Rice and Chicken in an Orange Sauce

Another evening in and a chance to try out for myself a recipe for Orange Stew and Chicken from a book on Persian Food I picked up in Waterstones earlier this year by Margaret Shaida. Persia is of course now part of Iran and I was tempted into buying the book after speaking to Kerem from the grocers on Oxton Road on the different ways they have for cooking rice.

He explained that is was important to soak the rice before cooking it, to cook it briefly in boiling water and then to rinse it in warm water before it goes back into the pan to steam. It is this last part of the process that is crucial in terms of the texture of the rice and the possibilities for adding crunch.  Melt a good slab of butter in the bottom of the pan before putting the rice back and then put it on the lowest possible heat with the lid of the pan covered in a tea towel to absorb the steam. It should be possible to leave it to cook like this for almost an hour with the rice developing a crust on the bottom of the pan. For variation you can put some egg with the butter or a layer of thinly sliced potato.

 As I leaved through the book I found a section on the cooking of rice that seemed to replicate almost exactly the process as described to me by Kerem. Having bought the book I went through a few more books from the shelves in the kitchen and found that Claudia Roden on Middle Eastern Food and Arto de Haroutunian on Middle Eastern Cookerey both contain similar descriptions on the process. It appears again, albeit in more sophisticated form in the Moro cookbooks andCrazy Water Pickled Lemons by Diane Henry. I won’t go through the technique in detail here but will say that although the cooking of rice likes this can appear labour intensive once you have done it a few times, and have got used to the steps to be taken it is almost as simple as boiling up a panful of pasta. It just needs time and care to make sure that the tea towel you wrap the lid of the pan in does not catch fire on the hob.

Having bought the book I spotted a recipe for chicken with orange sauce. It is of course the wrong time of year for Seville oranges but the recipe suggested that the bitterness could be replicated by the juice of a lemon. Apart from the orange the only flavouring was cinnamon, salt, pepper and a carrot choped into matchsticks and cook down with an onion.  There was a small frustration as I was cooking the rice and found there was no butter in the fridge but a thin layer of olive oil worked almost as well and developed a slightly lighter crust. For someone who is not a great fan of marmalade is was delicious.

Listening again to Dexy’s.

Duck legs with a pomegranate sauce

We can be rude about the supermarkets but at 7.00pm on a Tuesday evening after work there aren’t that many other options in Birkenhead to pick up some food to cook for the evening.  I went in without any great expectations and came out better than anticipated with a couple of duck legs and a pomegranate that was going cheap – so all for less than £3.00.

I had at the back of my mind that there were recipes for duck and pomegranate and a quick flick through a couple of books showed I was right although it transpired I could have picked up some walnuts as well. I pierced the skin of the duck legs and browned them in olive oil in a heavy pan over a medium heat for 15/20 minutes. I took them out whilst I cooked off a finely sliced onion and a squashed clove of garlic.

I squeezed out the juice from the pomegranate I had bought (wishing I had got two) and the juice from a lemon. This was added to the wilted onions together with a tablespoon of good honey, a seasoning of salt and pepper and a good splash of water. The duck legs were put back into the pan and I put the lid on and left it on a low heat for almost an hour.

By that time the duck was cooked but there a good layer of fat on the sauce. So I took out the legs and kept them warm on a plate. Taking the pan off the heat I used some paper kitchen towels to skim off the fat gently layering them down to soak it up before carefully lifting and discarding. Once the fat had gone the pan was put back on the heat to allow the sauce to reduce for a few minutes whilst I cleaned off some green salad from the garden. The rain from the last few days seems to force the soil into all corners of the green leaves so it needed a good soaking. Once it was clean and dry I poured the sauce over the duck legs and used the green salad to help soak up the juices. They were delicious.

The music we listen to when we are alone




The picture reminded me that I am meant to be finishing the book about mackerel. Galen still remembers the half promise I made three or fours years ago towards the end of a three Murphy’s lunch that once the book was published I would buy a speedboat. Galen forgets that there are a whole range of speedboats and that whilst he has his eye on the thing that David Beckham took up the Thames to the Olympics last Friday evening I will be inclined towards something more prosaic.
So this seems like a good time to put something on the cooking of mackerel up here.
A SIMPLE WAY WITH MACKEREL
For two.
Catch three mackerel. You should be cooking them within an hour or so of them coming out of the sea.
Gut and fillet them.
Heat a glug of olive oil or a small pat of butter  in a frying pan until hot.
Add the mackerel fillets skin side down.  You could dust them with flour before putting them in.  Once in the pan season with salt and pepper.
Cook for a minute and flip them over. You may need to use the spatula to stop them from curling.
After another minute take them out and arrange on a plate. Add some chopped parsley and lemon juice.
Eat with your fingers.
You could slice the fillets into three and eat on pieces of toast. Or even have them whole in a fresh baguette.
Like this they would be good with either tarter sauce or possibly horseradish
Mary Arundel cooks them on the bone, dragged through seasoned flour and fried until crisp.

Home alone for the rest of the week and the Flaming Lips have a newish CD out so listening to their 10 minute deconstruction of Erykah Badu and The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face which has its moments. Next up The Unthanks with Brighouse and Rastrick Brass Band. Maybe I’m mellowing but I suspect that The Unthanks will get played more than the Flaming Lips – yup put it on now and the hairs are starting to rise on the back of the neck already. I will be a wet rag by the time we get to Fareweel Regality.
 


Falafel

Another Saturday morning trip to the International Store on Oxton Road to buy some lunch and a another new toy for the kitchen is found. Falafel were wanted for lunch and I knew that I had seen on one of the shelves tucked away at the back various brightly coloured packets that were clearly marked falafel and suggested the possibility of something interesting. So I went to investigate and I was right. There were three or four packets of one sort or other all promising tasty falafel by stirring and mixing with some water. Without having any great idea of what to go for I was sold by the the packet of Durra  as it came with its own little falafel maker all for the grand sum of £1.79.
Back at home the two packets of powder were mixed with cold water and left to stand for an hour. The time was used up chopping up tomatoes, cucumber and long thin cool green peppers and arranging them neatly on a plate. After an hour the falafel mixture looked too wet and and I was convinced that they would fall apart as soon as I started to fry them. But having started I was going to have to finish the job. So I heated a good covering of oil in a small frying pan. The small metal instrument was simplicity itself to use. It appeared to have been made out of a couple of old tin cans. At the bottom there was a small plate just over an inch wide which was connected to some sort of spring mechanism inside. Pull back the lever and smear and spoonful of the mixture into the wide bottom. Then hovering over the hot oil let go of the spring and give it a shake and a small disc of falafel mixture started to frizzle. They held their shape and did not turn to mush in the oil as I had feared. After a minute I turned them over to let the other side cook.
After 15 minutes there were twenty or so small rounds of falafel which we ate stuffed into pitta with yogurt the chopped tomatoes, cucumber and pepper and dashes of chilli sauce.