Lockdown Edition Week 12: Tomato & Okra Curry and Rice Pilaf with Almonds & Sultanas

The books: My red recipe folder; Curry Easy (Madhur Jaffrey)

The recipes: no. 12, "Tomato & Okra Curry"; p203, "Rice Pilaf with Almonds & Sultanas"

Typing the words "Lockdown Edition" for the twelfth time got me to thinking. A friend recently said he felt lockdown was essentially over now that he'd booked a hair appointment for a few weeks' time. And I totally get that sentiment. With the beaches overcrowded and people being encouraged to visit everywhere from the pub to Primark, it's hard to act like we're in full-on crisis mode even as the virus persists. But for me, as long as there's still no parkrun, no organised running generally, no theatre, no concerts, no stress-free foreign travel - all the things that make life more than just a slog in service of capitalism, in other words - as long as that's the case, "lockdown" as I choose to define it continues, and so does this silly little blog.

And it continues with a double feature, no less. Because the random wheel of fortune landed on a curry recipe from one of the folders of "stuff I've downloaded from the internet/been recommended by friends", I spontaneously decided to also randomise the side dish by picking a page from within the "Rice & Other Grains" section of Madhur Jaffrey's Curry Easy. That could have seen me making my own chapatis or parathas from scratch - fun! - but instead it's a fairly straightforward rice side to accompany a tomato and okra curry that was originally sent my way by a friend from a football forum, of all things.

What this means is Week 12 is not just vegetarian-friendly but, if you remove the little bit of butter the recipe calls for (and I tend to prefer to do that anyway), vegan-friendly too. Makes a nice change after all that duck, chicken and fish. And while the rice recipe remains under Madhur-shaped copyright, the curry comes from off of the internet so you can even read along at home if you want to - though I did have to use archive.org to retrieve the original page. It was actually quite nice to read it again after so long, since I only printed out the recipe part at the time, and not the accompanying blog post (so much for blogger solidarity). Although I note the latter section does contain the line "I think rice tends to make vegetable curries boring". Oh. Well, moving on...

The prep: The recipe calls for six tomatoes, and this week's Riverford veg box has kindly given me exactly that to work with.

The almonds and sultanas I need for Madhur's rice pilaf are still in plentiful supply following my adventures in aubergine a few weeks ago, and while the okra for the curry does require a trip to one of the Sri Lankan shops on Loampit Hill whose two-metre distancing policy is basically the owner shouting at you if you come in when you shouldn't, that's a good excuse to stock up on gloriously unhealthy snacks while I'm there.

With most of the other ingredients being store cupboard staples for any curry-friendly household, all that remains is for me to judge exactly what constitutes a "good handful" of coriander. People have different-sized hands, after all.

Ah sod it, let's just use it all

The making: Being from a blog rather than a recipe book, the somewhat casual nature of the ingredients list for the curry is also reflected in the method. It's almost like having to recreate a dish based on a Random Kitchen post. Which could be a blog in itself, if anyone else is bored on lockdown...

I start by halving a large onion and chopping one half into crescents and the other into "rough chunks".

The crescents of onion go into a big saucepan and are softened in a little oil. While that happens, it's time to make a curry paste (of sorts). This I do by putting the chunks of onion in a blender along with some garlic, bird's eye chillies, ginger, and the stalks from my "handful" of coriander. This all gets whizzed up before a glug of olive oil is added along with some ground coriander, cumin and turmeric. While it's hardly a classy method, it can't be faulted for speed and very soon I have a paste of sorts, albeit one that is looking rather coriander-heavy.

It's not easy being green

Maybe my hands are on the big side, I don't know. Anyway, coriander is awesome, so I see no real issue here.

This paste is added to the softened onions, as are some cardamom pods, and the spices are "cooked out". I sort of know what that means without actually knowing. Basically I'm looking for them to release their fragrance. Which they duly do over the next five minutes or so - though (as the recipe suggests) I add some extra oil, as otherwise the fragrance would be less "aromatic spice paste" and more "burnt stuff".

At this point, I add a tin of tomatoes - the recipe just says "plum tomatoes", but context suggests to me that they should be chopped - plus 400ml of water. This is brought to the boil, sea salt is added, then it's time for me to carefully add the fresh tomatoes. These go in whole, and that's how they'll stay. I find this a really interesting idea, even if it does look a bit... odd.

While that simmers away, I prepare the rice. This is beautifully straightforward. Having soaked some brown basmati rice, I briefly fry (in turn) a small cinnamon stick, some half-rings of onion, some finely sliced almonds and some sultanas. The drained rice is then added and stirred through, along with some water and ('twas ever thus) considerably less salt than Madhur wants me to use.

Once this mixture is brought to the boil, it's left to cook on a super low heat with the lid on - no need for crumpled greaseproof paper here, Novelli - and that is literally it. The water (and, subsequently, steam) does the rest, with the occasional stir just to make sure that nothing's sticking, and the result is some lovely plump grains of rice. Well, plump by basmati standards, anyway.

Back to the curry, then. With 20 minutes to go, it's time to add the okra, which I've chopped into inch-long pieces (or thereabouts). At this point, the recipe says: "Remove the lid if the sauce needs to thicken a little / add a touch more water if necessary."

Mm, incoherent floaty stuff

You can probably guess which of these instructions I follow; the lid duly comes off for the entire last 20 minutes. Even then, it still looks a bit liquid-heavy - it smells great, though, so if nothing else we're talking liquid with tons of flavour.

The final step improves matters, fortunately: a teaspoon of garam masala is stirred through, as are the coriander leaves whose stalks I used in the curry paste earlier. This has the effect of thickening and fleshing out the curry right at the very last minute - although I'm still glad to have made plenty of rice to mop it all up with.

Serving suggestion: Pair with some underwhelming supermarket "Indian" "starters" you found at the back of the freezer earlier today.

The eating: My main thought while making the curry was "crikey, that's a lot of coriander". The sheer herb overload of the paste, the big handful of leaves that got stirred through at the end - I thought it might end up overpowering the dish. Instead, the coriander and the spice combination works really well against the sharpness of the tomatoes, and the end result is a veggie curry with a really deep and punchy flavour. Although that punchiness could also be due to the bird's eye chillies. This is definitely a dish with a kick to it, albeit one that's controlled enough to be absorbed by the rice.

Speaking of which, the pilaf turns out to be a good addition, with the almond and sultana sweetness doing some useful work against the heat and tang of the curry.

And what of the whole tomatoes? They're supposed to be "softish, but still hold their shape". I wouldn't quite go that far - even with a careful stir, adding the coriander has also caused the tomatoes to start disintegrating a little - but there's still plenty of intact tomato flesh in there. I'd go so far as to say it gives the curry a certain "meatiness" that can be lacking in vegetable curries (ha ha, yes, I know - I mean texturally!). And I suppose that'd be even more the case if I'd gone with unchopped plum tomatoes too.

It's a curry, it was never going to look elegant

There's a little dissent within the household for once - Sam thinks this is a nice enough meal but not something he'd go out of his way to order in a restaurant, say, whereas I'd be quite happy if you served this up to me and charged decent money for it. Making it all the more satisfying that (being meat-free) this is a super cheap eat. A little oil aside, it's also reasonably healthy. Well, depending on what you serve it with, obviously.

All in all, then, it's a good week for my recipe folders and even reliable old Madhur. I'm getting better at not messing up rice, and the humble tomato gets to enjoy its moment in the limelight. Solid work, everybody.

Two-word verdict: Deceptively decent.

Lockdown Edition Week 11: Late Piquant 'Minute' Chicken

The book: Everyday Novelli (Jean-Christophe Novelli)

The recipe: p182, "Late Piquant 'Minute' Chicken"

It's Novelli time!

Jean-Christophe Novelli occupies a curious status within the Random Kitchen canon. The gods of randomness have only required me to make one of his recipes to date (a sloppy but broadly acceptable aubergine hummus). Despite this, my most-read posts by far are the original introductory piece on Everyday Novelli and - inevitably - the meringue swan saga to which I subjected myself as the swansong (ba-dum-tish) of the original run of this blog.

I can only conclude that either people are stumbling across my Novelli posts having googled this book because they find it every bit as ridiculous as I do, or my small but dedicated base of readers keep coming back to revisit my agony over and over again. Both seem perfectly plausible, making me glad that 2020 has given us a Novelli encounter fairly early in proceedings (well, I suppose Week 11 isn't that early, but we all know Lockdown Time doesn't follow normal rules).

Disappointingly, the recipe itself looks like it might be quite sensible. It's essentially a chicken and rice dish, with a (very!) long list of ingredients but nothing too outlandish. So I'm delighted to report that there's plenty of Novelli nonsense to unpack along the way.

It starts with the Ainsley-esque opaqueness of the title - at no point is the "late" explained, and it's a good thing there are sceptical quotation marks around the word "minute", because it turns out this is going to take 45 of them.

And then there's the introduction:

I realise I haven't explained anything about how this dish is made yet, but at the risk of spoilers, here are some initial observations:

• This recipe does not "create" stock which can be "served with" rice; it requires the reader to cook rice in stock. Which is a completely different thing.
  
• Sure, home cooking means not waiting for food delivery, but in this case you do have to spend the better part of an hour in the kitchen making the thing.
• This recipe is not "quicker to make than any takeaway recipe" for the simple reason that you do not MAKE a takeaway recipe, because THAT IS THE WHOLE POINT OF ORDERING A TAKEAWAY.
• "Make sure you use a jumbo cucumber."

Does Novelli actually read the recipes before writing the accompanying blurb? Does Novelli even write the accompanying blurb? Can anyone recommend a proofreader? Fuck's sake.

Anyway, onward, with a growing sense of dread...

The prep: As I said, the ingredient list is long and imposing (I count no fewer than 23 items), but not actually too problematic. With a few exceptions, everything is either already in my cupboards or readily available nearby. I decide to substitute freshly grated nutmeg for powdered, since a pinch is all that's required, and some well-chopped sundried tomatoes will have to do instead of sundried tomato purée. Meanwhile, fresh thyme is something that Lewisham Asda isn't prepared to provide on this occasion, but I'm not trekking to the shopping centre for the sake of a fragrant twig.

Elsewhere on the herb front, there's a request for "50g fresh mixed herbs (e.g. tarragon, parsley and coriander)". That non-committal "e.g." is marvellous, isn't it? I do like a chef who goes to the trouble to create a recipe but isn't especially bothered about what you chuck in there at the end. Oh well - I can rustle up some fresh parsley and coriander, and I'm even adding some dried tarragon for the heck of it.

There's also this:

Wait a minute. Four gherkins? What happened to "Make sure you use a jumbo cucumber"? Am I supposed to use... four jumbo cucumbers? Is the jumbo cucumber exhortation entirely unconnected to the recipe and merely meant for my entertainment? This is deeply confusing. But given we've established that the author of the introductory text shows no sign of having ever actually read or made the recipe, I opt for four regular-sized gherkins after all. (Sorry, jumbo cucumber fans.)

And with that, we're ready to roll!

Some of the stars of the show

The making: I start by preparing the rice. This involves sweating a chopped onion in olive oil for a few minutes then stirring in the rice along with a bay leaf, some thyme and the aforementioned nutmeg. Once stirred, stock is added - 450ml for 300g of rice, which feels a bit on the measly side, but we'll see - whereupon Novelli strikes again with the following instruction:

"Cover the pan with crumpled greaseproof paper, which acts as a lid but by allowing steam to escape it stops the rice from burning."

I mean, sure. You know what else acts as a lid but allows steam to escape?

That's right: A LID WITH A HOLE IN IT.

Sigh. Fine, okay, let's waste some perfectly good greaseproof paper by turning it into a makeshift pan lid, then. Why not. I'm not even sure I'm interpreting the phrasing correctly, but at least it looks quite interesting:

The rice is then left to cook over a very low heat "for 20-30 minutes or until the stock has been absorbed into the rice". The stock is absorbed into the rice pretty darned quickly (largely because there's not much stock there to begin with), but extensive use of the techniques for basmati contained in Curry Easy has taught me that Madhur Jaffrey likes a slow and steamy finish...

...and if it's good enough for Madhur, it's good enough for me. Indeed, the rice does steam itself to a very pleasant consistency in the end - though it still needs some stirring to avert the burning that I was assured the crumpled paper "lid" would prevent. Almost like it was a ridiculous idea in the first place.

In the meantime, I slice four chicken breasts "into 3cm pieces" (length? width? height? who knows), then sauté some garlic in a frying pan for a minute before throwing in a bay leaf and some more thyme.

"When the pan is hot" - it's hot already, J-C, you literally just told me to sauté some stuff in it - I add the chicken and cook it over a moderate heat "for 2 minutes to seal it". ("Minute" chicken indeed.)

The next step is to stir in all of the ingredients in the world. That means some tomato purée, chopped sundried tomatoes, 200g of mushrooms (halved), the juice of a lemon, some caster sugar, some English mustard, an entire teaspoon (!) of Tabasco (I suppose the titular "piquant" had to come from somewhere), and the sliced non-jumbo gherkins.

Oh, and this:

Reader, what's your first reaction on seeing the phrase "1 litre double cream" in a recipe for a chicken and rice dinner? It's probably quite similar to mine:

That cannot possibly be right, can it? Four chicken breasts, a handful of mushrooms and a litre of double cream? It must be a misprint, though I can't work out how. Even supposing it is meant to be that way (is the "flavoursome stock" of the blurb actually referring to a shit-ton of cream?), I apply an immediate veto if only for the sake of my arteries. A 250ml tub of double cream is my absolute maximum here, and even then, I cautiously start with half a tub before going any further.

In the end, I come to the conclusion that the dish can probably cope with the full 250ml - it'll be rich, but not ridiculously so - and end up with this:

See, that's a decent amount of liquid, isn't it? Looks about right for chicken and sauce, yeah? Now imagine it with another three tubs of double cream in there.

I can't even.

Disaster averted one way or another, all that remains is to stir in the vaguely defined herbs then serve up some spoonfuls of this creamy, chicken-y goodness on a bed of the rice.

The eating: Let's not beat around the bush. I've been quite mean to old Jean-Christophe in this post, and not without reason - but this is actually good.

I was a little sceptical when the recipe didn't ask me to do any more simmering after the stirring-in stage - surely the mushrooms would still be basically raw, never mind the inside of the chicken - but actually, there are so many things to stir in that it takes a few minutes to get it all mixed together, and that's enough to finish cooking what needs to be cooked.

And the end result is a seriously nice little dinner.

It's a bit simpler than the endless ingredient list suggests it's going to be, I have to say. The flavour combination of tomatoes, gherkins and tabasco almost gives it a hamburger relish vibe, which makes it feel a bit like student food (albeit seriously pimped-up student food). The tabasco kick is just about right, though - good thing it didn't get diluted through four times as much cream.

And speaking of the cream, I reckon you could happily use low-fat crème fraîche here without compromising on the decadence too much. That's exactly what I'll try when I make it again. (But still only 250ml of the stuff.)

Other than evoking the taste of chicken shop burger sauce, I'm not quite sure what "takeaway recipe" Novelli is trying to replicate here, nor am I any the wiser as to what makes this "late" - is it meant to be a late-night feast? Has anyone ever got a solid night's sleep with that much cream inside them?

But putting aside the usual bullshit that inevitably comes with a trip through the pages of Everyday Novelli, it's a fairly straightforward process that delivers a satisfying punch at the end of it. Hurrah!

In conclusion, then: This is a really tasty recipe provided you apply common sense, use a normal pan lid like a normal person, and - most crucially of all - IGNORE EVERYTHING JEAN-CHRISTOPHE NOVELLI EVER SAYS.

Two-word verdict: Stupid. Good.

Lockdown Edition Week 10: Streusel Cake

The book: Swedish Cakes and Cookies (Sju sorters kakor)

The recipe: p32, "Streusel Cake"

During the original Random Kitchen, I dedicated an entire post to this particular book only for it to stubbornly refuse to be chosen even once during the entire project. (How rude.) It's a pleasing bit of timing, then, that we're finally all set to visit the world of Swedish baking just as I'm busy working my way through a lockdown care package from the marvellous Scandinavian Kitchen.

Except we're not. Because, and there are no two ways around this: the randomly chosen recipe this week is German. That's not just food snobbery. Sometimes known as a crumb cake on account of its crumbly topping, Streuselkuchen is unquestionably and undeniably a German speciality. Now, it's true that this book only claims to contain the recipes you need for a perfect Swedish fika, not that they're all Swedish in origin. So while I'm disappointed not to be doling out the pärlsocker just yet, we'll just have to make do with something from slightly further afield.

Even if it's something I already know isn't going to be especially interesting. Or interesting at all, really. Granted, Streuselkuchen is occasionally my cake of choice when life happens to plop me down at the counter of a German bakery, but ideally one with fruit in - apple or some berries, say - to add a bit of much-needed texture and moisture. This particular variant is resolutely fruit-free and looks about as rudimentary as they come.

I wouldn't mind, but the recipe comes from the "Yeast Breads" chapter of the book, which features such genuine Swedish favourites as saffron buns, cinnamon rolls, and even the magnificent seasonal semlor. Still, that's the nature of the random project. And don't worry - there'll still be plenty for me to write about...

The prep: While the aforementioned care package mainly comprised crispbreads, chocolate, various fish products and the obligatory salt liquorice, the Great Flour Shortage of 2020 was still recent enough for me to add a bag of actual Swedish flour to my order. Which means big authenticity points:

Other than that, well, I said the recipe was rudimentary and I wasn't kidding - beyond stocking up on chopped almonds, there's nothing I need to buy here. Which is good, because it means less of a waste of money when things all go wrong.

The making: Milk and butter are heated to the very specific temperature of "37°C, or 45°C if using active dry yeast", which I am. This fine distinction is somewhat arbitrary considering I don't own a food thermometer, but hey - it's not like the temperature is going to be perfectly accurate by the time it all gets mixed together anyway, so I decide to apply a rule of thumb (or rather, forefinger) in judging what constitutes luke-warm liquid for this particular purpose. This may prove to be an error.

The recipe then asks me to crumble in the yeast and dissolve it in the warm milk and butter mixture. The crumbling implies this instruction is for fresh yeast, but it doesn't tell me not to stir in my powdered dry yeast at this point, so in it goes. This may prove to be an error.

I then put some flour in a mixing bowl before stirring in a mere two teaspoons of sugar (this really is a "cake" in nominal terms only), a pinch of salt, half an egg, and the milk/butter/yeast combo. The resulting gloopy mixture is kneaded with a wooden spoon "until smooth and elastic". This seems to happen fairly quickly, so I figure that's probably enough kneading for now. This may prove to be an error.

The rest of the flour is then added. The recipe doesn't tell me to knead it in - it doesn't say anything about mixing it in at all, in fact - but I figure I need something that at least resembles dough by the time this stage is done, so I get to work with my knuckles for a minute or two (making sure to wash my hands first, since I've also been making a batch of Canarian mojo sauce - no one needs traces of chilli and coriander in their Streusel).

This is the end result:

Seems to be a dough, so I cover it for an hour and leave it to rise.

At this point, I hear a whisper in my ear. The whisper is a memory. A memory of when I made those white bread rolls a few weeks ago. James Martin required me to knead the dough for ten minutes, see, and even then it didn't rise quite as nicely as I might have liked. Since this is cake base is essentially a bread too, common sense would dictate that this week's dough would benefit from a similar level of attention. But again, the recipe hasn't actively told me to work the dough especially hard, so I decide not to. This may prove to be an error.
 
An hour passes. And whatever the error, be it single or cumulative, the fact is that my dough now looks like this:

Ah. That's... that's the same, isn't it?

Bugger.

At this point it's already fairly clear that this project is destined for failure, but what do we do on Random Kitchen when faced with adversity? That's right, we plough on regardless! And so I "lightly knead" my defiantly unrisen dough into a "round, smooth cake" around nine inches in diameter, then leave it to rise for another half an hour.

Less a cake, more a pancake

Obviously it doesn't rise any further during this time. Not even a bit. Not even when I decide that our kitchen might be a bit on the cool side - because that's the problem here - and pop the baking tray out in the Saturday sunshine for a while (still covered, of course).

Still, I'm determined to see this through no matter what, so I move on to preparing the titular crumb ("Streusel" loosely translates as crumble(s) or sprinkle(s), fact fans). This involves measuring out some dry ingredients in a mixing jug, because Swedish recipes seem to really hate using scales:

This decilitre-and-a-half of flour, sugar and chopped almonds is rubbed into some butter to form the requisite crumb. The "cake" is then brushed with beaten egg and the mixture is sprinkled on top before it goes into the oven.

I may have a cynical demeanour, but deep down inside I'm something of an optimist. As such, I still hold out some hope that the cake might miraculously rise while cooking. And it does! A little. Unfortunately, the stodgy nature of the dough means the prescribed cooking time is now excessive, so I end up with a somewhat scorched Streusel:

Yeah. Quite aside from the burnt bits, the "finished" cake feels about as dense and heavy as it looks. Still, it would make a quite attractive frisbee, or an effective doorstop.

All in all, it's a bit of a disaster. So of course we have to try some.

The eating: We manage about half a slice each, more out of grim curiosity than anything else. The topping actually isn't bad, even the burnt bits - I suppose you can't go too wrong with sugar and butter - but the main body of the cake is a predictably flat, dense and doughy disappointment.

Now, I really hate food waste - I'm a demon for coming up with unlikely meals to use up whatever's left in the fridge, and we're fortunate in having no particular allergies or intolerances to hold us back on that front. But honestly, I don't think even the birds would bother with this, so into the recycling caddy it goes.

Still, it could be worse - at least I've got some bloggable content out of the experience, and... wait, sorry, what's that?

The making: See, here's the thing. I'm a stubborn sod, and while there are many downsides to that tendency, it does mean I'm determined to get this one right. Or at least less wrong. So I give it another try. (The next day. I'm not that keen.)

I won't bore you with the details, suffice it to say that this time I stir the dry yeast into the flour rather than mixing it with the warm liquid, and I knead the dough for a good ten minutes before leaving it to rise. Lo and behold:

That's more like it.

It's still quite flat and shallow by the time I get to the assembly stage, but the end result is decidedly more risen and less burnt. I then take the executive decision to add some icing sugar to make the whole thing look more interesting (well, "less like rubble on toast", at least).

It's still not especially attractive, but there's only so much you can do with what is effectively a flattish bit of bread with some stuff dumped on top.

The eating: The end result remains a bit on the doughy side, but it is a "yeast bread" as much as it is a cake, so that was to be expected. And it's a damn sight better than what I came up with the previous day. Sure, it's far from decadent - you saw what went into it, we're hardly talking luxury ingredients here - but the combination of the buttery crumble topping and the, well, bready base make for a pleasant enough eating experience.

Was it worth making a second time? Probably not, really - we're still working our way through it some days later, and I suspect it's going to feel like a bit of a chore by the time we get to the last few slices. Though it'll probably work quite well heated up and topped with some ice cream. But then most things do.

I'm willing to give Swedish Cakes And Cookies a pass on this one, though - if only because (a) the cake (when made correctly) is perfectly all right really, (b) it's not actually Swedish, and (c) I've made far better things from within the book's pages before. I'll need it to do better next time though. And ideally give me a wee bit more guidance when it comes to how long I should do things for or whether I need to do them at all. You know, little things like that.

Two-word verdict: Acceptable, eventually.

Lockdown Edition Week 9: Chermoula Aubergine with Bulgar and Yoghurt

The book: Jerusalem (Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi)

The recipe: p59, "Chermoula Aubergine with Bulgar and Yoghurt"

I received Jerusalem as a very kind gift from an Israeli-American friend after I offered some assistance during her (successful!) job search. Israel promptly won Eurovision soon afterwards, allowing me to rustle up a bunch of sharing dishes from its pages for our preview party ahead of Tel Aviv hosting the contest the next year - and very nice they were too, by and large - but I still can't say I've done a proper deep dive into its pages.

When I restarted this project, I was worried there might be a conflict between the likes of Ottolenghi (or any more adventurous chef) and the prevailing lockdown restrictions, self-imposed or otherwise. Jerusalem is a beautiful book and one that always makes me want to Make All The Things whenever I flick through it, but All The Things tend to also involve All The Exotic Ingredients. That said, between the vast "Turkish and everything else" supermarket next to the library and the many other communities represented in the local area, central Lewisham is a pretty good place to live for this kind of thing.

Super-extra-wonder-shop

This week we do have to exercise a veto for another reason, though. The first recipe chosen by random.org is a dessert involving peaches "poached in arak, ouzo or Pernod". As you'll have noticed, this teetotal blogger is perfectly okay with sauces that involve a bit of wine in some capacity, but buying spirits by the bottle and using them in a way that's going to be front and centre in the experience - that's a nope for me, sadly. (On perusing the recipe, Sam adds "that also sounds horrible and I don't want it". Technically not grounds for a Random Kitchen veto in itself, but it makes it an easier decision to spin the wheel again...)

So instead we end up here. Where is here? Here is "baked aubergine with a spicy north African rub and topped with herby bulgar and cooling yoghurt". Those aren't my words - I'm pleased to say this is a recipe that's also available online, so you can read along and I don't have to bore you with quite so many details as we go. Though I'm sure I will. Anyway, sounds nice, doesn't it?

The prep: We've had a soup and a salad so far, but it's good to be doing a vegetarian main for once. Well, it's substantial enough to qualify as a main if we take "serves 4" to mean "serves 2", which is exactly what we shall be doing.

Unlike some weeks, I have to buy in pretty much all of the ingredients this time. To my astonishment, though, a pilgrimage to the aforementioned Lewisham Food Centre is not required - which is a bit of a shame, to be honest, as it means I don't get to also buy a couple of börek from the in-store bakery counter then pray the paper bag doesn't collapse under the sheer weight of dripping grease by the time I get home. Fun times.

Instead, the humble Asda on Lewisham Way turns out to have everything I need. That includes the various herbs, a pair of aubergines an emoji-maker would be proud of, a bag of bulgur wheat ("medium" rather than "fine", but I'm sure that'll be, erm, fine) - and even preserved lemons.

Yes, preserved lemons. Absolutely central to Moroccan and wider North African cuisine, apparently. You learn a new thing every week (or I do, at least). Jerusalem offers two recipes for making them at home - one taking four weeks, the other 24 hours - so I add the pickling ingredients for the latter to my weekly shopping list in anticipation of needing them. But no!

Full of lemony goodness (and a bit of plastic)

Quite what I'm going to do with a whole jar of the things is another matter, though the Guardian has a few ideas on that front too.

The making: The chermoula is an easy mix of garlic, cumin, coriander, chilli flakes, paprika, olive oil, salt, and some finely chopped preserved lemon skin. I could probably do a finer job on the chopping front, but either way, this looks like it'll do the job nicely enough.

Hold on tight, you know she's a little bit dangerous

I then take two aubergines, cut them lengthways, and score their flesh in a criss-cross pattern. (It's what the recipe tells me to do, I'm not just doing it for fun. Although it is quite fun.)

Pristine baking trays are for losers

The chermoula then gets smeared all over the aubergines. I assume this is going to be a basting/pastry brush kind of job, but it's too thick for that, so I use the back of a spoon instead. It doesn't have to be elegant, after all.

This baking tray then goes into the oven for 40 minutes "or until the aubergines are very soft" (you want to be able to eat the skin, basically).

Meanwhile - and this is a proper "meanwhile" for once - it's time to prepare the bulgur topping.

Let's go, Güs!

This is straightforward enough: the bulgur is covered in boiling water and left for ten minutes, some sultanas also get the warm water treatment at the same time, and then it all gets mixed together with (deep breath now) some fresh coriander, fresh mint, halved green olives, toasted flaked almonds, spring onions, and a little lemon juice. Plus a bit of salt for good measure. Et voilà:

Bulgur display of power

The end result is something that would make a pretty good meal in its own right, to be honest. I leave it to sit and absorb the flavours while the aubergines are done, and once they are:

...it's time to assemble the finished dish. Which involves spooning the bulgar mix over the aubergines "allowing some to fall over the sides" (deliberately untidy food presentation? I'm in love), then spooning over some Greek yoghurt, sprinkling on some more coriander, and finishing with a wee drizzly dribble of olive oil. Nice and simple.

The eating: The recipe says this one can be served "warm or at room temperature". We go with the latter, partly because Sam firstly needs to finish the round of family phone calls saying "you did what with your hair?!".

By virtue of the "just dump the stuff on top" presentation method, it's not necessarily the prettiest dish you'll ever see, although the colours and textures are all very fresh and attractive.

I swear I didn't add the yoghurt with an ice-cream scoop

This broadly positive impression continues with the eating. The aubergine rub has a nice kick and depth to it, although I have to admit I don't get much sense of the lemon skin (maybe I did need to chop it more finely after all), while the bulgar offers up a mix of savoury and sweet flavours that are competing but complementary. Like with most of the dishes I've tried from Jerusalem so far, there's so much fresh herb action going on that you're guaranteed to end up with the stuff stuck in your teeth, but I suppose that's also where the flavour comes from.

I could possibly use a bit more crunch in the bulgur mix to counteract the inherent squidginess of the aubergine, olives and all. Maybe up the almond and spring onion content, say. But these are minor quibbles. It's a tasty dish, and pretty filling despite its relative lightness (though again, we are doing double portions here). Plus it's really pretty easy to make once you've got all the ingredients in - the reward to effort ratio is favourable, and would have remained so even if I'd had to rustle up some home-pickled lemons as I expected.

In summary, then: my socks are not knocked off altogether, but they do end up dangling from my toes a bit. Good work, Jerusalem.

Two-word verdict: Egg(plant)cellent... ah, forget it.

Lockdown Edition Week 8: Halibut With Olive Sauce

The book: The Silver Spoon

The recipe: p752, "Halibut With Olive Sauce"

We're back in The Silver Spoon already, but that's fine - it's as big as several regular cookbooks put together. (This recipe, from page 752, is nestled in the middle of the book.) And this week we land in the fish section, so we should theoretically be on track for something more interesting than a spinach salad.

The recipe looks relatively straightforward, falling into the "white fish covered in stuff" category that we've already encountered this year. Although I'm expecting this to be more authentic than Ainsley - if only because the accompanying illustration presents the titular "olive sauce" as a fairly violent-looking black-green splodge against an innocent white fish background, and let's be honest, you wouldn't choose it to look that way unless it tasted good too.

Like with the duck last week, I'm scaling back the portions because I'm not made of money. The recipe "Serves 6", so halving that to "Serves 3" should be about right for the two of us.

The prep: A problem immediately presents itself in the form of an unintended coronavirus consequence. Supermarket fish counters were already becoming less common anyway, but now a lot of them have been closed to free up capacity for other priorities, and understandably so. Trouble is, the cornerstone of this recipe is turbot or, as an alternative, brill or halibut. I'm grateful to The Silver Spoon for giving me three options, but none of these are the kind of thing you get pre-packaged in a supermarket cooler cabinet (and indeed it feels like sourcing the titular turbot would be a bit of a stretch even at the best of times). I decide to aim for halibut, as that seems the most likely find under the circumstances - but either way it's going to require a bit of Google work to locate the nearest decent fishmonger (I know there's usually a fish stall at Lewisham market, but whether they're open right now is not something the internet is willing to answer for me).

It might sound odd but I've never really shopped at a fishmonger's before. There was one downstairs from where I used to work in Germany, but I never bought fresh fish from there, preferring the decent approximation of English-style battered fish and chips they had on their lunch menu. And even back before the supermarkets muscled in on every aspect of food shopping, I mainly remember us getting our fresh fish from a van that came round the mean streets of Gosforth (including some scraps for the cat, naturally).

As such, I'm almost feeling a little intimidated by the prospect of rocking up with no real expertise ("so is it x, y or z that you need?" "erm, I don't know, I chose this recipe using a random number generator on the internet"). So I'm pleased to say the search ends up taking me to Greenwich, and a very nice place just off Royal Hill that sets me up with a substantial cross-section of halibut that should yield four decently-sized portions.

Hefty

The Greenwich fishmonger is also Greenwich fishmonger-priced, but life is basically just a series of cancellations of plans and refunds of travel tickets right now, so I figure I might as well indulge in something.

On the walk back, I realise that this is by far the furthest I've been from home other than for exercise since mid-March, and I've been a little on edge as a result. I'm not sure why, really - the sun is shining, the shopping experience was smooth and friendly (minimal wait time, in and out in a couple of minutes, concise and non-patronising advice, everything contact-free), and I've even managed to get precisely what I required for this dish, which is never a given in Random Kitchen world. Maybe I'm just unnerved by the sheer number of hand-holding couples hogging the pavements and forcing me into the road. Anyway, hopefully this stuff will start to feel a bit more normal again soon. And I suppose actually getting out there and doing it is the best way to start achieving that.

So what else do I need? Black olives and pine nuts are already in the house thanks to my new-found salad habit (don't worry, I'm okay), I'm cautiously substituting the requisite shallot for a small amount of onion, and Asda is happy enough to supply me with canned anchovy fillets and flat-leaf parsley for the occasion.

At last, a use for those Gü ramekins

The only other complication is "concentrated fish stock", for which The Silver Spoon refers me to another page. The recipe on that page demands that I start with a kilogram of fish heads. Reader, I do not make the fish stock. The shelves of the Greenwich fishmonger boast pre-made stock in a handy pouch instead, and I've never been one to look a gift halibut in the mouth.

The making: I start by heating some butter - allowing my one-egg frying pan to make a welcome return appearance - and cooking some pine nuts "for a few minutes until golden brown, stirring frequently". Now, I've learned from bitter experience that golden brown can become outright burnt in the blink of an eye where pine nuts are concerned, and indeed a moment of unattentiveness causes me to need a second run at what should be a fairly simple task.

Lucky pine nuts aren't weirdly expensive for what they are

Next, an anchovy fillet goes into the food processor along with the olives, parsley, onion and a tablespoon or two of the stock (no fear of waste, I intend to use the rest in an improved kedgeree). Once this is all blitzed together, I slowly pour in some olive oil with the blade still running until a "smooth sauce" is achieved. This is a relative term where my aging Kenwood is concerned, but I'm pleased to note that the end result looks similar to the illustration above - i.e. pretty disgusting.

Hey, the main ingredient is black olives, it was never going to be especially photogenic.

That done, I realise that I still need to cut the fish into portions and the oven has already reached 200°C. Oh well, it'll just have to wait. It's only one of the hottest days of the year so far, it's all good. Being an ignoramus on such matters, I quickly fire up both Google and YouTube to see exactly what the advice is on halibut skin. The general consensus seems to be "it's not edible but you don't have to remove it for cooking". Regardless, I err on the side of caution, resulting in four slightly battered and misshapen fish portions that would probably have retained their shape a bit better if I'd gone with the skin-on variant. Still, the flesh is meaty enough to survive this manhandling, and I suppose that's a part of what you pay for.

The fish goes into a buttered dish, the sauce is smeared over it, and into the oven it goes! "20 minutes", the recipe says. These portions are a little smaller so I make it more like 15.

The recipe concludes with a recommendation: "Boiled or steamed potatoes make an excellent side dish." (That's good advice for life generally, to be honest.) While I don't have my preferred dill or chives in the house and I'm not making a non-essential trip to the shop for the sake of some herbs, there's plenty of parsley left over from earlier, and that'll do well enough for a summery side. Add in some Greek yoghurt, olive oil, Dijon mustard and red wine vinegar, and this ends up being a perfectly acceptable way to pimp up some warm salad potatoes.

That all being done, the fish comes out of the oven, the pine nuts are lovingly sprinkled across the serving dish, and we're ready to go!

The eating: "You eat with your eyes first", or so the saying goes. There's truth in that, of course, but thankfully it's not the whole truth or this dish would be something of a failure.

Don't get me wrong: it actually looks reasonably professional (by my modest standards), and serving it with just one side gives it a "proper" feel compared with my penchant for packing each plate as full as possible with greens and other things. But ultimately it is just some portions of plain white fish with some black-green goop on top.

The good news - great news, really, considering my fear of making an expensive mess - is that the fish is perfectly cooked, juicy and meaty, and even the olive goop is rather nice! It's not as strong as the vivid/unappealing colour might suggest - if anything, it's almost on the subtle side, and I'd be tempted to up the anchovy content next time to give it a bit more oomph - but there's plenty of flavour in there to please the palate without the whole thing only tasting of olives like I feared. Meanwhile, they may have taken two goes to get right, but the pine nuts are a surprisingly inspired addition in terms of both bite and flavour.

And the potatoes are indeed an "excellent side dish" - but when aren't they?

Another minor victory, then. I'm giving The Silver Spoon two thumbs up this week. Not only has it delivered a successful dinner, but it's made me go out of my comfort zone a bit - both geographically and in terms of actually shopping for fresh fish without making a complete arse of myself. Take that, adult life!

Two-word verdict: Reassuringly good.

Lockdown Edition Week 7: Cinnamon Duck with Redcurrant Sauce

The book: Good Housekeeping New Step-by-Step Cookbook

The recipe: p226, "Cinnamon Duck with Redcurrant Sauce"

I don't really do meat. By which I mean I don't really do slabs of meat, for want of a better term. Joints, lamb shanks, and especially steaks - these things are very much not my area of expertise. Partly because they demand a more delicate touch than I possess - "heavily overdone" and "heavily underdone" are just two of the outcomes of previous attempts - and partly because (to be honest) I don't enjoy cooking while worrying about fucking up something relatively expensive. As such, I tend to leave that kind of thing to the experts, i.e. actual restaurants (or my friend Kate in Berlin, whose credo is "you're not allowed to leave the table until your third round of meat sweats").

What this means is I've literally never cooked duck at home before, in any shape or form. Still, a recipe from the sturdy old Good Housekeeping cookbook feels like it should be quite a friendly way in to the topic. This is a book I bought aeons ago on the recommendation that it's a good "starter kit" for the kitchen n00b, and it's one I still recommend to others in that vein, even if it's probably showing its age a bit now. "Cinnamon Duck" also sounds like a reasonably interesting take on proceedings, even if it is clearly also an Eesti Laul band name.

The prep: The recipe is for six people, and while I do usually make the full quantity of these random recipes no matter what (our definition of "portion size" apparently differing wildly from that of pretty much every cookbook author), I'm drawing the line here. Not least because six duck breasts would cost about as much as I've spent on every other recipe so far.

As it turns out, "any duck breasts at all" would be a start. I do our weekly Asda shop fully expecting them to have nothing in stock that once quacked, but it turns out they do have whole ducklings in the chilled aisle, just not breast portions. Frustrating. I'm not ready to hack things up for the sake of randomness just yet, so instead I wait a few days then bite the bullet, making my first trip into central Lewisham since lockdown began.

I'm a little anxious about this - for obvious reasons, but also because I don't really want to have to queue for ages just for the sake of this foolish little blog. But the Sainsbury's experience proves to be surprisingly OK. I think my overactive imagination had it frozen in time on March 16th, the date of my last visit, and I'd forgotten that both shop and shoppers have had more than two months to get used to the way things are now. Either that or I just got lucky and it's usually merry chaos in there - it certainly often was before lockdown...

Anyway, I swiftly pick up a pack of two duck breasts, a wee punnet of watercress, the redcurrant jelly that Asda also failed to provide - and a bunch of seriously reduced Indian starter selections that go straight in the freezer for future snackage (score!).

Everything else is surprisingly storecupboardy - I even own marjoram, for some reason - so we're good to go!

The making: I score the duck (score!) before browning it in a frying pan, skin side down and without any oil, for five minutes. I drain the pan of oil at least twice during this process, so it's no surprise to see some shrinkage occurring even before the meat goes into the oven to be finished off.

Oh, I should add that the duck is not alone in the pan - as per the instructions (and the recipe name), I've added a cinnamon stick. After five minutes on a fairly high heat, the smell test suggests that this has done little to impart any flavour or colour; instead, I'm left with an incinerated cinnamon stick that needs to be put outside to calm down a bit.

Blackened is the end

My breasts are a little on the small side - 125g vs. the 175g required by the book - so I was already going to go by the instructions on the packet rather than what the recipe says. Which is probably for the best, since Good Housekeeping inexplicably wants the duck to go in the oven for half an hour. Half an hour! I know the book's a bit old-school and this country didn't really do pink meat back in the day, but there's having your meat well done and there's ensuring it's as dry as a bone. "12-15 minutes" is what the packaging suggests, so that's what I aim for instead.

Then it's time to prepare the sauce. This involves roughly chopping an onion and frying it with some oil and garlic until brown, then adding chicken stock, red wine, dried marjoram, Dijon mustard (oh christ not mustard again), a frankly tiny amount of ground cinnamon, a dollop of redcurrant jelly, and some salt and pepper.

This mixture is brought to the boil and left to bubble until reduced by half, then - aha! - I'm required to strain it. This takes me by surprise a little, purely because I hadn't bothered to read the recipe properly beforehand and was expecting the onion to mean a chunkier sauce was on the cards here. I now realise this "sauce" is in fact what a trendier recipe book would call a "jus", which is restaurant-speak for "we can charge £5 more for this".

Straining done, the sauce is returned to the pan to be slowly reheated. In the meantime, the meat has been removed from the oven and left to rest on the side "for 5-10 minutes". When I go to cut it, I can already see this has done for any residual pinkness - this is some well-done meat, albeit still juicy (mainly because I used my instinct and ignored the official guidance - I hear it's all the rage). It's also not an especially large quantity of meat: even with clever diagonal cutting, it would look relatively measly, and I need to get this served up so I don't have the patience for that.

In the absence of a serving suggestion beyond "on a plate", I've decided on mashed potato and green beans to accompany. Arranging the duck slices on a bed of mash is no problem, but I encounter something of an aesthetic obstacle when it comes to spooning over the sauce. You see, it's very... I mean to say, colour-wise it's... well, it just looks like red wine, to be honest. And that tends to pair about as well as you'd expect with the crevasses and contours of mashed white potato.

See? That is not a particularly elegant look, I'm afraid. The mash part is down to my own choices, so I won't blame the recipe for that, but the sauce also adds a rather unappealing purply-pink tinge to the duck itself, and that's an inherent design flaw.

Anyway, as you can see, I finish off the dish with a sprinkling of watercress - the Pointless answer of the edible plant world - and it's time for the taste buds to give their verdict.

The eating: While it may not be plentiful (and it could have been, I just chose to be a bit of a skinflint), the duck is perfectly good. I'd make sure it was done at least medium if not medium-rare next time, but I haven't fucked it up or anything (score!).

Going on looks alone, I'm ready for the sauce to taste of nothing but wine - we've been there before, Nigella - but it's actually really nice, with a deep flavour and a redcurrant tang that pairs very nicely with the meat.

What it doesn't taste of, at all, is the titular cinnamon. Weirdly enough, the stick that was in the loose vicinity of the meat during the browning phase and the eighth of a teaspoon (!) of the ground stuff that went into the sauce have barely made any impact at all against the stronger flavours like the red wine and the mustard. I'm not necessarily sad about this, because it's a nice dish as it stands and a proper cinnamon kick might have felt a bit out of place, but it'd be good to at least feel its presence somewhere in there.

"Serve the remaining sauce separately", the recipe says. Yeah, probably for the best or the plate would be swimming in the stuff. Anyway, having taken a few pictures while things are still relatively photogenic, we do indeed pour on a good bit more of the jus and revel in the cognitive dissonance of well-done meat with the look of a bloody steak. Weird, but tasty.

Aesthetics and perplexing lack of cinnamon aside, anyway, I think this week's Random Kitchen can be summed up in the same way as my music collection: old-fashioned but pretty decent.

Two-word verdict: Misdesignated goodness.