Or how to make the juiciest chicken breasts ever, all thanks to osmosis and gentle temperatures. Poaching is the art and science of cooking foods in a light liquid on low heat.Poached chicken breasts, often considered diet food takes on moistness and niceness untold from gentle cooking in a light broth, which itself becomes great...
Eat the rainbow, soft and sweet. And all it involves is a simple wash, cut, slice and dice. Sauteed peppers are amazing. Cooked low and slow, they transform into soft and juicy nuggets of flavour, simply cooked in olive oil and salt. After making this 3 times in one week, I know we’re hooked and it’ll become one...
mswanawana wrote on Instagram: ‘Its official. You are obsessed with limes. Get on with the lime and lemon grass cordial’ Limes. Zip. Zing. Zest. Great with sweet – mangoes, ripe plantains, pawpaw, perfect with spice, like cardamom; herbs like mint and tang, like yogurt. Pushed and prodded by Miss Wana Wana on Instagram, I decided to...
To juice a lime…with ease, you’ll need the greenest, smoothest-skinned, most fragrant limes. Ever. Well…..even yellowing, gnarled limes would work. Moving on. You’ll need a sharp knife and thus your wits about you. And a beautiful handheld citrus press, or you could be here all night. Don’t forget you’ll need a cup too, a receptacle to...
Salsa, of a rhythmic Latin American dance. And of a sauce. A condiment with names, types, characters varied. From Roja, of red to verde, of green. With sweetcorn, onions, carrots, pineapples and mangoes – each starring as the main ingredient. Even with citrus too. This salsa I present to you is of mangoes.
I didn’t grow up cutting up mangoes into pretty chunks for food. I didn’t worry about how to get my chunks all lined up in a row. I didn’t find my days and night taken with thoughts of salsas and salads Limed-fruit and whatnots. It wasn’t till adulthood beckoned… That I learnt how to cut...
I think of him every time I’m here. Every time. Every single time. There’s something about this place that brings back a flood of memories. That makes me want to cry into my soup.
Peppered. Freshly made. Leftovers. Freshly warmed. Who cares? On a toothpick. Or by hand. Standing up. Sitting down. By the dozen. Or half-dozen, belying your generosity. Not showing your greed. A half-dozen, at the very least. But one by one. One after the other. Hard flesh, rubbery flesh, crunch. Juicy tentacles. With rice. Delicious, freshly-boiled...
Are you like me? With a temperamental broiler in your kitchen/oven? The net effect of which is no broiling? Without a blow torch for reasons of border control and air travel rules & regulations? Yet with a deep desire to crack a sugar glass crust? Specifically creme brûlée, restaurant-style…….in your own kitchen. Never has burnt...