Food posts coming soon.
I used a meringue recipe from here and added a few drops of pink food colouring after whisking in the caster sugar. I then piped the meringue on baking trays lined with parchment paper using a large star nozzle.
These would be especially gorgeous as favours or on a dessert table. I wish I had an excuse to put a dessert table together…
Note. The recipe made a zillion of these, so I would recommend you halve the recipe because if like me, you don’t have the oven space to bake them all at the same time, you’ll find that the time it took to bake one batch of meringue, the unbaked mixture will start to liquify and separate in the bowl.
159 Brick Lane
Having had lived in London for X amount of years, I had yet to try a bagel (I say bagel, they say, beigel) from the infamous Brick Lane establishment. More known for their salt beef, bagels and being open for 24 hours, this bakery also sell other items such as bread, croissants and cakes. People who had reviewed this joint had remarked on their ‘rudeness’ when being served. But to be honest I like that. I’m not encouraging bad service, but in a place where you can get lunch for well under a fiver, seriously, I would be disappointed if I wasn’t given the cut eye. Anyway, I didn’t get a death stare or spat at, what I got was an extremely efficient woman who added up my order without the need of a calculator. Every time I added an extra item she tallied it up like Rain Man.
I ordered the hot salt beef in a roll (£3.70) and a bagel with just cream cheese (£1) and a can of coke (60p). I ended up carefully removing the beef on to my cream cheese bagel. It tasted a lot better after I did that. Probably because the roll wasn’t doing it for me. It was dry and tasted depressed. The bagel was much chirpier. Nice and chewy and smothered with cream cheese. Did I mention it cost a POUND? The generous serving of salt beef wasn’t bad. Wasn’t great. Def wasn’t Katz. I miss Katz.
Because of the distance between us, I don’t see myself purposely coming back here. Unless I find myself in the area… drunk… at 4am in the morning.
The Breakfast Club
33 D’Arblay Street
Can I just say? I can’t get enough of this bloody place. The Soho branch… I don’t care too much for the one in Angel. Whenever I’ve been there, the girls seem to be too cool to break a smile. Here at the Soho branch, it couldn’t be any different. I dunno about you, but even if the food is fantastic, if I so much as get a whiff of attitude or poor service. I’ll bloody boycott that place faster than the Road Runner dodging an anvil. But I’m happy to report that all 40598576 times I’ve been there, I’ve managed to exhale a sigh of relief that they are as lovely as I left them last.
OK. The food. My ALL time favourite brekkie is the Haevos Rancheros. Omg. It’s just done so well. Every component is delicious and like my observant friend once said to me, “Thats like an unwrapped breakfast burritto”. Well. Yes. Yes it is. Thats not to say though, that the Eggs Benedict isn’t another one of my favourites too. Sometimes I switch between the two to keep things fresh in my life.
Alas the pancakes is my only gripe. Still not as fluffy as I would like. Bit stodgy. But the generous about of v. crispy bacon does, somewhat makes up for it.
(Hey if you do pay a visit, prepare to queue and if you’re lucky to have the first table on the left, at the end of the shop, open the drawer and stick a message inside. Good feelings all around)
For the apple pie filling, I used one apple- doesn’t matter what type you have. Peel and core it then chop it in small pieces and place in a saucepan. Add a sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon. Cook till soften and liquid is syrupy.
Was so good and incredibly quick and easy. My favourite had to be the Nutella ones but to be honest I’ll probably eat cardboard if it was smeared with Nutella.
After making what could possibly be the best lemon cheesecake evvvvver (more on that in a separate entry), I had half a tub of double cream left over and with the Girl shunning any fruit as a form of dessert, I looked in the pantry and decided to make profiteroles.
60g Plain Flour
1 Tsp Caster Sugar
50g Unsalted Butter, cut into small pieces
2 Large Eggs, beaten
I had about 200ml of double cream left to which I added a tsp of vanilla paste and 2 tbsp of icing sugar. I whisked the cream with a hand held mixer until stiff. Then I transferred the mixture into a disposable piping bag without a nozzle. Place in the refrigerator until use.
100g Plain Chocolate Chips
Preheat the oven to 200c
Fold a piece of parchment paper in half and unfold.
Sift the flour on to the crease and add the sugar (this allows you to pour the flour and sugar in to the water quickly and in one go)
Put the water in a saucepan with the butter.
Stir with a wooden spoon on a medium heat.
As soon as the butter has melted and the mixture comes to the boil, turn the heat off and tip in the flour and sugar while stirring with the other hand.
Beat until you have a smooth ball of paste that leaves the sides of the saucepan clean.
Beat in the eggs a little at a time until you have a smooth and glossy paste (don’t panic if it doesn’t seem like it will come together when you start to add the egg. Continue beating the mixture and it will turn into a smooth paste)
Hold a greased baking tray under cold running water and tap the excess off (this will create steam which will help make the profiteroles rise)
Place teaspoons of the choux paste on the baking tray, an inch apart.
Bake on a high shelf for 10 minutes. After, increase the heat to 220c and bake for another 15 minutes, until the profiteroles are crisp and a light golden colour.
Remove from oven and pierce the sides of each one with a cake tester (to release the steam) then transfer to a wire rack to cool. Make the vanilla cream while you wait.
Put some water in a small saucepan and place a bowl over it, making sure the water isn’t touching the bottom of the bowl. On medium heat, melt the chocolate chips in the bowl. Turn the heat off and leave on top of the saucepan.
Cut the end of the piping bag and poke a hole in a cooled profiterole and fill with the cream. Once finished filling all the profiteroles, dip them in the melted chocolate and return them on a wire rack to set. Or if you prefer, pile the profiteroles on top of each other and tip the chocolate over the top, coating them as it trickles down… Sounds a bit filthy doesn’t it? Haha.
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First stop had to be the Rib Man. He was the very reason why I came on a Thursday and made the journey from my non London postcode to somewhere on the northern line. 2 rib rolls, one with bbq sauce and none with the infamous Holy Fuck hot sauce. I was tempted, but because I am bloody wuss I declined. Anyway, if what is described on twitter is true, then I would’ve been coming up with all sorts of expletives that would make ‘Holy Fuck’ sound like ‘whoops a daisy’.
Gorgeous soft bun cased a huuuuuuuuuge amount of rib meat. The meat was so tender and tasted unmistakably like rib meat. I know that sounds odd, but meat from the ribs really does have a different taste. It tasted like how my pork ribs smell when I make my chinese soups.
Having devoured half in like 5 minutes we thought it was time for some tacos from Buen Provecho. With careful discussions we opted for the beef, chicken and pork (the whole menu). Only to find out that they only had chicken left because they underestimated how busy it was going to be. Ah never mind. It was delicious all the same. The salsa was refreshing, the guacamole was pleasant, chicken… gooood and the sneaky chilli got me. Got me good.
Lastly from the Well Kneaded Ltd, we shared a mozzarella, leek and ham flat bread which to be honest, even though it wasn’t inedible, I would rather buy another taco or rib roll next time.
Viet Bay (was known as Cafe Bay)
75 Denmark Hill
I was around the old area and thought it was the perfect time to try the cafe that I had so frequently passed on the 185 bus. I had remembered that the chalkboard in the window said they had banh mi sandwiches and of course, still on the hunt for a great banh mi sandwich in London I popped in on an unusually sunny February afternoon.
It was around lunchtime so it was pretty busy but I got served quickly and promptly and opted to sit in to eat. I chose the Viet Special (£3.20) which consisted of, spicy pork, pate, cha lua (Vietnamese sausage) and do chua (pickled daikon and carrots).
Firstly. The baguette was similar to the ones you buy half-baked then finish off in the oven. Soft and doughy. Then there was an insane amount of awful mayo- seriously. It DRIPPED out of my sandwich. The do chua was way too sweet and was void of the equal balance of sourness or ‘bite’. The slices of spicy pork had a nice kick but a strange gelatinous rind…
Needless to say. The quest continues.