Got my first crayfish of the season, so I made a batch of fresh linguine when I got home night as I was dying to try a take on the classic Italian dish of "Linguine con aragosta",
I chose to alter the classic recipe slightly by adding chilli, and excluding the tomato. I was aiming for something a little more refreshing and with a slight bite. Sadly, I could not judge the end-result myself, as I have a crayfish allergy (how cruel is that?!)
Anyway, recipe follows – it’s not rocket science though, so I’m simply typing it out very informally:
- Crayfish, boiled until bright red (you should be able to separate the tail from the body by pulling it lightly, otherwise it’s undercooked)
- A batch of fresh egg linguine (for a small quantity use 180g of white bread flour to two eggs and one egg yolk – you can also add some semolina for a bit of bite)
- Lemon, chopped garlic, chopped fresh or dried chilli, glass of white wine and sprig of rosemary
Cook the linguine in the same water used to boil the crayfish in (thanks for the great tip Jan Tripepi).
In the meantime, roughly chop meat extracted from the crayfish’s tail and legs (mine was quite a bulky dude, so the legs had ample meat. If yours is a skinny specimen, I would not bother with the legs too much).
Fry the garlic, chopped chilli and whole sprig of rosemary in a bit of olive oil, being careful not to burn the garlic. Add the glass of wine and let it bubble for a minute or two. Add the crayfish meat and quickly heat through. Discard the sprig of rosemary, and then add the cooked linguine to the crayfish pan. Quickly stir through. Add a decent dash of fresh lemon juice, some West Coast fleur de sel and black pepper. Serve with more fresh lemon and parsley.
05 June 2010
Daily bread
It's 7:30 and I've just finished kneading the dough for my daily batch of bread - approximately 22 loaves. Quite a workout when done by hand (and before my first cup of coffee!) - good thing I had Cindy Lauper on top volume.
In about 45 minutes I'll have a beautiful dough boepie, which will be shaped into warm, cuddly dough puppies, before it's time for another quick rise - and then to the oven they go!
12 November 2009
First day
So I’ve arrived at Die Winkel Op Paternoster. My new “office” is at the back of the shop, neighbouring the bougainvillea-fringed, tiny tea garden (my blank canvas, so to speak) with all of five tables. Bliss – I’ve always hated cooking in unsophisticated quantities.
The charming old building originally housed the town’s whaling station and my mom’s done a brilliant job at breathing some new life and character into the shop. Shelves are heavily laden with all kinds of jams and preserves, dried fruit, rusks from Aurora, hand harvested salt from nearby Velddrif. There’s a deli fridge in one corner where some farm butter and homemade chicken pies are stocked. I can’t wait to fill its shelves with jars of curried fish and marinated bokkoms.
But ay caramba, the cupboard sized kitchen is in serious need of a makeover. And quite literally, there’s not a lot of room for improvement.
Tomorrow, Michelle (my trusty new co-worker) and I will have to do some serious moving. And shaking.
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