twelfth night of Christmas has been and gone and the days are finally inching their daylight hours longer. The last of our lovely shipment of Nussecken (nut corner biscuits from Germany) are running out and the clove-oranges are banished to the storage cupboard along with the decorations and cards. We are ready for the New Year!

A whole lotta coffee

Perfect macchiato cup from Andon Ryokan, Tokyo

Honestly, is there any hot beverage that is better than a well brewed cup of coffee? It’s a rhetorical question.

I know there are people out there that claim ‘they don’t like coffee’ or ‘they can’t drink coffee’ but really do believe that they just haven’t found the right one for them. And like love there is the right one for everyone. For me it’s the rich, dark and incredibly viscous stuff the, as if by magic, erupts out of my percolator each morning. With just a little hot milk. I of course do not discount the little latte or the foamy cappuccino or the lightly frothy flat white – but macchiato is where my heart lies. By Strange coincidence this article popped up in yesterday’s Times. In amongst the fascinating facts and trends there was this sentence:

“flat white — the trendy, short drink developed in Australia and New Zealand that everyone seems to be ordering.”

I was ever so amused. Hailing from the Land of Oz myself, trendy is not the word I would use to describe the now ubiquitous flat white. My mother drinks flat whites, always has.  Some of my earliest memories are of her ordering one at the counter of a ghastly shopping centre coffee shop while I stuck with a chocolate milkshake. Well I was 7.

Another interesting tit-bit I found in some rather advertising-like videos I saw recently is that coffee beans before they are dried and roasted are called cherries. What a perfect name.

Oh well – back to my coffee.

*Image: Perfect macchiato cup from Andon Ryokan, Tokyo