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Post by keltik on Apr 17, 2015 10:29:32 GMT
I like dinner. Who doesn't like dinner? Jesus, you'd have to be a sick sort not to like dinner. Now, before we get bossy about it, let's define dinner. I'm talking about the main meal of the day. Not that bullshit about breakfast ('the most important meal of the day'....yeah, fuck your ass, that's coffee.) Or lunch, which, if you're working, usually consists of some awful leftovers or some overpriced dubious object from a shop. I'm talking about the evening meal. The main event, with all the trimmings. ( What are trimmings, food-wise, actually?) I like cooking dinner, and my favourite night is a Friday. On Fridays, I make a special effort, stop off at a good supermarket, get the best stuff they have in meat, veg and wine, and lug it home and cook. What is you favourite dinner? I have a deep and abiding enjoyment of the French style of casserole, with roasted vegetables, a crust of bread with real butter, a belter of an Australian shiraz, and two German Shepherd dogs watching me fill my face. They know they will get some leftovers, so it's not sadism. Cook it up, folks.
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Post by Mr Tein on Apr 17, 2015 11:20:51 GMT
Do you mean dinner or lunch?
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Post by donavan on Apr 17, 2015 11:24:48 GMT
Or supper?
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Post by donavan on Apr 18, 2015 9:41:18 GMT
See no breakfast, and the thread is dead on its arse.
Breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dine like a pauper.
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Post by keltik on Apr 18, 2015 10:45:45 GMT
Tonight's dinner was a bit of an experiment, a Shepherd's Pie but using kangaroo instead of beef. The kangaroo fillets were about a third cheaper than the equivalent beef cut, but very lean. I cubed it and browned it off in a heavy casserole, had a piece and it had a rather curious flavour, sort of a cross between rabbit and beef, definitely a game flavour, so Coles are right to stock it under the "Game" label. Decided it might benefit from a Moroccan treatment, so added some cinnamon sticks, a few cloves, and half a dozen pitted dates etc, loads of garlic and a bit of chilli flakes, let it rest overnight and then put it into a pyrex dish and topped it with potato and a crust of cheese. Daughters ate a large helping, still none the wiser as to the donor animal. Chalk that up as a win.
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Post by donavan on Apr 18, 2015 11:04:32 GMT
I like rabbit but difficult to get hold of these days. Supermarkets don't stock it anymore.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Apr 18, 2015 14:41:07 GMT
If it's wabbit you're looking for, maybe this guy could help.
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Post by simpleton01 on Apr 18, 2015 18:52:45 GMT
I can verify that keltik doesn't eat breakfast. And that he makes a mean beef stew for dinner/supper!
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Post by donavan on Apr 19, 2015 11:05:16 GMT
I can verify that keltik doesn't eat breakfast. And that he makes a mean beef stew for dinner/supper! Poor sod, doing the cooking on his holidays.
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Post by keltik on Apr 27, 2015 10:39:54 GMT
In case I have given the mistaken impression that every night in my house is like the autobiography of Paul Bocuse, tonight's dinner was a cheese and tomato roll with a leftover pork sausage.
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Post by bimble on Apr 28, 2015 15:31:45 GMT
Tonight's dinner was a bit of an experiment, a Shepherd's Pie but using kangaroo instead of beef. The kangaroo fillets were about a third cheaper than the equivalent beef cut, but very lean. I cubed it and browned it off in a heavy casserole, had a piece and it had a rather curious flavour, sort of a cross between rabbit and beef, definitely a game flavour, so Coles are right to stock it under the "Game" label. Decided it might benefit from a Moroccan treatment, so added some cinnamon sticks, a few cloves, and half a dozen pitted dates etc, loads of garlic and a bit of chilli flakes, let it rest overnight and then put it into a pyrex dish and topped it with potato and a crust of cheese. Daughters ate a large helping, still none the wiser as to the donor animal. Chalk that up as a win. Pedant alert! Now keltik, you know what I'm going to say here: Shepherd's Pie is lamb, Cottage Pie is beef. Having said that, my mum always made Cottage Pie and called it Shepherd's Pie, and it tasted just as good. On another note, how was the cooking in your house when you were a kid? I assume we are mostly of an age where dad went to work and mum (even though she may also have had a job) cooked. If my mum was ever ill or away, my dad approached the kitchen with a baffled, apprehensive air. His signature dish was the Digestive Biscuit and Golden Syrup Sandwich: doorstep white bread, a quarter of an inch thick layer of butter. Digestive biscuits placed whole on the bread, then drizzled with golden syrup. Fucking YUM! I made some and served them at his wake, because people just wouldn't believe me. My mum, (now 92 and still dancing) was what we would call a good plain cook. A small repertoire of trad British cooking, but tasty as you like. All home-made. One of Roast Beef/Pork/Lamb/Chicken on a Sunday. Liver once a week coz it was Good For You. Excellent Shortcrust steak and kidney pie: you get the idea. My sister (some years older than me) came back from her first term at University and introduced us to a strange and exotic dish called "Spaghetti Bolognese". It had herbs in. Herbs? Oh uncharted worlds!
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Post by donavan on Apr 28, 2015 15:52:11 GMT
I remember the liver thing, fucking vile stuff. Sometimes it was sexed up with a bit of kidney. Even worse.
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Post by Suzi on Apr 28, 2015 17:12:11 GMT
My Mum overcooked vegetables and meat because that's the way my Dad like them. My Mum was an excellent cook forced to ruin practically everything she made at meal time because of my Dad's ridiculous obsession with 'undercooked food.' As kids, we put a lot of ketchup on meat just to put some moisture and flavour back into it. Think the Griswold's Christmas dinner scene with the dry turkey. And for all the harping she did that "we should eat all of our vegetables because they're good for you"... I doubt we got a vitamin out of them being that overcooked. Now, not everything ended up like that. My mum was an excellent baker; something I learned by her side as a little girl. I love to bake; I just limit it as we really don't need to eat all that sweet stuff and we would all weight about 300lbs. if I was always baking !!! My mum was the Jellied Salad Queen of The World. She had a WHOLE DRAWER in our kitchen just full of nothing but boxes of jello. I used to take all those boxes out of the drawer and sit at the kitchen table as a kid and build houses and stuff with them; there were THAT many !!! Every flavour and I am convinced to this day that she had, in her possession ... every jellied salad recipe there was going in the 60's and 70's. I've. Ate. Them. All. I don't have one box of jello in my house, nor do I make any of those jellied salads. Weird. My parents had liver once a week too. Pork liver fried in a huge, black cast iron skillet with onions and bacon. None of us kids would touch that stuff (even to this day; no liver ever) with a ten foot pole. Liver isn't that good for you. The liver of an animal and humans are like your cities water filtration plant. It cleans out all the toxins by running them through the filter; the animals liver you are eating is the filter. Now, you want to eat a filter used to clean toxins? I rest my case .... Bimble's mum may want to commiserate with mine on that point (she's 87 but I don't think she dances anymore; her balance isn't very good)
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Post by bimble on Apr 28, 2015 17:16:52 GMT
I now like liver........
I don't mean because you two hate it, I just like it as a grown-up (!) when I didn't as a child.
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Post by lostjockey on Apr 30, 2015 8:56:25 GMT
Had liver as a kid, usually with bacon but I wouldn't touch it now even if it had a sexy nightie on.
My mum was an OK cook until my dad died (I was ten) after which she couldn't be arsed. Pork chops and chips cooked in years old lard (that congealed in the chip pan in between meals) was about par for the course. And she'd cook the same thing night after night, bless her. But she did a good Sunday roast, always chicken which we had with mint sauce. How very dare us.
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