Joining the Aga cult II.

This morning I had a chat to 'The Aga Man' John Jenkin about our newest addition to the family. John is the Aga guru and knows just about every Aga in South-Eastern Australia - where they are, where they were before - an amazing source of information. The good news is that the Aga I have bought was recommissioned by him only 3 years ago, and is in good condition. The bad news is that conversion to gas is going to cost us $3500 - so I guess that makes the decision about whether to keep it on coke or run it on gas a little easier: at least for this winter! John is booked up for the next 3 weeks ( he has just come back from 2 weeks working in Tasmania on Agas all over the state) which gives us time to complete all the preparatory stuff.

First we have to have the current Italian stainless steel 6 burner gas stove disconnected and list it with splashback and rangehood on ebay.(the topic: 'how much I hate this bastard stove' could be a blog all by itself, I won't bore you with my travails with it except to say that it is possibly the worst 2 grand I ever spent). Umm guess we'll be eating take away or cooking on the BBQ for a month or so (Jonathan suggests raw food - I don't think so).

We also have to have the wall behind the Aga tiled and David has to build a plinth for it to sit on (I guess I'm putting my Aga on a pedestal!). We will also have to take off a few doors to get this big baby inside the kitchen, but will cross that bridge when we get to ir.

In the meantime I have started reading a pocket book on Aga cooking and can tell you one of the reasons it is such a perfect cooker is that there is no radiant heat therefore no drying out of food (correction - there IS radiant heat and therefore no drying out - there is noe direct heat). I now very much regret selling the first edition of Ambrose Heath's Good Food on the Aga a couple of weeks ago. More to come.

Joining the Aga cult

Welcome to the beginning of a blog within a blog - I am about to join the Aga cult (as a customer recently called it) and achieve a long-held ambition to have an Aga in my kitchen. For the uninitiated the Aga is a stored heat slow combustion cooker which some cooks regard as the ultimate in cooking methods. Visit the Aga shop website http://www.theagashop.com.au/ to see these monsters in all their glory. Sadly my need for a new car took precedence over my desire for a new Aga (seriously, buying these things new costs the price of a small, quality hatchback ) and instead yesterday I purchased on ebay a coke-fired model which had been recently removed from a renovated old homestead in Berwick. I've done my homework and know that there is still a lot of work (and money) needed to get this up and running in my own house. First it has to be transported by a specialist (they weigh 450-500kg) then recommissioned. I have to decide if I am going to leave it as a coke-burner or have it converted to gas: while I've always had romantic notions of my kitchen warmed by a solid fuel cooker, gas is eminently more practical. Because the Aga is always on, it is not practical to use it over summer in Australia, so I have to decide what alternative cooking methods I'm going to use from December -March.

I am very excited at the prospect of finally owning an Aga, but suspect it's going to be like being pregnant with your first child - the reality never fits the dream. However I am hoping that, also like having children, the joy outweighs the heartache. So I've got a lot of learning ahead of me. I'm planning on picking the brains of a caterer friend who produces the most amazing food from her bright red Aga, but I welcome advice from out there: Have you got an Aga? Can you share your secrets? I particularly want to know the advantages of keeping this one on solid fuel vs having it converted to gas. Here's a picture of my cooker (before it was taken out of its kitchen - when I inspected it it was outside with the doors off). Stay tuned for future updates on my sAga (!) .

Queen Vic Market 2: Rabbit Pie

7am last saturday morning, another trip to Queen Vic market and another (relatively) uncommon protein to be explored. While I was tempted to buy goat again, Jonathan (my son) and I have agreed that every time we go to a market we're going to try something different. I'm not looking forward to the day we've worked our way through kangaroo, buffalo, camel, quails and pheasants and have to start trying what the Americans euphemistically term 'Variety Meats'. Although my mother is a master of cooking offal, I never took to brains and kidneys, tripe and sweetmeats - pressed tongue is all the offal I can take.

I bought a farmed rabbit from one of the poultry stores ($11 each). I discarded my plan to make the classic French lapin a la moutarde/rabbit in mustard sauce because our rabbit seemed on the skinny side. Instead it was agreed that a rabbit pie was in order. I found a recipe in Stephanie Alexander's Cook's Companion, which was handed down to her from her mum Mary Burchett. Mary is well-known for her charming 1960 cookbook 'Through my Kitchen Door', which Stephanie later re-issued as 'Recipes my Mother Gave me' (although the Rabbit Pie, I discovered later, is not in the book).

After simmering the rabbit as instructed for 1-2 hours (surely a very wide time window!), I stripped the meat off the bones of what was by now a very gruesome-looking carcass. The meat was combined with sauteed mushrooms, bacon pieces, toasted flaked almonds, parsley and (not too much) white sauce made with the reserved cooking liquid. Because I still had to make a fish pie for the non-meat eaters in the family I cheated on the pastry and used frozen shortcrust (Maggie Beer's sour cream pastry would be great for this). The end result was worth the effort and a gentle introduction to something new: particularly for my (live) rabbit-loving 19 yo daughter Pippa. Stephanie's recipe also uses the rabbit kidney and livers, which are sauteed with the mushrooms and bacon. Rather than making one large pie with a lattice top as Stephanie suggests, I made individual pies and of course no blind-baking for me all straight into the oven.

Clunes booktown

Well it's been a very busy couple of weeks. Mother's Day is always a busy time for me and it seemed a lot of people decided on Saturday afternoon that what their Mum really needed was an old cookbook, or one of the vintage aprons I sell in the shop. But what really makes May busy every year is that on the first weekend in May I take the shop 'on the road' as it were, attending the Clunes 'Back to Booktown' mega-bookfair.


Clunes is a small former gold-mining town about 20 minutes outside of the large former gold-mining city of Ballarat and about 2 1/2 hours away from home. In 2007, as part of a move to revive the town's fortunes and establish a permanent booktown, it became a Booktown for a weekend, with dozens of booksellers converging on the town on a Friday, followed over the weekend by thousands of booklovers. While the permanent booktown is not yet a reality, the weekend booktown continues to be a great success. This year I was among 61 booksellers who took over old buildings and empty shops in the lovely historical town precinct. It's always a great weekend, but exhausting. Book fairs require an enormous amount of work - in preparing, setting up and taking down and then returning everything to its place in the shop. I was positioned in the majestic town hall with four other booksellers (a lovely group they were too) and from 8am on Saturday morning to 4pm on Sunday had a steady flow of cookbook lovers coming past my stall.

Some were return customers from previous fairs, others had seen the business name in the book fair brochure, for others discovery was purely serendipitous. For the second year in a row a customer was almost brought to tears by the discovery of a copy of 'New Australian Cookery Illustrated" in its delightful red gingham cover, which she had been looking for for years and which her mother had used. I spent a lot of time comparing notes on cookbooks or discussing the merits of Elizabeth David over Jane Grigson (there seem to be 2 distinct camps). There was a small number of what a fellow bookseller termed 'prodders' and I call tire-kickers: those who pick up every book page through them, sometimes exclaim over how expensive they are and walk away never to be seen again. As usual I came away convinced that I have the best type of customers - people who love old books and who love cooking (or at least reading and talking about it!).

Domesticating the Anzacs

Today is Anzac Day in Australia - originally a commemoration of the WWI battle at Gallipoli in which thousands of Australian and New Zealand troops died (ANZAC stands for Australia and New Zealand Army Corps). The day has become an important day of remembrance in Australia for the casualties of all wars.

What's the connection with food and cooking you may ask? Well aside from the obvious Anzac biscuits (or cookies to American readers - I've included a recipe for you below) there were also several cookbooks put out by returned soldiers and returned and disabled soldiers groups, particularly after World War I. While some of these cookbooks (like the Dinky-Die Cookbook above) appear simply to capitalise on the patriotic images of the Anzacs, others were published by soldiers themselves, or soldier's association .




These books were often amateurish and cheaply produced, by men with no apparent qualification in the domestic arts (possibly helped out by wives or mothers). They were often sold door-to-door. In some cases proceeds went to a central organisation, in others to individuals. The recipes are usually wide-ranging: the Coronation Year Cookery book, for example, includes several American recipes and a 'Mexican Tamale Pie'. Some are very simple (Pan-broiled-steak calls for Steak, 1 - 1 1/2 inches thick, butter, salt & pepper) but others quite complex like a recipe for Black Walnut Molasses Taffy. Some offer household hints: "The uses of salt"; "How to clean a velour hat", "Uses for old felt hats". What I find really fascinating about these little books however is not so much their contents as the juxtaposition between the traditional masculine image of a soldier and the domestic, and feminine, pursuits of cooking and household hints - one soldier even offers beauty hints (see photo below). Clearly there was a market for such books and they provided a way to legitimately earn some money. They generally include the author's rank and his regiment, so there was obviously no sense of shame in their production. Unlike their modern cousins, cookbooks like these provide insight into our past, their role in helping us understand our social history is possibly more important than their role in providing recipes.


ANZACS

125g butter
1 TBS golden syrup
1 tsp bicarbonate of soda
2TBS boiling water
1 cup rolled oats
1 cup coconut
1 cup plain flour
1 cup WHITE sugar

Preheat oven to 160 degrees. Combine all dry ingredients in a bowl. Mix bicarb soda with boiling water. Melt butter and golden syrup together (I do it in the microwave). Add bicarb mix to golden syrup/butter mix and add immediately to dry ingredients. Mix to a moist but firm consistency. Drop teaspoonfuls on a tray (they spread quite a lot so leave enough room). Bake until golden brown (around 12-15 mins). Cool for a few minutes before placing on a wire cooling tray.
I usually do a test bake of one biscuit when starting to check the consistency of the mix. The proportions above make a firm sl chewy biscuit. If you want a thinner crisper biscuit just add an extra tsp of boiling water and they’ll spread out more

Queen Victoria Market - Goat ragu and potato gnocchi

I love living in 'the hills' - we first arrived 25 years ago and our kids were born and raised here and went to the local primary school. The Dandenong Ranges are around 45 kms from Melbourne, still regarded as part of the city but remote enough to feel rural. Have a look on Google maps and you'll see what I mean: much of the area is National Park and most of the houses are well-established and treed. The air is clean, crime rates are low and traffic is light (except on Sundays on the Tourist Road). A series of small villages are dotted throughout the hills and in general people move up here because property is cheap and stay for good.

So it's a lovely place to live and raise a family. The disadvantage of this rural idyll for someone for whom food is an occupation/obsession is the dearth of a variety of good quality produce or 'exotic' ingredients. Yes, we have a couple of farmers' markets near by (usually on a Saturday when I am working) and we have a great biodynamic market in the village. We are also very lucky that Maxi, our local supermarket (not one of the big chains) has amazing fresh fish filleted on site as well as a good selection of Asian and European specialty goods. And since we put in our kitchen garden our vegetable needs are sorted.

However if I want to experiment with things like duck or goat or rabbit, buy authentic spices and trimmings for a Middle Eastern banquet, or even access artisan cheeses or smallgoods, I often have to travel to the inner suburbs. Whenever I visit Carly down in Highett, or go to my hairdresser in McKinnon, I always stop at Oasis Middle Eastern bakery and stock up on spices and staples and buy fresh pastries and flat breads. If I am going through Fitzroy or St Kilda, it's a stop at a bagel shop. And whenever we're in Melbourne proper, we always visit Queen Victoria Market.Established in 1878 (on the site of Melbourne's first cemetery!!) the Queen Vic sits on over 17 acres, and while stalls selling general tat have consumed a lot of the old fruit and veg stalls, there are still enough food stalls to provide a huge amount of variety at excellent prices. The deli hall is amazing with 4 specialist cheese stores, fantastic smallgoods - you can even buy the South African staple biltong there. There's also a great kitchenware shop stacked to the rafters with general and specialist equipment.

On the Easter weekend we had a 'stay-cation' in the city. We booked an apartment in the CBD and had a lovely couple of days wandering around our beautiful city. We went to galleries, explored some of the classic old buildings and laneways which are unique to Melbourne AND we went to the Queen Vic. My mission on this visit was to buy some goat. A recent article in the NY Times - How I learnt to love goat meat reminded me of a beautiful slow-braised goat ragu I had a few years back at that Melbourne restaurant institution Grossi Florentino.

So with this dish in mind I tracked down a stall selling goat meat and bought two large leg pieces (at $10.99 per kg an absolute bargain). Despite having around 4000 cookbooks in stock, when it came to finding a recipe I was stumped. None of what I regarded as the obvious international cookbooks had recipes (Middle Eastern, African, Italian, Greek), specialty cookbooks on meat were silent. Even 'the bible' - Stephanie Alexander's Cook's Companion, to which I can always turn for imspiration when I have an ingredient and no idea what to do with it - didn't consider goat an ingredient worth mention.

So I cobbled together a recipe using Maggie Beer's excellent advice in Maggie's Farm and my recipe for veal ragu (see earlier post). After browning the legs I fried together a sofrito of onion carrot, celery and garlic. I then returned the meat to the dutch oven with a couple of cups of red wine and beef stock, chucked in a bay leaf, covered the pot with alfoil and a tight-fitting lid and put it in the oven for 3 hours, adding water a couple of times during cooking. The next day I broke up the meat and stirred it into the beautiful sauce which the juices had made. - simple and delicious. I didn't find the meat particularly unusual - apart from maybe a slightly stronger aftertaste on the palate. I served it with homemade potato gnocchi using Marcella Hazan's advice - no eggs! I haven't posted any photos because making the gnocchi became a much longer exercise than I allowed for: by the time it was done I was not in the mood for plating and styling and cleaning up the enormous amount of mess which had materialised around me. All we wanted to do was dish up and eat!! I have decided to put gnocchi in the 'can I really be bothered basket'.

Mucho Gusto: An old Argentinian Food Mag

My eldest daughter is currently making her way around South America. She has been gone now for 2 months and recently sent a goodies box back with presents for all. My present was a 1949 food/cookery magazine she picked up in an antique/flea market in Buenos Aires, where they stayed for 5 weeks taking Spanish lessons. What struck me about the magazine and its contents was how much it resembles similar magazines I have in the collection from Australia, the USA and England. My understanding of Spanish is very limited, but it appears to me from the recipe titles that the dishes are decidedly 'Anglo' or 'Gringo' - cheese scones, chocolate cake, chantilly cake, canapes, with very little in the way of regional recipes. Not sure what it says about the later development of a distinctive regional cuisine that we now understand as Argentinian, but thought you'd find it interesting.