Entries by Kitchen Butterfly

Reasons to Believe: All things Creme Fraiche, Mascarpone and Ricotta

Domestic goddess that I am. I’m in red raffia heels. OK….wedges. I feel like Nigella. Creme Fraiche on the go, 2 fruit cakes in the making (last Christmas’s success), this time the recipe is adjusted to include some Maltina and pureed lemon sugar. Its the creme fraiche that I’d like to start off with. Thankfully, my feet are not hurting…..and I admit, it is time to drop the charade and take off the shoes.

I am confused as to exactly what chemical reaction has gone on with my ultra-pasteurised whipped cream and reconstituted buttermilk.

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Something has definitely happened. The mixture is thick, thicker than the double cream consistency yesterday. It looks dollopable…… and at the bottom of  my glass some liquid has collected – whey to the initiated.

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Chocolate Dump-it All Cake a la Hesser

Normal.

Is not a word I’d use to describe me. Myself. Is that bad English?

I am intrigued by butter. Sticks of butter. The allure of reading American recipes that call for a ‘stick of butter’ hasn’t worn off……and I can count January the 8th as one of my best days in the history of food! Because in a shop round the corner from me, a shop that has given me graham crackers and cheese, gianduja chocolate and Marrons de glace….I found sticks of butter.

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Do you hear me? Sticks of butter.

Now if you had sticks of butter on your wish list…just seeing them, hugging and holding them close was a dream come true for me. Do you understand my desire, lust, infatuation? Infatuation….that has seen me buy 10 boxes of 4 quarters. Or 40 sticks.

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Happy Valentine’s Day: (Celebrating) Love In The Time of Fat

 Saint Francis And The Sow 

The bud 
stands for all things, 
even for those things that don’t flower, 
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; 
 
though sometimes it is necessary 
to reteach a thing its loveliness, 
 
to put a hand on its brow 
of the flower 
and retell it in words and in touch 
it is lovely 
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing; 
 
as Saint Francis 
put his hand on the creased forehead of the sow,
and told her in words and in touch 
blessings of earth on the sow,
and the sow began remembering all down her thick length, 
from the earthen snout all the way 
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail, 
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine 
down through the great broken heart 
 
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering 
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath 
them: 
the long, perfect loveliness of sow. 
 
© 1980 by Galway Kinnell 

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Yes, sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness.

This Valentine’s day, I’m celebrating myself.

This year, I am re-teaching myself my loveliness.

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One of my fave ever compositions

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Cook Naija: Plantain Salad Imoyo

National  pride. Patriotism. What you might call it. There was a certain feeling of absolute ownership and total knowledge I had about my country, Nigeria – its people, its culture, its habitat…and especially its food.

Surprise, surprise..for it turns out ladies and gentlemen, that my knowledge of Naija, while authentic is not as all-encompassing as I thought.

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Spiced Apple Sauce

Out with the old, in with the new.

Ditch the cinnamon sticks and sweet fragrance of warm spice. Replace it with heat and heart. Crisscross apple sauce….you’ll have no regrets.

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The Anatomy of an Artichoke

Note: The exploration for this post was done in 2011 while I lived  in The Netherlands. Artichokes haven’t appeared in any store aisles in Nigeria (that I’ve come across anyway….). I am sharing it because I unearthed some ‘gems’  in the process. I hope you enjoy reading it.

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None of my memories, sleeping or waking…have been consumed with artichokes of any sort. Globe or Jerusalem, pickled, boiled, fried or grilled. Australia’s cooking doyenne, Stephanie Alexander says in her book, ‘The Cook’s Companion’, a compendium of ingredients and recipes for the Australian kitchen ‘Artichokes have a reputation of being tricky to prepare and fiddly to eat. As a result, many food lovers have yet to tackle their first boiled artichoke’.

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Carciofi alla Giudia with Fried Lemon

She spoke of me. A food lover terrified by thistles and thorns….of the artichokes.

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Reasons To Believe – Locally Grown Strawberries in Nigeria

When we returned home last August, my older sister told me about strawberry season in Nigeria – January/winter to you in some parts of the world. I was convinced it was a joke. Till last Friday when I held a pack in hand.

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Pumpkin Maple Oat Rolls

Healthy 6am weekday conversations in our home are rare. As I guess they are in most households with children of any sort: pre-teen and post teens! Usually, moaning and grumbling tend to dampen the chit-chat of the blue tits and red robins; and even the cocks crowing-a dawn. The kids channel crackles with dragging feet and sniffling that has tears lurking close by.

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A Short History of Ghanaian Food

As told by me. And in alphabetical order.

And yes, 11 days in a country makes me an expert. Of sorts.

Local names are written in italics and I’ve done my best to share the correct pronunciations.

Where available, I’ve included photographs – enjoy!

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Twelve (12) Resolutions for 2012

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Drawing on the sand

Updated 12th Februrary, 2012

Thanks for your suggestions, I’ve finally updated #12. X X X

  1. Treat myself with true & honest kindness – including the occasional manicure and pedicure. And also continue to swim, run, sleep and most of all eat right. Women, Food and God by Geneen Roth has shown me why this is important. Read more…