An international and bloggy post

containing my first game of American Football; Thanksgiving; a Strasbourg philharmonic orchestral concert; my 20th birthday at a tapas bar; a trip to the German Christmas markets; and learning how to make Sushi in a Japanese restaurant.

But first… films. The Artist was really good, highly recommend it. Silent film but decent picture quality and a great soundtrack nonetheless!

Thanksgiving was great. Loved the all-American pecan and sweet-potato pie! And the Nerf gun…

I’ve decided that I don’t think music’s really my thing. I may have missed the entire presence of a non-string section in the first piece by Mozart. And been one of the people that clapped in the gaps between overtures (I don’t like clapping at the best of times though, and was tend to base when I do so on the presence of others beside me. Who in this case were clapping at what I later learned were inopportune moments. Someone should have told me this before we went). Though just having two hours to sit and think in a relaxing setting was quite nice. I don’t understand what you’re meant to do at orchestras, though. I liked Fantasia because of the pretty pictures, and at first thought I might try and see if any images came to mind from the music, but they didn’t. So I then thought mainly about the difference between /u/ and /y/ sounds. Anyone, what are you meant to do when you listen to music?

To celebrate my first birthday in France, I thought I’d go for tapas. (I had a tarte flambée on my actual birthday, so all was not lost ;) ) And then, with Strasbourg proclaiming its status as the capital of Christmas from the 26th of November, we decided to leave for Germany on that day to sample the delights of Freiburg and Baden-Baden Christmas markets.

And to complete a very international week, I had a three-hour Japanese cooking class this afternoon.

We learned how to make Seaweed Salad:Inflate 3 tsp of dried seaweed in water. Finely cut 1/4 of a cucumber. Mix 1 tbsp of rice vinegar, 1 tbsp white sugar, 1/2 tsp soy sauce, 2 tsp sesame oil, 1/2 tsp tuna powder, and 1 tsp sesame seeds. After 10 minutes or so, squeeze the water out of the now-softened seaweed and add to the vinegarette with the cucumber. Mix and refrigerate before serving.

And Maki (Rolls) – we used pickled radish; and salmon and avocado for the basic maki, then foie gras and mango for a California roll, then Serrano ham, parmesan, and sundried tomato for a spring roll. Key advice being prepare everything in advance so you’ve got it to hand.

For the rice: 450g round/dessert rice, rinsed; and 500ml cold water. If a gas stove, cover the pot, let boil for 2/3 minutes, lower the fire and leave for 20 minutes, turn it off and leave 15-20 minutes. If an electric hotplate that retains heat, leave it boiling at 12 (max) for 4 minutes, turn off and leave 4 minutes, turn up to 8 for 2 minutes, turn down to 4 for 15 minutes, then remove from heat.

Mix a vinegarette of 4 tbsp rice vinegar, 1 tbsp sugar, and 1/2 tsp salt together, then mix with rice while the rice is tepid or hot. (To mix, use a wet spatula)

Cover a bamboo rod-mat in clingfilm (saran wrap) to keep it germ-free, then lay a seaweed wrap on it, matt side up. Have a bowl of water ready for your hands. Press rice into the seaweed with wet hands, leaving 2cm clear at the top of the wrap. Put the filling 1/3 of the way up the rice. Roll up the matt with your thumbs underneath and fingers pressing down hard on the filling. Press really well.

For a California Roll (rice on the outside), press rice all over the surface and sprinkle sesame seeds over it. Press well, flip over, then put the filling on the top. Roll in the same way but press in a cuboid to finish.

For a Spring Roll, dip rice paper in water and place on chopping board – don’t touch after laying it down. Press rice on a wet chopping board as if on seaweed then transfer it to the rice paper using a knife or spatula. Carefully roll up, pressing well to remove the air.

Cut into even 8ths with a sharp wet knife, using the tip and cutting gently.

Enjoy!

Postscript: the tale of the mouse:

I came home from viewing The Artist a couple of Sundays ago; I was feeling incredibly tired and unwell. And then a small thing was moving very rapidly just as I was planning to go to sleep. This was very stressful. Prévu que everything in Strasbourg is closed on a Sunday, and in the evenings, and even more so on a Sunday evening, I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I posted on Facebook and received the consolatory advice that “mice are excellent climbers”. I went to the Halls reception and was told again “put everything food up high, mice can climb really well”. Given I was delirious from exhaustion, and my favourite hobbies are baking and knitting (I know, you’d never guess), I was more than mildly perturbed, and cobbled together a trap:

This didn’t work, but then nor did the two Rodenticides that a Rentokill man came and laid down, as I’ve seen the thing (das Ding) twice since. It doesn’t bother me much, it’s just that it scutters so. Horrible and fast.

Spice up your Ganache

I was in E Leclerc when I spotted Gu puds had 50c off. I was very sorely tempted by the thought of a nice pot of ganache… then realised that rather than paying 3€ with reduction for 3 tiny pots, I could get a carton of double cream for 40c and then use a couple of 40c bars of chocolates to make at least 4 of my own very generous portions!

The basic ganache recipe I use is heating a quantity of cream until it’s almost boiling (I’m told the word the French use for this is “singing”), and then taking it off the heat, adding the same quantity of broken chocolate in grams as cream in millilitres, leaving for a minute then stirring then whisking until it’s all melted. I thought it would be boring to have 4 massive pots of all chocolate ganache, so experimented:

In one, I put a sprinkle of ginger, in another a sprinkle of chilli powder, and in another a capful of raspberry liqueur (I left the fourth one plain). The glass bottom jars (Gu remnants in themselves) were useful because I could see where needed more scrapings. After each had been stirred, into the fridge to cool for a varying number of days.

The verdict?

Chocolate-Ginger: I ate it before it had had time to properly set. But it was still really yummy, with just a hint of a kick to it. Next time, I’ll whisk it more, as there are a few lumpy bits.

Chocolate-Raspberry: As you might expect, this didn’t really set properly. It did have a normally hard top, but inside was more of a thick liquid than a solid. I hadn’t labelled them and ate this after 1 day of refrigeration; maybe if it had been left longer (or been frozen! Mmmmm, shall be experimenting when I have a freezer) it would have been more properly set/ganache-like. Despite having said all this, it was really nice. Neither the alcohol flavour nor the raspberry flavour were too overpowering (you could also probably do this with raspberry juice or coulis; being in France, liqueur was cheaper for me and needed using up ;) )

Chocolate-Chilli: Ate this on  the 3rd day. Thought it was the plain chocolate one until the last few spoonfuls, when I suddenly got quite a powerful punch of chilli. The aftertaste is delicious…

Moral of the story: you can’t go wrong with cream and chocolate. Though make sure all the chocolate is melted in the premiere instance.

Chicken Soup… for the SOUL*

*not really

I have had a horrible congested-y cold all week, resulting in much tissue paper usage and a drugs-run to Germany (plus side: medicine and general health products are much cheaper there; downside: I can’t read German and thus have had to guess what they’re for). I have clearly been reading too many American novels / watching too much American tv  where they give the invalid (I’m allowed to exaggerate in my feeling-rubbishness) because I started craving chicken soup. And for some reason the phrase “chicken soup for the soul” kept going round in my head (as well as “you’re so right, Sarah” after each time I had had a particularly apt thought… I’m blaming that on the illness also, I don’t think I’m normally so self-congratulatory). I think the phrase might be a book, but I can’t be bothered googling to check… If so, anyone read it? Any good?

So, I eventually got round to having a preliminary look for chicken soup recipes, never having had it to my knowledge (that’s probably a lie, but I certainly can’t remember it). But I didn’t find any which didn’t require a pre-roasted chicken or noodles, which I dislike, so I made it up and it turned out to be just what Doctor Sarah ordered (I was so right). Even if, controversially for me, there is no blending of the vegetables, so it was a very thin soup (with chunks in it, of course).

A word on stock: I’ve never made stock properly, always using stock cubes. As these are usually relatively salty, this also probably explains the lack of salt in my recipes. I’m not actually sure how to make proper stock, but that can be a challenge for another day…

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De-peasantifying and re-peasantifying

Apparently rather than saying they’re off “fer a bitta culcha”, Polish people say they are de-peasantifying themselves. In the words of a Polish friend: “on dit “odchamiać się” (se depaysaner)” – google translate is refusing to do its job, so I’m taking his word for it. I liked the concept.

So, these pages contain a description of my first foray to l’opéra… and also my first entrance to a doner kebab shop. The latter are all over Strasbourg, and as a warning: I went for a Lamuchen without meat, and “meat” came nonetheless. I think my original resolution never to enter such a shop was probably for the best!

This post does not cover my mouse troubles; I remain traumatised by scuttery noises so shall tell the horrid tale in my next “life” blog, by which time I hope all will have been resolved…

Vaguely Moroccan Mince

I got some mince and then didn’t know what to do with it. This is why one should stick to one’s shopping list when one doesn’t have a freezer. Searched BBC Good Food, came up with “moroccan spiced mince with couscous” then ignored the recipe and completely did my own thing. Mainly because the BBC recipe used Quorn. Which I don’t think should even be legal.

So, the following was the result of the spices and vegetables I happened to have around; play about with it! It’s actually quite tricky to make mince look incredibly appetising from a photography point of view; you’ll have to believe that it’s very yummy.

(serves about 4, depending on how many vegetables you add)

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Halloween

(The title is a lie, this year Halloween was dead to me. [No pun intended, honest.] Caught your attention, though. Boom.)

Trivia factoid: ‘Power Hour’ was so named because it used to take place before church, so the youth were powered up by coffee. Bearing in mind that French churches mostly start at 10am, I can see why they changed it…

 

I now cannot knit. Upset face. (Or cycle; more upset face.)

Back-story: I’ve been enjoying Figues de Barbarie from the market, aka prickly pears in English. I had no idea what Baloo was talking about, but then found some thorns in my hand. Got them out (or so I thought) with some tweezers, but then for the past week my left index finger’s been quite swollen. Thought I’d go chat to the pharmacist and see if s/he’d advise anything more than the savlon I had on hand. She told me to go to the doctor (with a bit of a “you crazy” look). So, my first encounter with the French healthcare system other than for when I had to get a medical certificate to participate in sports began. On the plus side, they saw me without an appointment in under 5 minutes, which I felt impressed by. It also seemed to be dealt with merely by virtue of my student card; no EHIC or form-filling needed. On the negative side, I think they may have over-reacted a bit. Tetanus shots, unlike climbing wall sessions, do not fall under my list of “why not do it if it’s free?”. Apparently though, the doctor thought that this was a perfect reason to get one. Doctor friends, is it not every 10 years you need a tetanus booster? According to the French doctor it should be every 5. I’m not convinced. Then had an alcohol-soaked bandage wrapped round my finger, was told I was deficient for not having medical grade alcohol in my room at all times, and given an “SOS Hands” clinic address to go to if anything got worse.

At least I know I’ll be looked after next time I need crutches..

Good thing the day ended with a soirée Navigateurs, or else I would have been entirely upset.

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