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Monday 18th, August 2008

Another macaroni pie: recipe


Macaroni Pie


Macaroni Pie, originally uploaded by Lilandra.

I catch a vaps a couple days ago.
That’s all I can say.
After mom offered me frozen boneless chicken breast for me to grill for dinner (since she’d made curry salmon for dad…which only she and dad and sister-in-law eat and…none of them were going to be home to eat it!!!) and I refused, I found myself downstairs after we prayed ‘Asr boiling macaroni.

I decided I wanted macaroni and eggs, like we used to also eat as children (it wasn’t always the über cheese-laded macaroni and cheese we had - partly because we didn’t always have what we then called halaal cheese).

Then, of course, while the kettle was boiling water, before I even found the macaroni where mom hid it in her back kitchen, I decided a little cheese wouldn’t hurt.

So I grated the cheese leftover in the cheese container.
And then inspiration struck and I felt for macaroni pie!

But not the super cheesy fare that I generally like. I wanted to go back to some roots, a nice milky pie with a crumb topping.

I started boiling water around 5:20pm and put the pie in about 6:20pm and we took it out of the oven at 7:00pm. I was very impressed with the time. This of course included many trips to turn the hose tap on and off for mom, to collect my repaired fan from outside, to carry the cordless phone all around outside the house for mom just to find her in the front porch.

I also managed to have all the ingredients and pans prepped and ready before the macaroni finished boiling so I could relax while I waited.

All I can say is that this bread baking addiction must be teaching me some discipline and the cake-thing the importance of having pans prepared before-hand…(mise-en-place?)

Who’d've thunk!

And you know what?
It came out good.

So, if you want a different kind of macaroni pie from the previous (yet still trini! my brother’s mother-in-law makes her pie more like this) and not even the bajan pie, try it this way:

Ingredients

  • lots of boiling water
  • 1 pack of long thick tubed macaroni
  • couple squirts of oil
  • 4 tbsp butter or margerine or so
  • salt and black pepper to taste
  • 2 eggs
  • about 200g or so of grated cheddar cheese
  • one can (14oz) of evaporated milk
  • mustard
  • About two handful of crix (or some other appropriate topping…you can use breadcrumbs I supposed or another biscuit).
  • pepper sauce or other seasonings optional

Directions

  • Cook macaroni in salted boiling water and squirt some oil in so it won’t stick together (or cook it however you normally cook your macaroni).
  • Beat eggs with salt and pepper.
  • When macaroni done, drain it out.
  • In the same pot, melt 2 tbsp of butter and then add the macaroni. Stir. (You can do this over the burner or not. The pot should be hot enough that you don’t need it to be on anymore and you’re going to bake it anyway.)
  • Add eggs and mix.
  • Add the grated cheese. You can hold back some if you’re worried about it being too much or for an alternate topping. Mix it in.
  • Pour in the evaporated milk and mix. Is kinda liquidy now.
  • Add about 3 or 4 squirts of mustard (yes! I used yellow honey mustard! You can use whatever you want and how much ever you want) and stir it in.
  • Season to taste.
  • Pour into a pan (I greased my pan with some olive oil. The pie might be greasy enough that you don’t need to do this).
  • Crush the crix in a bag with a rolling pin and mix it with the remaining 2 tbsp melted butter
  • Sprinkle or layer the buttered crumb topping over the whole pie. Maybe if you press it in with the back of a spoon it mightn’t fall off as easily.
  • Bake in a 350F oven for about 40minutes or until you think it’s done or it’s got enough colour. We could’ve taken it out earlier but we wanted it a bit darker.

And ta-da! Another macaroni pie! Yum!

You can see all my other home made macaroni pie pictures here.

Saturday 16th, August 2008

Curry Salmon: Recipe


Curry Salmon


Curry Salmon, originally uploaded by Lilandra.

Once upon a time I used to eat curry salmon and roti.
But just like tuna sandwiches, before we go on vacation I used to tell mom to ease up on it. Being muslim and eating halaal while on vacation in the USA meant that we were pseudo-ovo-lacto-pescatarian with occasional meat if a masjid had some kind of share programme.

Since I’m not a fish-lover (the smell of baking fish really made me sick and mom seemed to do a lot of it when I was young…now it’s mostly curry and fry), I didn’t want to eat a whole lot of it just before we went away when I would have no choice.

After I broiled a salmon steak in my apartment in Amherst unsuccessfully and lived with the smell in everything for weeks (so it seemed), I wasn’t really able to eat salmon any more (not that I loved it to begin with).

Mom curried salmon for dad yesterday which is what inspired this post.

In March 2001, I was in Amherst and was snowed in. Not only was this my first encounter with snow and a blizzard to boot, but also The Food Network. I happened to be watching an episode of Cooking Live with Sara Moulton which seemed really interesting (a live call-in show? whoa! pity it got cancelled). I don’t recall if it was pre-recorded (as in a rerun or not) but she had a Caribbean woman (or maybe just a Caribbean cook) on it making some Caribbean recipes1.

Anyway, someone called in to ask about curry salmon (because I guess they were currying something1). She said her Trinidadian stepfather used to cook curry salmon and wanted to know if they had a recipe for it. He had said it was an authentic trini dish.

This completely baffled the guest (and maybe Sara Moulton). The guest said that that’s strange, are you sure it’s salmon? Salmon isn’t native to T&T so how would it be a typical dish.

Silly people.
If it were live and if I had phone privileges in my room I should’ve called in and told them…easy! Curry salmon from a tin! Geez. We live on an island yes but we have no problem cooking (even fish) from a tin. And seriously, if you want a quick meal better to curry from a tin than say wait overnight for the dry channa2 to soak!

Actually at that point I probably knew how to cook it and might have helped cook it on the sly before. Now I’ve forgotten.

And although I liked the show I was a bit disappointed. I wanted to know who the lady was and her qualifications or Caribbean experience because how could she not know of Curry Salmon and the widespread use of tinned foods in Trinidad and Tobago.

When mom cooked it yesterday I had to run out of the kitchen at some point because the smell was bothering me. And we had cooked white rice (parboiled and jasmine) in the fridge so he could either eat it with that or some roti.

Mom says whenever visitors stopped by her mom would curry a tin of salmon (and stretch it…potatoes!) so they’d have food to offer.

Dad says whenever visitors stopped by somebody would have to make a quick run to the parlour3 to get sweetdrink.

This is mom’s recipe for Curry Salmon. Even dad can make it:

Ingredients:

  • 1 large tin of salmon
  • 1 1/2 tbsp curry powder
  • 2 tomatoes
  • 1 medium onion
  • 4 cloves garlic
  • chives
  • celery
  • 2 small pimentos
  • potato (optional)
  • pinch of ground geera
  • 1 tbsp oil
  • 1/8 cup water

Directions:

  • Slice tomatoes, onion, garlic, celery, chives and pimento (and potato) thinly
  • Heat oil in pot
  • Mix curry and geera with water
  • Add onions to hot oil and cook until translucent.
  • Add curry powder mixture to pot and let it thicken or fry up.
  • When curry is fried up, add rest of veggies and seasonings (garlic, chives, celery, tomatoes, pimentos, potato) and let them cook a bit. You may add more water if you like and let it fry up.
  • Add salmon (with water from tin) and turn and mix and mash it up
  • It’ll be done when the salmon water is all dried up.

Serve with rice or roti or however you wish.

Footnotes:

  1. I found this Caribbean episode of Cooking Live. Not sure if this is it however. Hmm Tomato Choka, Dhaal and Curry Chicken - things we make at home.
  2. channa - chick peas, garbanzo beans
  3. parlour - a little shop, called a parlour because traditionally sold out of your parlour i think

That was fast!

Did you see Bolt?
I wonder if his parents will boff him for coasting at the end :-)

Ooo…we got a silver medal (Richard Thompson).

Back to sleep…

Friday 15th, August 2008

Sister needs a name

She is envious that Chennette has a name and I have a name.
But whenever we were online, Chennette and I always had pseudonyms.
She always used her real name.
What we were supposed to refer to her as?
Mother of our niece and nephew?
Her first name?
Guyanese?
She is both Chennette’s and my sister.
We have no other sister left after we count off each other.
Hmph.
She has no blogging/website identity so she’s defined by her relationship to us.

But Chennette thinks we should sign her up for a wordpress account so….

I know, you know her even less than we do so you have no idea.
If you’re even reading this.
If anybody is even reading this.

A Birthday Cake Story


White Velvet Butter Cake


White Velvet Butter Cake , originally uploaded by Lilandra.

I bought Rose Levy Beranbaum’s The Cake Bible along with a host of books I got recently. I did wonder why I was buying a Cake Book. I was a bit bolstered by the lack of much of them in our shelves but me? cakes? Anywayz, that story is for another day.

I’m here to tell you about the epitome of my cake desires…the jam layer cake.

And before I go any further:

Disclaimer: Today is not my birthday. My birthday does not fall around this day. In fact, August is certainly not my birthday month.

My family doesn’t really celebrate birthdays. (For the record, strict practising muslims, don’t celebrate birthdays at all). Even before we knew this, or tried to keep this, we never had birthday parties. For the most part birthdays were celebrated en famille with cake and ice-cream and no chores for the day. Since I wasn’t into cake (I didn’t think it was anything special), my “cake” was always Lemon Meringue Pie.

In fact, I think quite a lot of my (older) birthdays were spent sleeping. And you may not believe it, but those weren’t even the worst or most depressing of my birthdays.

Despite this, my first birthday memory was of a party. I think I was four. I think it was a birthday party. And I think it was mine. I remember thinking ooo! I’m celebrating my birthday and my cousin is being born. I think that was the most enthralling of my thoughts. Was it a real memory? I don’t know. When I ask mom she says it sounds about right. Where were my parents? At the hospital? But I think I really do remember this. It’s weird, huh?

Anywayz, once when I was older (twelve?), we went by my aunt and there was a birthday party. Details about why only Sister the Elder and I were there are sketchy. I’m not even sure if it was at my aunt’s house or if we went somewhere else from there. But I sort of remember two birthdays…or two birthday cakes all for the birthday girl (my cousin! and if she ever reads this, there’s no hard feelings). I don’t think my aunt was in control of this party…I mean I doubt it because I doubt I would’ve felt like … left out? side-lined? unimportant? I remember there was a cake all covered with a white buttercream (I think? or was it eggwhite frosting?) and m&m’s (or smarties?) stuck all over it as decoration. And I was a bit envious or … if not quite envious, depressed but very polite. There was nothing about it being my birthday. This is why I really think we were at a friend of my cousin’s house…or some of my cousin’s family…and somehow my sister and I were there. And you have to understand, I’m really sensitive. I cry easily. And alienation…well…that’s my good friend. Basically my memories of this are just me being sad, depressed, polite and not saying anything. (Why do people do this? Thankfully the next time this happened I was 21, and the third birthday girl was…10! and although all parties involved were family, I was smart and older and worried about other things).

Of course, my sister knew what was going on with me.
Maybe I said something to her or she saw my face or knew how a (was I about 12??)-year old would feel on her birthday when her little cousin has a birthday cake and birthday gifts and she doesn’t. I mean she would’ve been 17 (if I was 12…hmmm maybe I was younger…she could’ve been 14-16). Of course, maybe she just knew me!

And she promised me to make me a birthday cake.

A layered cake! Which is what I wanted and with jam spread between the layers.

And I was so happy.

She was the greatest sister ever.

I don’t remember the cake precisely. I’m not even sure when the cake was made (our family is all about 11 months after the fact gifts).

But I remember taking out mom’s three layer pans and my sister making a cake. Or that’s all I remember about the cake.

And so, nice jam layered cakes have always been something I want. Something I like. Of course, it helps when the cake is soooooo moist and delicious and paired with guava jam…Yum!


White Velvet Butter Cake


Have a slice of White Velvet Butter Cake , originally uploaded by Lilandra.

Because this is the first cake I made in a long time (not counting Chocolate Heart of Darkness), I posted a whole set on Flickr. Heh.

Monday 11th, August 2008

ARGH! Can’t decide between kitchen scales!

With this long baking spree from which I’ve been suffering, I’ve realized more and more (with ever increasing frustration) that I need a scale. We have an old spring scale that I don’t trust.

And I’ve been struggling to figure out what to get.
I’ve finally settled on MyWeigh scales but which.

They even have an article, comparing three of their scales but it’s not really helping me narrow down the decision between the kd7000 and the i5000.

I’m thinking of buying these specific ones from Old Will Knott Scales:

Decisions Decisions
Maybe sick Chennette will come online and read my links and contribute to my dilemma.

Look at me Go!



Lilandra’s Bagel Dough, originally uploaded by Chennette.

I mean, look at me kneading … ;-)

I thought this a funny picture.

Chennette took four pictures of me while I was making bagels.