Well blogettes, I sit here on a Sunday evening with no desire whatsoever to cook myself any dinner, for the very good reason that this weekend has seen a shockingly wonderful amount of food consumed. Is there anything in the world quite so pleasurable as good food, good wine and good company? Not in my mind, and this weekend offered up a glutton’s feast of all three.
Lola and I hopped in the car after work on Friday and headed down to the picturesque Sussex village of Linfield where the lovely Adele and her husband Michael spent a large portion of last year completely redecorating their first house – which is now looking absolutely fabulous with very swish stone floors, hazy green colour combos – and of course their signature purple lounge. Purple is a bit of a theme for these two, from being the colour of their sofa, which consequently everything else in the room had to be bought to match, to being the colour of our bridesmaid dresses when they got married. The journey was somewhat arduous, mainly thanks to the utterly crappy Sadlers Farm roadworks which mean the A127 is currently an absolute state. It has nothing to do with food at all, but the expression of complete boredom on Lola’s face pretty sums up the Essex leg of our journey…and amuses me.
“Are we nearly there yet?”
But of course, like any wonderful weekend, it was well worth the journey, and it was beautiful indeed to be back with Adele and our other friend, my old Brighton flatmate the talented and generally exceptional in every way Andrea Fox, who is not just a fabulous breakfast show radio DJ but a stand up comic, writer and marathon runner (fingers crossed on the last one…) Michael of course was sensible enough to keep a low profile for the weekend, gracing us with his presence enough for it to be lovely to see him, but allowing for plenty of girlsome times to take place too. What a well-trained husband he is!
When I arrived, Adele was cooking up a risotto – now there’s a bit of a history to our obsession with risottos which comes from the fact that it was a bit of a go to meal for me when we all lived in Brighton and I seemed to cook it on a regular basis. In my mind, a good risotto is the one dish that will never, ever be better in a restaurant, however swanky and accomplished that restaurant is, than it tastes at home. Firstly, it’s such a comforting, homey dish that the very surroundings of a friendly kitchen or dining room add to it’s flavour and secondly the key to a truly scrumptious risotto of course is serving it up at the very moment it’s perfectly cooked – which just can’t ever quite be replicated by a part-cooked and quickly finished off one you’d get in a resto. There is one particularly famous mushroom risotto that Adele is partial to, mainly because Michael has a deeply ingrained and verging on the pathological hatred of the humble mushroom, so she rarely gets to eat them. So whenever she came round to our flat for dinner, she’d demand, or at least politely request or even plead for mushroom risotto. The combination of mushrooms, thyme, lemon, parmesan and of course a large amount of butter, all oozing onto crusty bread and into vinaigrette-y salad was a bit of a regular feast for us. We also have fond memories of a lazy, hazy summer day in Brighton which involved some rather sozzled croquet on Hove lawns, silly boy wrestling on the grassy stretch, general antics and possibly a trip to a champagne festival…Brighton’s a place, like many seaside towns, that really surpasses itself and sparkles in the summer…and such was our regular enjoyment of balmy summer weekends that lots of the days sort of merge into one long, sunny blur in my mind.
Anyway, I digress. Andrea and I had planned to cook ourselves up a butternut squash, leek and feta risotto – my attempt to recreate a magical dish cooked up in a caravan by my cousin Eleanor and her husband Tim. It was one of those occasions where we seemed to invite more and more people as we encountered them until we had a veritable hoard of hungry mouths to feed. I ended up cooking up a vat – with Adele bringing round the biggest pot she had, and I hadn’t quite countered for how much longer a seven tonne vat of risotto would take to cook than my regular pot. Needless to say more wine was consumed, Adele probably tried to instigate a game of charades, and eventually the risotto was ready, complete with a small version for one guest who had an allergy to all things onion related. It was a bit of a triumph and one of those happy, golden times that sticks in your mind.
So with as our risotto-loving background, Adele was cooking up one of her own invention – due to her lack of impressedness in the recipe she’d started with. It was a leek and salmon creation and what a creation it was. Perfectly cooked, glutinously and outrageously oozing across our plates, the translucent green of the leeks a visual delight next to the pale pink of the salmon. We scooped it up with fresh, crusty olive bread and didn’t waste much time bolting it down. Unfortunately, I was too concerned about scoffing it to even think about taking a photo.
Andrea had been busy whipping up a tasty batch up cupcakes that were topped with the most decadent of white and dark chocolate fudge icing, and I’d not been idle myself, bringing along another particular favourite of ours, what I like to rather laboriously call Raspberry-Vanilla-Cheesecake-Chocolate-Brownies. Again they’re something I used to make a lot of in Brighton, I’ve been making them for so long I have no idea where the original recipe came from, needless to say it’s been slightly tweaked and changed over the years and although there are a million versions around – including a just too sickly looking one in the otherwise wonderful Hummingbird Bakery cookbook, which I can’t quite bring myself to try as they’re additionally topped with mountains of whipped cream, I’d be impressed if I found a formula tastier than this one. Which makes me sound quite big headed. But honestly, they’re pretty fab.
Here’s what they looked like before they were sliced up and packed up. They’re the most melting combination of rich, fudgy, wonderfully squidgy brownie, silky smooth vanilla cheescake and tart raspberries. Mouthwatering indeed!
Mmmmmmm....
I’ll post the recipe in a separate blog once I’ve finished this one, so as not to clutter this one anymore than I already am by practically writing a novel…
Now, some food is worth a bit of a journey. And that was certainly the case when it came to a visit to the Sloop Inn the next day. Our plan was to go on a hearty country walk, enjoy the amble and arrive having worked up an appetite and appreciated the lovely Sussex countryside. Of course it was bucketing down with rain when we awoke, which resulted in the formation of about a million alternative plans. But we couldn’t quite shake the desire to earn our lunch, and non of us particularly wanted the responsibility of a car to spoil our enjoyment of the inevitably accompanying wine, so in the end, after consulting numerous forecasts and eventually finding one that more of less suited our requirements – much more encouraging than going by the ones that told us the rain was unlikely to stop anytime soon – we wrapped up, wellied up and strode out.
There had been some debate over how long the walk would be with Michael assuring us it would be a good two hour hike and Adele ambitiously pitching for an hour. Adele’s estimations tend to be a combination of wild optimism combined with steely ambition and a good dose of sheer willpower, and so it was after a gasping stride, with Adele pushing the dawdling Andrea along for some of it, we arrived in exactly an hour, a little damp, but rosy cheeked and hungry.
The lovely bar staff let us take a very muddy and delighted Lola into the restaurant, even though really she should have stayed in the bar, as the rugby was about to start and the bar was about to become a little busy – so they wanted us out of the way and indeed that suited us perfectly too. Lola comfortably curled up on my jacket we turned our attentions to the menu, which was pleasantly concise – I do loathe a lengthy menu – and generally consisting of deliciously tempting English dishes with a heavy emphasis on local, seasonal produce. I couldn’t resist the appearance of new season asparagus and went for what turned out to be a very pleasing choice of a creation that involved light, golden puff pasty, tender baby asparagus, hollandaise sauce and a soft poached egg. There’s something about in season asparagus that just heralds the start of warm weather and the joys of spring, and that brought us an extra little level of food-happiness
Food heaven...
Adele was similarly lured and we also shared a plate of what I can categorically say were the best pub chips I’ve ever had. Crunchy, salty, soft in the middle, they were gosh darned tasty and we wished we hadn’t shared – although in light of our dessert choices, I think we made the sensible choice…Andrea tucked into a chicken and bacon pie and raved about the combination of the salty bacon and creamy sauce. It came with more of the heavenly chips and a load of yummy, perfectly cooked veggies – hearty fare indeed.
Adele about to attack!
Food is so affected by surroundings, and the Sloop is a gentle, comforting pub, sludgy Farrow and Ball shades are daubed on the walls and the staff were all absolutely delightful, friendly and welcoming – they didn’t even mind when Lola decided to have an explore around the serving side of the bar once she’d woken from her nap.
Obviously we were having dessert, and egged on by the two bottles of wine we’d put away, a nice dry house Sauvignon, what started out as an intention to share went awry and we all ordered slabs of the white chocolate honeycomb cheesecake. Bravely we attacked the creamy, solid slices, topped with chewy, sweet, cindery honeycomb, and after a very prolonged session, we did all manage our last bites. Merry and full – rather too full – we rolled out of the pub and after two bottles of vino, the walk home seemed ever shorter than an hour, despite our laden bellies meaning it was more of a pained meander than the march we’d employed to reach our culinary destination. One of the most exceptional things about our visit to the Sloop was that our two bottles of wine, three mains and three desserts came to only £26 each. Not exactly a heavy hit. Which was pretty amazing really, considering what a gorgeous little pub it is, not to mention the quality of the food. If anyone is ever in Sussex, I can’t recommend it more, here’s a link to their website:
http://www.thesloopinn.com
I didn’t think there was any way we’d possibly ever be hungry again. But on our return and following deliciously hot showers – with a special one for mudface Lola who enjoyed the benefits of Adele’s Tresemme shampoo – we decided it was only reasonable to crack open a bottle of Laurent-Perrier that Adele had been given at work for being so amazing at her job. In fact she’s so amazing at her job that there’s an entire collection of rather yummy champagne on top of her fridge – cheers! And obviously once we’d got stuck into that we thought it only acceptable to line our stomachs to prevent any unwanted side effects from the booze – excepting drunkenness of course. So we enjoyed a sort of platter of mushroom crisp bakes – Adele indulging while she could – leftover risotto and a fine selection of cheese including a gooey camembert, a scrummy cheddar and a lovely nutty Jarlsberg…oh cheese heaven!
Andrea and I have a particular cheese fetish, when we lived together it was standard procedure for our fridge to contain at least seven different types of cheese at any one time. If you’ve ever seen the Chin Review, an evening round ours was not unlike Julian and Tarquin’s regular sejourns into cheese and wine. If you haven’t seen the Chin Review, you should. Here’s a link. Do it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rJ206ApObI
Stomachs enthusiastically lined and champagne swigged, we toddled off to the sweetly named Stand Up Inn, where we polished off some warming Shiraz – although Andrea paid tribute to her Irish roots with a traditional starter of Guinness first – and generally indulged in one of those hysterical, hilarious, affectionate, wonderful evenings that you only have with your very best of girl friends.
All in all, a supremely indulgent, decadent and divine weekend.
Cheers ladies!
Han xx