Dim Sum

I’m not really sure what dim sum really is. I know what I like it to be, and I guess since the name of this blog is perception is truth then my perception of dim sum must be what it truly is.

My first experience of dim sum was a visit to the China Garden in Brighton with quite a few people who ordered quite a few different dishes from their dim sum menu. It was a bit of a revelation really, and since I love strong tasting food and lots of different tastes, dim sum was just the thing. If I could have my way in most restaurants I would order 10 starters and no main course, and that’s just what dim sum in the China Garden offered.

We went a few times after that (Grete of course had been loads before), and it was delicious every time. We found somewhere in Nottingham which did ‘ok’ dim sum, but it eventually turned into a buffet (cold mostly) and we couldn’t stomach it after that. We’ve not found anywhere as nice as the China Garden since, although we’ve not looked incredibly hard. There are some places which do dim sum in or around Nottingham but the menus are not as extensive as the China Garden and that variety is the whole point.

Anyway, we’re hoping to go when we’re next in Brighton so that should be nice!

Bread Chaos and the Bacon Cob

Talking about crumpets got me thinking about another bread product. If you take bread dough, and form it into small spheres, slightly smaller than your fist, and press then down a little and then bake them, what are they called? It’s a ‘soft bread roll’. Of course, you can make them crispy or slightly chewy, but it’s a bread roll (in the UK).

Soft bread rolls are usually used to make a sandwich of some kind, with either hot or cold food. There’s a picture of one to the top-left.

The fun thing about bread rolls in the UK (of this nature) is that they have a hundred different names depending on where you live. Bread roll is the more common name in the south of the country, or it’s a cob if you’re from the Midlands, or a bap maybe a little further north in and around Yorkshire, a barm cake, a tea cake (not to be confused with a tea cake which has fruit in it), or a breadcake. Some things it is not, it’s definately not a stotty (that’s a specific type of bread cooked in the bottom of the oven), it’s not a muffin despite the fact that some people may call it one in some parts of the UK.

And because the name of this item varies from place to place, and overlaps with other bread products, even in somewhere as small as the UK it can be hazardous asking for something in a shop because you might end up with completely the wrong thing.

So, where I live now, this is a bacon cob, and it’s delicious.


And I’m having some for breakfast tomorrow.

Crumpets!

They are delicious! Hot, buttered (well, not butter, we’re not allowed that any more) crumpets in the morning with a cup of tea, what more could anyone want.

Other than maybe a bacon cob.

I am constantly amazed by the variety of food that flour makes, all based on how it’s mixed, how it’s handled after it’s mixed and how it’s cooked.

I don’t know which is better (or least bad) for me, bacon cob or crumpets, but crumpets are my concession to myself for breakfast when I’m working from home and don’t want to risk buying bacon and eating too much of it.

Risotto

Actually cooked some food this evening, real food, from scratch.  Risotto, throwing in some random stuff that I hoped would be nice (shallots, grated parmesan, two leeks, smoked pancetta cubes, garlic, chestnut mushrooms and shiitake mushrooms).  Turned out really well, such a simple thing, but it’s so good that I actually felt like making something for a change.  Of course, I’m still making batches of The Soup, made some more last week, although this batch is so thick I can’t really put it into a cup, so I just eat it from the plastic container.

It did get me wondering about the actual difference between a soup, stew and broth though.  I read about, and there are some differences between soups and stews.

Soups,

  • can be eaten hot, cold, cooked or uncooked depending on the ingredients
  • usually thin and plentiful liquid content
  • soups are usually made in a reasonably short amount of time
  • usually eaten as a starter / appetizer in a multi-course meal

Stew

  • almost always eaten hot
  • thickened liquid, more like a gravy
  • often ‘stewed’ for longer, as the name suggests
  • more often eaten as a main course due to their more hearty content

Based on that, I’ve been making lentil stew, not soup.  Takes about 6 hours to make for a start and it’s now so thick that it doesn’t pour, in fact, if you dollop it onto a plate it retains it’s shape (not all batches are this thick).  Lentils, potatoes, leeks, shallots, swede, gammon or ham, carrots all stewed for a few hours.  I guess I could blend it after all that and put more water in it and it would be a soup!  But then of course it wouldn’t be as delicious and hearty as it is with all the lovely big lumps of vegetables.

A broth on the other hand is the liquid component of soup, or a soup made from boiling ingredients which are then removed.  I think.

So anyway, back to my risotto, the suggested portion size was 75g of rice per person, but I only really knew how much liquid to use for around 300g of rice (so four portions).  So I thought I’d make that much and freeze some.  Whacked in random amounts of everything else until it looked about right, and then we ate it all.  Mostly because it was delicious and mostly because Grete left some, and mostly because I was hungry.  But here’s the thing, what do you eat with risotto?  I would have eaten less if I’d been able to work out what to have it with rather than just eating a huge bowl of it.

Oh, and a few hours on my blood sugar was fine, so it looks reasonably good GI/GL (which I suspected), but I’m getting a bit peckish now.

And another thing, what fresh herbs would you have put into that?  I’m not really clever with fresh herbs and what works well, so what would have gone with mushrooms, leeks, pancetta?  Not too overpowering, but some subtle hint of taste would have been nice.

Food

Food is a topic very close to my hear. In fact, it’s a topic that’s probably congealing around my heart and arteries right now. There’s a saying, which may be a quote but a 2 second search didn’t turn anything up that some people eat to live while others live to eat. I don’t think this is necessarily isolated to food, some people go jogging to live while other people live to go running, and you can probably say the same for a lot of things, including working for a living.

The difference is that due to the health risks associated with eating some things or particular quantities of food, there is a stigma attached, or there appears to be a stigma attached to eating food for pleasure. So much so in fact that no one turns a head when it’s described as a guilty pleasure.

Obviously, I’m invested in food, so this is a partisan post, I can’t really be entirely objective about it. But I was thinking about the stigma of enjoying food for the sake of it, and whether we impose that guilt upon ourselves or not. I tried to abstract it out.

If you liked building ships with matchsticks, and found that an hour or two a day really calmed you down from work, made you feel happy and comfortable, and basically soothed you emotionally, no one would really bat an eyelid. Maybe if you made a lot of matchstick ships people might think you were a little lonely or something. But what if you spent two hours a day doing it, and it eventually caused Carpal tunnel or RSI? Your GP might suggest you cut back a little, that so much matchstick handling was causing you some damage that in later life would lead to serious issues. How would you feel?

And then I realised that sounded a lot like self-pity and unhelpful. So I thought about it some more and I think the issue is greed. It’s seen as greedy to want to eat food just for the sake of enjoying the food itself. Maybe it is, greedy in the same way as owning another car if you collect cars but can’t drive them all at the same time might be greedy. Or greedy like buying more music than you could ever sensibly listen to, because you’re a collector or enthusiast.

But that turned out to be pretty weak as well when I looked at harder.

  • Greed: Excessive desire for more than one needs or deserves

That kinda covers it, hard to really avoid that. So it’s not greedy to want to eat fantastic pleasurable food while you’re also hungry, but it is greedy to want to eat more than just mere hunger requires. The problem I guess, is that it is possible to want to eat pleasurable food while you’re hungry or without major impact but it’s still seen as greedy or a guilty pleasure.

Blurgh, I waffled and lost my train of thought and I give up. Maybe I’m just bitter about being diabetic, and how it’s affected my ability to just eat what I like, and that of course leads to the realisation that it’s probably because I ate what I liked that I became diabetic. Maybe. Or maybe it’s a combination of genetic makeup and diet, some people with my diet probably don’t become diabetic, which is doubly frustrating. It’s a lottery, the results of eating for pleasure are a lottery, while everyone who does it is viewed as greedy. Maybe thats it.

Who knows. I don’t that’s for sure, and this pointless post proves it.

Fresh Pineapple

Fresh pineapple is great, but never, ever eat a whole tub even though it’s supposed to be ‘one portion’ because by the last piece your stomach will be seriously rebelling.

Full of Fruit

Because I know you’re all desperate to know how the fruit was: It was excellent. Still pretty crisp, except for the kiwi fruit which is actually much nicer when it’s soft anyway. None of it was mushy, and none of it had ‘turned’, so that’s pretty good news I guess if I ever feel like putting in the effort to make my own again. Should last three or four days in the fridge.

I’ll see if I manage to keep making it (my expectations are pretty low, so if I was you, I would assume not).

Fruitful

So, Grete remembered to get the last pot of fruit out of the fridge this morning as I dragged my half-asleep ass out of the house, good job ‘cos I’d completely forgotten again! It’s lasted quite well, still looks pretty fresh. Popped it into a fridge at work, and I’m sure you’re all dying to know how it turns out, so I’ll be sure to let you know later …

Totally Fruitless

So I purchased a pineapple, two mangos, a tub of kiwi fruit and two melons last night, with the intent of making some little fruit bowls to bring to work, since I can’t get the ones I want here any more.

Spent 30-50 minutes last night chopping it all up, putting it into air-tight containers (6) and whacking them in the fridge.

And then left home this morning without picking one up. I’m working from home tomorrow so wouldn’t normally be after any fruit anyway, and by Thursday I’m sure they’ll be turning and going off.

Fruitless

I hate change, I am, without the smallest shadow of any doubt, a creature of habit. I can do the same thing, at the same time, all the time, without ever getting bored of it. I don’t mind change, as long as I’m aware it’s coming and have a chance to prepare, but unplanned change makes me annoyed. I can cope, I do cope, I’m actually really good at coping with it and dealing with it, but it doesn’t mean I like it.

I’ve gotten into a habit at lunch time, when I’m in the office, which helps with the diabetes and balanced diet, and that’s having a pot of fruit from the shop at work. Melon, pineapple, kiwi fruit and mango. Been eating it now for a couple of years, every day. They changed the packaging a while back, but the content stayed the same. It’s one of my five a day, it’s good for my blood sugar and it’s 0 fat.

And now, they don’t sell it. They’ve changed to a mix of melon, kiwi fruit, blueberries and pomegranate seeds. It’s disgusting. The juice that collects is rancid, the pomegranate seeds are terrible, the blueberries tasteless, and the kiwi fruit is squished and mangled.

I miss my mango dammit.

So today I’ve got a packet of crisps instead, how is that helping exactly!

Now I need to work on a strategy to get back to some fruit I enjoy.