I’ve made my first ever pie - Steak & Ale Pie. It’s not the prettiest one you’ve ever seen, but I am rather proud of it. Basically I cooked beef, carrots and onions in red wine and ale (Newcastle Brown Ale), with addition of thyme and parsley, paprika and a little chilli flakes. Let it simmer for about 1 1/2 hrs, then put in a pie dish, cover with puff pastry, bake for 20 mins and viola!
Basically, me and beef understand each other.
So, we went to Reykjavik. Fantastic place, lovely people, and really really good food. From top to bottom:
Noodles from Noodle Station. For less than 1,200 ISK you get a bowl full of noodles, broth and meat/veg of your choice. Plus garnish and spices. Possibly the best noodles ever.
Icelandic Fish & Chips is a place that makes this British classic healthy. The fish (I had cod) was just out of the sea, soft, flaky, didn’t taste fishy (for some that is desirable, but not for me), amazing. With potatoes and homemade dips, this was absolutely fantastic, best fish & chips I’ve ever had.
The two photos bellow that are from Cafe Loki, an Icelandic cafe where we had meat soup and rye bread with lamb pate (left) and rye bread with mashed fish, rye bread with eggs and herring and, my favourite, rye bread ice cream. I could eat that thing all day long. Absolutely fantastic. The rest was good too, but I’m not huge on lamb and fish, so rye bread ice cream won by a mile.
Soup served in bread is the best soup, and this one was served in the crispiest bread I’ve ever seen. Soups were amazing, creamy, very tasty, and the bread was just a miracle. We also drank Iceland’s answer to root beer - Malt. Malty, sweet deep soft drink that I wish I could buy here. Nom.
The last rather non-descript picture is from our last lunch in Reykjavik, when we went for a soup and salad buffet. The soups we had were chicken curry (above) and chicken salsa, both amazing! Salad buffet was a heaven-sent after all those rather heavy meals before. Nonetheless, I was so full afterwards it was painful walking to the meeting point of Reagan and Gorbachev.
I miss Reykjavik, the architecture, the views, the cats and the food. Will have to go back soon and so should you. Visit these places. Get stuffed with awesomeness. Trust me on this.
Alright, I think it’s time I said something about making cakes. I do that a lot, mostly at work, and I usually end up loving them (and feeling very sorry for myself that other people, not me, get to eat them!). Photos are not the best, but hey ho. From top to bottom, left to right:
Peanut Butter Cup Cheesecake With Brownie Base - made with my friend Grace for our friend Andy’s St Patrick’s dinner. It was very sweet, but pretty fabulous, I must say.
Banana & Cinnamon Loaf - now, you wouldn’t be able to tell (thanks to the heavy dusting of cinnamon sugar, too), but that thing is very banana-y. I like cakes moist, dry sponges and not for me at all, and this thing is actually pretty fabulous.
Upside Down Apple Cake - actually the same recipe as the apple cake below, but I had to improvise due to having only 2 apples to work with. Quite proud.
Apple & Nutmeg Cake - in a bundt shape! Feels like home.
Strawberry Quark Tart - I’ve not actually tried this yet, made it yesterday at the cafe and it was pure improvised. Turned out looking quite good, hopefully there’ll be some left tomorrow for me to try. It’s basically strawberry and cream tart.
Chocolate & Summer Fruit Cake - chocolate sponge (still dense and moist, though) with summer fruit compote and cream in the middle. I loved this SO MUCH.
If anyone out there has an idea for cake, or would like a recipe (given I actually remember how I made the cakes), give us a shout! And I promise you better pictures. I feel ashamed, but at the same time really wanted to share these here. Because I love them.
Pudding for lazy people: Rich tea biscuits + creme fraiche (between, around) + a bit of quark cause I can’t live without it + fruit of choice (my choice was raspberries cause they were on sale). Then a couple of hours in the fridge et voila, everything is moist and moreish and going to make you fat.
(jo, je to bebe rolada)