Wednesday 27 February 2013

Hola Madrid ... a weekend of gourmet grazing

Enjoying the sunshine in Plaza Mayor

Living in the London for the past two years I have a new appreciation for the sun - I've become a bit enamoured with it, which is a strange sensation for a Queenslander raised in a town where a gloomy day is an exception. Its rarely sunny in London, so I now crave the feel good effect of the sun’s warmth on my skin and the healthy surge I feel after a good dose of vitamin D. Being outside in the sunshine is where I love to be now, so when we landed in Madrid and the Spanish sunshine was already streaming through the aircraft window, I took it as a sign that it was going to be a good week! 

Madrid is a great food destination – but this trip marks an extra special food adventure for me as:
a. Madrid is home to Mercado San Miguel – one of my top 10 favourite food destinations
b. Madrid is always at least 5 degrees warmer than London in winter and infinitely brighter and sunnier;

but best of all, for this visit to Madrid my Bestie Kelly will be flying in from Stockholm to spend a long weekend with me!!

Kelly and I, both in need of an escape from the European winter, planned a girl’s weekend - the agenda for which was as follows:

Walk – Talk – Eat – Drink  

..... what a great location in which to do it!  

Soaking up the Spanish sunshine in Plaza Mayor

We booked a great apartment right on the edge of Plaza Mayor and only 2 blocks from Mercado San Miguel (my favourite Madrid foodie haunt).

Cava and paella for lunch


The Plaza Mayor is surrounded by calles (side streets) leading off the main square that house Tapas bars and restaurants which are usually overflowing with tourists and, more importantly, locals. By paying attention to the cafes housing the locals, all speaking Spanish as they enjoyed their Bocadillos (fresh white rolls overflowing with hot calamari) and beer, we could quickly identify the ‘best’ places in town.

La Campana - Best calamari in Madrid!


Fresh, hot and perfectly cooked


Tapas restaurants are growing in popularity in Australia and the UK but a traditional Spanish tapas experience is something that every foodie needs to have at least once in their life! 

Lots of the Traditional Tapas bars in the old city of Madrid are decorated both inside and out with brightly coloured blue, yellow and white Spanish/Portuguese azulejos (tiles) which decorate the entry and often run along the length of the restaurants’ walls.



Colourful tiles decorating the Tapas Bar


Menus are written in Spanish on mirrors or tiles behind the bar and the restaurants have long polished bars which run the room's length where patrons can lean and rest their drink (a cold beer or glass of wine) which is always served with a small snack of either olives, chorizo (or pork sausage), cheese, bread and oil ... all provided gratis.

I’ve been told that in Spain it’s considered a travesty to serve alcohol without some food! Seriously … this is living!

Tapas Menus


 


I ventured out on the Metro and discovered the neighbourhood of Chuecha which is home to the Mercado San Anton – a high end, three story market containing a gourmet butcher, charcuterie (deli specialising in dressed meats and meat dishes), organic fruit shop, artisan bakery, fish monger and traditional tapas store selling tortilla (Spanish omelette), salted cod fish on toasted bread, chorizo and paella. The other find was a hugely popular coffee bar where, like me, others had escaped from the rain

San Anton is less touristy than Mercado San Miguel. I don't speak Spanish, but at San Anton I found my fluent ‘food language’ came in handy. In my travels, I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter if I don’t speak the local language, I usually find that by using a friendly smile and trying a hello and thank you in the local tongue, combined with some pointing and enthusiastic hand signals, I manage to get by and order successfully. 

At Mercado San Anton, I approached the coffee bar and started with a hesitant ‘hola’ (hello) followed by a shy ‘one café gracias’ (one coffee please)  …. And a big smile when the barista held up the jug of hot milk … I’d successfully ordered my first café con leche! (white coffee)

cafe con leche!

Madrid’s markets are so alluring – The Spaniards have absolutely mastered the art of food presentation - big, airy markets where the walls are lined with good quality food stalls, cafes, sweet stands and wine bars. Patrons move with ease between the stalls with their glass of wine as they collect small taste tests from their desired stand and enjoy them on large stand up share tables located in the centre. The share tables also serve as brilliant advertising vehicles - as other people join you at the table, and you see what they've ordered, you suffer immediate food envy and sneak off to get a portion for yourself! 

There is no pressure to choose the perfect dish or the chef’s signature dish at San Miguel – you can have a little taste of everything … Perfect.



Madrid’s Jamon Bars are another favourite – They are a large scale ‘posh deli’ – they have a large central serving area where you can buy a small beer for 80 cents that is served with a portion of chorizo, or a small ham roll. The outer perimeter of the store is lined with a huge assortment of cured meats they often have whole cured Iberico hams hanging from the roof. Jamon Iberico de bellota is favoured for its unique taste which apparently is developed due to the diet of sweet acorns that the pigs feed on giving a unique flavour to the meat. 



Charcuterie at Mercado San Miguel

Madrid is not a city for vegetarians. The charcuterie contain glass enclosed counters overflowing with small offerings of salamis, Chorizo, Jamon Serrano and other deli items such as mortadella and smoked legs of ham.

When it comes to Madrid’s amazing depth of offerings - Mercado San Miguel remains my favourite. A beautiful steel framed open air market completely surrounded with glass walls which allow the light to flood in resulting in a bright and cheery space. The walls are lined with an assortment of amazing stalls – there is something for everyone at San Miguel.
 

San Miguel by night
 
The mandatory starting point for any visit to San Miguel is the wine bar 'Pinkleton and Wine' where 3 euros buys you a chilled glass of rose wine which you then carry around as your peruse the food stands – In Jane Austen style, I like to ‘take a turn around the room’ discovering the croquette stand for a little deep fried parcels of potato-ey tuna, gorgonzola or ham goodness, followed by some salted codfish or smoked salmon on toasted bread, a serve of garlic prawns, or some flash fried calamari served with a huge wedge of lemon. A portion of paella with seafood or with chorizo – the saffron stained rice gleaming yellow from behind the glass enticing you to ‘try me, try me’

Pinkleton and Wine - Wine Bar



Sometimes the food even comes to you. A stall owner walks around with a mobile stall selling hot wedges of tortilla (Spanish omelette). There is row upon row of olives – heaven…. and they aren’t even bad for you! This place is a treat for anyone who likes olives, they even sell olive kebabs where large olives have been de-seeded and then they are stuffed with big flakes of smoked tuna and sundried tomato ….






 


The air is filled with the aromas of grilled prawns, spicy sausage and ripe cheeses. Paprika is dusted on everything - roasted potatoes, grilled octopus ... each of the tapa on offer are all handcrafted and care is evident in the presentation. Its like a savoury tea party
And don’t forget sweets – after indulging in the savoury goodness, try something sweet – Churro (doughnut) dipped in hot chocolate – fruit wedges or marshmallow dipped in chocolate, sweetened nuts or be healthy and opt for huge crimson strawberries ... of course they can be ordered fresh .... or for something more decadent, dipped in Belgian chocolate!



This is why San Miguel Market is always one of my Top Ten destinations. There really is something for everyone. 

a visit here is an aerobic workout for my senses ...

First: It’s my sight that’s stimulated as I take in all the offerings from the stalls - the colours … the textures all get my taste buds tingling. I make up my mind; I’m going for the salted cod toast first …
But then … wait – I change my mind as an alluring aroma of garlic wafts past invading the space and I hear the sound of the prawns sizzling on the grill, the popping of the cork on the bottles of bubbly Cava … the buzz of the store owners serving their goods and the appreciative hum of the visitors – the buzz of so many different accents - all sitting together at the share tables enjoying their meals
But it’s the smell of the garlic and chilli infused oil being gently heated before gambas (prawns) are added and grilled in the fragrant oil creating a small bowl of garlicky goodness that captures me.

I order a portion and enjoy the prawns which disappear quickly before I break up the crusty roll and use it to soak up the garlic goodness ….

If you’re in to food, the whole experience touches your heart and then the final sense lingers in your memory … the taste!


Monday 18 February 2013

I love Ireland ... to be sure

'In Dublin's fair city' ... Molly Malone 

What food inspiration do you draw upon for a country where the culinary centre revolves around .... potatoes!

Well ... you write about the other Irish food - the liquid meal ... a Pint of Guinness.

The Perfect Pint





Ireland is a great destination and Dublin is a fun city - but unlike many of its European neighbours where people come back to London talking of delicious culinary experiences like Italy's pasta, Spain's Chorizo, Greece's gyros ....  people come back from Ireland talking about:

1. Guinness
2. The Irish sense of humour
3. The green rolling hills and spectacular scenery

Irish folklore has it that a pint of Guinness contains the same nutrients as a roast dinner (not sure if that's true, or if its just Irish Craic!) but one truth I do know to be true, is that Guinness tastes better in Ireland and it tastes best when consumed at The Gravity Bar - the 360 degree rooftop bar at the top of the Guinness Storehouse in Dublin.

Guinness Storehouse, Dublin




I have been lucky enough to do two trips to Ireland in the last six weeks. Ireland is a country that boasts Live Traditional Irish Music, Irish stew, Soda Bread, Black Pudding, Green rolling hills, Friendly locals who are up for a chat and a laugh and endless pubs offering pints of black beer.

Irish stew


Even though at this time of year, the winter weather can be dire (grey and wet), the warm people and great vibe make it a great holiday destination any time of year..... Its impossible to be unhappy in Ireland!

My favourite Irish Pub - Oliver St John Gogartys - is located in Dublin's Tourist Heart, Temple Bar. Gogartys is a Dublin Institution. We first stumbled across it by accident when we moved to the UK and visited Dublin in 2011 and we've been back every time since.

Oliver St John Gogartys - Temple Bar

 The Gogartys draw card is the awesome Irish Music - the musicians play live traditional Irish music from 2pm - 2am every day. It has a great restaurant and you can eat your meal in the main bar area so you can enjoy your Irish stew while you soak up the atmosphere which serves as a definite flavour enhancer.

Traditional Irish music from 2am - 2pm



We had some great meals in Ireland and I can report that the Irish obsession with potatoes is very real. One lunchtime, we ordered a fish pie that was topped with mashed potato and came with two sides .... roast potatoes and more mashed potato! Seriously, they love the stuff. I'm not sure the benefits of a low carb diet have caught on in the Emerald Isle.

So ... to be sure ... Ireland never disappoints - and to sign off with a carbohydrate inspired Irish Toast ...

'Here's to eyes in your heads and none in your spuds'


Monday 11 February 2013

I'm not a Buddist... but I think I was Italian in a previous life ....


I have just come back from the most amazing Foodie Holiday in Tuscany - In 4 days I soaked up the Italian Winter sunshine, breathed in the fresh Tuscan air, consumed the most delicious, fresh, simple Tuscan fare complimented by chilled Prosecco and Chianti ... and most importantly solidified old friendships with my London mates and made some brilliant new friends.

It was only a short break - a getaway with four of my good 'fellow trailing spouse' friends in London - But it turned out to be four days of therapy for my soul. I left feeling completely lifted by indulging in two of my great passions ... cooking and travel.

Varramista Vines

Travelling with a group of '4 Super Stylish Foodie Devotee Aussies' we landed in Pisa where we were quickly whisked off on a mini bus (driven by an Italian Stallion called Diego) to Varramista Estate. Upon arriving, we wove our way through the estate passing vineyards and run down old villas up a winding hill to our beautiful Villa, and home for the next four days, 'Podere Frasca'.

Our Villa - 'Podere Frasca'

We were welcomed by our lovely host Livia and our resident chef Leo who met us with  a glass of Prosecco and we had a chance to get to know our other fellow guests.

Our Host Livia and Tuscan 'My Region' Master Chef Leo
Varramista is located just outside of the small village of Capanne. The Estate dates back to the 1300s and its the country residence of the Piaggio Family (designers of the Vespa Scooter). We bunked down in twin rooms with views of the Tuscan hills. I shared with my friend Lindsaye and we woke up to sunshine steaming through our window - what a way to wake up!



We were joined by 6 Brits, a lovely couple from Manchester , Two girlfriends from outside London and a Mother and Daughter travelling team. Food and wine is a such a binding influence - taking 12 strangers who love food and cooking and putting them in the Tuscan countryside with free flow Prosecco and wine and you're destined to see friendships develop ... turning in to a 'pseudo family' though was just a bonus!

 
We did a wine tasting tour of the vineyards at Varramista on the first night, escaped on a day trip to Florence on the second day and then hung out at the villa cooking (and dancing) up a storm. I spent four days smiling!

On our Florence day trip, Livia showed us the hidden delights of Florence, we explored the Doma, drank proper Italian 'stand up' coffee and had a nice long 3 course lunch in a trattoria hidden in the back streets. I love the way Italians indulge with food. Ingredients are always fresh and presented simply - its pure and authentic and everything is washed down with a cheeky vino. I realise how misinterpreted (or more accurately 're-interpreted') Italian food in the UK and Australia is.

FLORENCE: The Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore - The Doma

FLORENCE: Replica 'David'

 We explored the San Lorenzo Market soaking up the aromas and tasting olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I bought a special Parmesan grater mounted in a special catch box made of olive wood and a supply of sun dried cherry tomatoes. What a find the market was - The storekeepers were passionate about their food and I loved seeing the little old men and ladies out buying their daily supplies.

FLORENCE: Conti Deli at San Lorenzo Market
After our day trip we went home to the Villa to start our first cooking lesson. Our (sometimes frustrated) Tuscan Chef Leo dealt well with his 'super keen' students - with cries of 'pay attention' and 'its ok, its good' as the only feedback, we had a lot of laughs.

In our classes we learnt how to make Fresh pasta 'heels' with Italian sausage and truffles, Fresh ricotta and spinach ravioli with butter and sage, Guinea fowl with polenta and Stewed pork ribs with black olives and pine nuts - Then to satisfy our sweeter side, we made Cantucci (almond biscotti) and Tiramisu ... my mouth is watering at the sight of the dish names.... mmmm

It seemed that the Tuscan Cooking Secret was to cook using only the freshest ingredients - ingredients that are true to the region of Tuscany (Leo's Region) - onion, garlic, rosemary and sage ... and then allowing the dishes to simmer and bubble away, only taking them off the stove when they have reached perfection!

The other secret (and it was an important one) was only popping the Prosecco after the 'hard work' had been done!

The finished product

Cooking Time .... Guinea Fowl
Ravioli!
Leo keeping a watchful eye

Then after our hard work cooking, we'd sit down to share the meal together - it felt like a 'pseudo family'. Each meal time we'd change spots around the table allowing us to all get to know each other and build a bond - The food was superb, the company outstanding and the conversation and laughs geared on by the free flowing Italian wine - we stayed up late each night sharing stories and bonding. The people really made the trip so much richer an experience.

Dinner Time

The whole Italian cooking experience was 'rustic' ... 'authentic' We mixed pasta with a fork on a wooden chopping board and then rolled it with a rolling pin - we used what was traditionally considered peasant cuts of meat, stewing them until they were succulent and we made sure we used fresh, local ingredients - pulling sage leaves from the stems and finely chop, chop, chopping everything before adding it to the warming good quality extra virgin olive oil. The whole vibe of the holiday demystified Italian cooking - you don't need fancy equipment, you just need good ingredients and a sense of adventure!



On the last night we shared a 'last supper' - We spent the afternoon cooking, then had free time during which I read my book and drank wine watching the sunset - Tuscan solitude.


Then the guys came back from their walk, we cracked some Prosecco and danced to 80's tunes on the front lawn joined by Leo and our new British friends - I'll never forget it!

Under a Tuscan sun...set


The take away from this trip was to 'take my time' in making the dish and then, take my time again, when enjoying the dish. Carve out time in your day to indulge and enjoy meals and back away from short cuts and ready made meals.

It was a perfect escape from the London cold - it warmed my heart, I learnt new cooking tricks, ate great food and made new friends. It was worth every cent!

My new 'Italian sister' Livia told me she's coming to London to visit and we're going to cook together in my kitchen. That will definitely give me more blog material!


My Lovely Spouse Friends