Six years have passed in a blink. In 6 more perhaps, though certainly in 12, your world’s horizon will be much broader than it is today and I will occupy a very small part in it. This is good. But I have a lot I wish to share with you and much I wish for you to carry with you. These are my letters to you.
I love beetroots, they are so unassuming, but there aren’t many vegetables with quite the same substance and elegant potential. Dress them down and they are comfortable in a farm kitchen as borscht, perfect with the thick sour cream of Eastern Europe. But give them a little love and they can make chicken consommé sparkle like a ruby, fit for a royal banquet. They can stand up to strong flavours with ease and so make a great side salad to smoked mackerel or salmon. Assertive as they are, though, they don’t tend to overpower other ingredients, but instead can accentuate their character. Add some young golden beets among the potatoes around your next roast chicken, for example, tossed with olive oil and thyme, and notice how the sweetness of the meat is brought to the foreground.
My only beef with beetroot is that it’s so often neglected, or even worse, mistreated. Boiled until soft, so much of its colour and soul leached into the cooking water, how can it not disappoint us with insipidness? There are better, if slower, ways to allow beetroot to live up to its full potential, and my favourite is roasting it in a salt crust. Rather than weaken, its savouriness intensifies as it roasts, while its texture relaxes and becomes more tender.
A salt crust is a simple mixture of, usually coarse, salt and egg whites. Mix about half a kilo of coarse sea salt with the white of one egg until the whole mixture feels like wet sand and roughly holds its shape when pressed together between your palms. Within this treasure, encase your one large blood-red beetroot and one golden beetroot, washed well, but left with their skin on. It’s easiest to do this in a small roasting pan. The key is to make sure the crust has no gaps or cracks and the beetroots are nestled safely within it. Place them in a 180°C oven for 2 hours.
When you take them out, break the crust with a knife, and when the roots are cool enough to handle peel them and dice the red one(s) in half-centimeter pieces. After you marvel at your blood-stained hands, it’s time to assemble your tartare.
As with the meaty version of this dish, the balance of the mixture is subject to personal preferences, so use your taste buds and good sense, not just my words. My current taste dictates that for every portion I combine a loose half cup of diced beetroot, a quarter teaspoon of red miso paste, a few drops of aged balsamic vinegar, a few drops of Worcestershire sauce, half a teaspoon wholegrain mustard, one and a half tablespoon diced cornichons, half a tablespoon finely diced shallots, half a teaspoon of diced capers (I like the ones preserved in salt, rinsed well before using), a glug of the best olive oil in the house, and a few dashes of Tabasco. Mix this well until everything is even throughout. Taste for salt and add accordingly.
The golden beetroot should be puréed in a blender with some smoked salt and enough olive oil to make a firm golden cream that holds its shape when spooned. It helps to make more of this than you need; it’s perfect on some toast with some smoked mackerel and sour cream.
To assemble, place your tartare in the middle of a plate, in a ring if you have such things and top with a rounded tablespoon of the golden cream. I like to decorate with a few dots of sour cream, dainty rings of sliced red shallot, herb flowers, a dusting of smoked paprika, and a drizzle of olive oil. Serve with toasted crusty bread, a lightly dressed green salad, and extra Tabasco on the side.
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Here we are again, then, looking back at another year and what a year 2016 turned out to be! Let’s focus on the musical highlights of the year, rather than its shadows. In no particular order, these are my favourite albums of the year we leave behind. It’s not a long list (and I confess there are still albums I’d like to have listened to more carefully and which may have ended up on this list), but it shines bright.
Every year, I collect my favourite albums and present them here and 2015 is no different. There are many that I still haven’t had a chance to listen to, so this list is perhaps a bit incomplete. No matter, here they are, in no particular order, except for the first track, which comes from my top album of 2015! Courtney Barnett’s “Sometimes I sit and think, sometimes I just sit”. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
I remember discovering this dish in a magazine when I was a young teenager. Cold meat? A liquefied sauce made from tuna and eggs? It was unlike anything else I knew at the time and I was instantly hooked. Who knew that food could be so different and delicious (I grew up a long time ago in a small Greek town, far, far away, so some allowances should be made to my teenage mind).