I haven’t written anything ‘foodie’ for a while, in fact I haven’t written much at all on this blog for a while as with good weather recently I found myself out and about with a camera and making time to put the results on grumpytykepix. But knocking together a meal with what was in the fridge last night, I thought it might be worth a post.

Steamed mixed vegetables in a tomato and lentil base, with plain rice

Steamed mixed vegetables in a tomato and lentil base, with plain rice

I’ve always enjoyed creating a meal with whatever happens to be around, using up all the bits and pieces left over from other recipes. I particularly like doing it for a vegetarian dish as without a bit of thought these can so often be rather boring. I got used to eating vegetarian (or more correctly vegan) on Wednesdays and Fridays when living in Romania, as usually on these days Romanian followers of the Orthodox Christian faith keep fast and so do not eat animal products. I don’t keep it now for any religious reason but I’ve found it advantageous to interrupt the meat a couple of days a week.

So, I found a handful each of green beans, sugar snap peas and ‘mange tout’, together with the remains of a cauliflower, a long red sweet pepper and half a can of chopped tomatoes in the fridge. There’s always an onion and garlic around, lentils, rice and pasta in the cupboard, and the usual herbs and condiments.

So, I boiled up a couple of handfuls of red lentils for protein – 10 mins fast, 20 mins simmer then strained. The finely chopped onion was sweated in olive oil then the tomatoes added and cooked for about 15 minutes with a low salt Kallo vegetable stock cube, freshly ground pepper and some parsley, oregano and a bay leaf. A splash of boiling water was added to keep it moist while cooking. Five minutes from the end the red pepper, cut into 1inch long strips, and two cloves of chopped garlic, were added to the tomato base. Meanwhile, all the other vegetables, cut into small (1 inch) pieces, were steamed for about 12 minutes, the tomato mixture taken off the heat then the lentils and the steamed vegetables carefully stirred in.

Pasta or rice was a last minute decision, either would be fine but I opted for rice – just plain boiled long grain with a little salt in the water. A crisp, chilled mixed salad and crusty wholemeal bread went with it perfectly.

My wife’s conclusion? “Delicious”, and it was. Very fresh tasting with the flavour of each of the individual vegetables coming through.

There is nothing wrong with the Media Museum except that it is in Bradford. It’s a wonderful museum which I used to visit frequently. As a very keen photographer but also someone fascinated by photographic history I would visit it several times a month – it’s a pleasant 20 minute train ride from where I live – if I didn’t have to cross Bradford’s depressing city centre to get to it.

Of course it should not be closed; it should be moved. As one of the three museums of which it is said one must be closed, its low attendance figures compared to those of the other two, the Railway Museum in York and the Science and Industry Museum in Manchester, have nothing to do with the museum itself; they result from where it is.

Solution

I have a solution. Move the museum to Leeds, a vibrant, bustling Yorkshire city of which West Yorkshire can be proud. We’d then see the attendance figures rocket. In fact, if I won one of the multi-tens of millions on Euromillions I’d offer to finance the move myself.

Why has Bradford been allowed to self-destruct? The politicians can answer that but I believe that it is now beyond redemption. It is not the ‘multi-cultural city’ as often claimed, it is a collection of cultural ghettos so that it has little Yorkshire left about large swathes of it and all the demographic projections show that in a very short time it will become an imitation foreign country in the middle of Britain. Parts of it are that already. What is worse is that now the immigrants who arrive with little English and few if any skills are being packed into these ghettos too. It’s a chain reaction which is now beyond control. The immigrants who have something to offer – and there are many of them – go elsewhere.

Before I’m accused of racism you should know that I’m firmly of the opinion that a big factor in what makes Leeds such a great place is the strong Afro-Caribbean community. They have had a major effect on the city but have not imposed an alien culture on it. It is still very much a Yorkshire city and they, while retaining the many valuable and exciting aspects of their culture and allowing us to share it, have become ‘Yorkshire folk’. In no way is this true of Bradford.

Wasted £30 million – a year?

Someone on the tv this evening gave as a reason that the museum should not be closed was that it brought £30 million a year into the city. If that is true it is a disgrace. What happens to that £30 million? There is no sign of it in the increasing slum that the city has become. So move the museum to a place where this substantial sum would not be wasted.

But any reasonable sales or marketing man could tell this idiot that arguing how much the museum does for Bradford will not save it, what would is what Bradford does or could do for the museum. Put fountains on the forecourt and flood it on demand? Stage a Bollywood buggered-up Carmen in the IMAX theatre instead of the real thing it the Alhambra (where I first saw the original some 65 years ago)? I don’t think so. The answer is “zilch”.

So I say again, don’t close it. Move it!

Witches   tread with care

Beware our bouquet    spiky

Healthy human food

A black and white picture of wild garlic

Wild garlic in the Washburn Valley, June, Yorkshire

Photo on Olympus OM4, Zuiko 50mm f/1.8, Ilford PanF Plus 50, stand-developed RO9

Reblogged from The optimistic pessimist:

Bethany is my sister

She lives in my old room

She’s messier than I was

Even though she’s got a vacuum

She likes to sit alone there

In the attic way up high

And think about interesting things

Like what it’s like to fly

She likes to read and read and read

Just like I used to do

But she’d like a box of chocs as much…

Read more… 103 more words

I follow this lady from my photo blog but her 'Yorkshire' poetry is wonderful to a tyke and I thought it might be to some of my non-photo followers too. The recent one about grandma might ring bells for some of you - it certainly did for me - though if you need a translation of some bits please ask.

The Settle to Carlisle railway line is one of the wonders of Britain. Magnificent views, beautifully kept stations maintained by volunteers, ending at the magnificent red stone structures of Carlisle.

The place name sign on Settle station

Settle, a charming small town where the industry of West Yorkshire truly gives way to nature. The first of the stations maintained by the voluntary organisation, Friends of the Settle-Carlisle Line

On Sunday 19 May my wife and I made the trip with free tickets given by Northern Rail, who operate the trains, as compensation for the terrible service to urban commuters – my wife being one – over the past year (though to be fair it was probably more the fault of Network Rail, who maintain the tracks). No matter, a free trip up one of the world’s great scenic routes was not be missed.

A journey you should add to your ‘bucket list’; I’ve traversed the route many times but usually by car or on foot. It’s also perfect for a cycle ride if you are energetic.

For photographers: all taken with an Olympus OM20 with either 50mm f/1.8 or 28mm f/2.8 Zuiko lens, on Fuji Superia 200 film. Most of the pictures here were taken just as mementos of the journey but I did manage to spend a little time on one or two more interesting photographically I think, so they will eventually be posted on my other blog – grumpytykepix – in fact one already has. I don’t take very many pictures from train windows but if you would like to see some more you’ll find more on my wife’s blog, piterelu, taken with her Lumix GF1 digital camera.

Some month’s ago I removed the requirement for me to approve comments before they appeared and until now that had not resulted in a lot of spam comments. Sadly, over the past couple of days this has changed and, from the content, I suspect that it is originating in Romania or with a Romanian. I don’t think it a coincidence that it has happened after commenting on a Romanian blog – though I’m sure that blogger has nothing to do with it. Most of these spam comments were on past pages with content about Romania. It’s simple enough to remove it and that I have done, but it’s a pain. For some reason they have not been picked up by the usually excellent spam filter; the spammer seems to be ‘commenting’ from Facebook, which I hardly use. I hope it will stop. Va rog, sa va opriti!

Mackerel – don’t overcook

However, I have a pleasanter fishy thing to blog about – mackerel. Among the cheapest of fish it is also a favourite for me and, I think, at its best prepared very simply. Those who follow this blog will know that I like cooking classic French cuisine, often a very complex and long-winded preparation, but for mackerel simple is super. So I thought I would share the way I do it, our meal last night, with you.

Too big for our 10 inch dinner plates, this fish takes about 14 minutes to cook. Very important not to overcook.

Too big for our 10 inch dinner plates, this fish takes about 14 minutes to cook. Very important not to overcook.

I have mentioned before that I am fortunate in having very good fish close at hand – in Leeds Kirkgate market where Marks & Spencer was born. Of course they would be even better straight from the sea and every time I eat them I remember childhood holidays in the Yorkshire east coast resort of Bridlington, getting up very early in the morning to go out on a small boat, line fishing, and returning with the boat full of mackerel just as most other holiday-makers were getting up.

The fish we had last night were large – way too big for the 25cm (10inch) dinner plate you see in the picture. We’re gluttons so had one each, but the only accompaniment was some crusty wholemeal bread.

As with pretty well all fish the only difficulty is making sure you don’t overcook them. At the size shown they take about 7 minutes a side under a hot grill (on a good summer day I’d do them over charcoal outside but this is a bit more difficult as you need more than usual separation between the coals and the fish, otherwise the outside can be overcooked before the inside is done). The meat close to the backbone should only just be cooked, still very moist and juicy and slightly pink.

I prefer the head left on but it can be removed for the squeamish. Make deep slashes, but not cutting right through, on each side of the fish. This helps them cook evenly. Rub the fish with oil then squeeze ‘French mustard’ (I use the best – Dijon) in each slash. No other seasoning at all; if you like things salty this can be added while eating but personally I prefer them without. Then under (or over) the grill, turning half way through. That’s it!

Gravlax, Scottish smoked wild salmon, monkfish tails or turbot – all wonderful – but none of them beat the taste of this simply prepared mackerel for me.

Having had an enforced break not only from posting but also from reading the blogs of those I follow, it’s been a real struggle to catch up. There were more than 500 email notifications of new posts etc going back to the end of March and I haven’t got through them all yet. To be honest, many have been ‘filed away’ unread but there are some bloggers who I know will produce something which I don’t want to miss in every post – fortunately they do not post every day, let alone several times a day. I’m slowly getting through these. Catching up on my other (photo/film cameras) blog was much easier as most of those I follow just post a picture or more, most writing very little if anything.

Birthday treats

:) So yesterday was my birthday – don’t ask how old but it’s very. I got some real treats.

:) First, a lovely Romanian lady found the one post I did manage to make a few days ago and followed this blog, so of course I went to hers. A wonderful site mainly devoted to Romanian food. She writes in Romanian but also in very good English. The title, amintiridinbucatarie (‘Memories of the kitchen’), is a clever play on the title of a very famous book by the Hans Christian Andersen of Romania, Ion Creanga, called ‘Memories of childhood’.

:) A ‘liker’ in this Romanian blog took me to my second treat – a young lady in Canada, of Romanian descent, who blogs not only on food but on my second passion too – photography. She provided the basic recipe for today’s evening meal but also, praising her father’s photography, took me to his blog, so I’ve signed up to that :) as a third birthday treat. I will not reproduce her recipe here , just click that link to find it, but I made one or two minor modifications which are noted below.

My modifications

1. I did think of eliminating the ‘g’ from the oil, making it rapeseed oil (from Yorkshire) but decided to go for the authentic Romanian – sunflower – instead.

2. I had some genuine homemade sausage in the freezer – made by my mother-in-law and smoked by my father-in-law in Romania, so I used these (we usually put them with another Moldovan staple – beans – which I adore). We also make both potato and bean casserole with smoked ribs of pork, or bacon ribs.

3. It doesn’t apply to the whole of Romania but in Moldova, in the north and east of the country, where my Romanian persona was raised, a dish without dill is almost unthinkable, so a generous handful of chopped dill went in a couple of minutes before serving.

:) 100+ followers

My other treat? I saw that the number of my followers had just passed 100. I know that’s small beer compared with many but it’s a great thrill to me, especially as my blog doesn’t meet the rule of four Us: I think it is usually ‘Unique’, and often ‘Useful’, especially when about food; but this blog is certainly not ‘Ultra specific’ – intentionally so – nor ‘Urgent’. Nor does it follow WordPress’s constant urging to post every day (from my observations bloggers who do that rarely manage to keep a high standard).

PS. Why no picture? The aroma from the ‘ceaun’ (Romanian pot) so excited my wife when she came in after her day of teaching she couldn’t wait to get it on the table, so I forgot to take the picture until after it had been eaten!

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