Showing posts with label bacon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bacon. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 December 2015

Real Men Don't Eat Quiche



Real men don't eat quiche. Indeed. This was the title of an article in a girlie magazine of way back when. The idea was reiterated recently in a local beer ad here in South Africa that had it that real men don't drink pink drinks.

The idea probably rides on the macho image of South Africans as serious meat eaters. I tend to agree, but certainly took this magazine article as a challenge. The same sort of challenge that our English language teacher posed to us in class on the subject of essay themes.

He would set us a theme, then add that it stands us free to rather write an essay under the title “My Dog Spot” instead. He offered to then mark such essay accordingly. I often toyed with the idea of writing such essay in addition to the regular set theme, then hand it in, marked as my entry to his challenge. Sadly, I never did. It would have been a great opportunity to write something extraordinary and creative on such an inane subject. A chance to really think up something with a twist.

On a recent upcountry road trip we chanced to stop for lunch in the delightful town of Senekal in the Free State province. It was a balmy day and we were on our way to the stopover at Colesberg, still some distance away. At the bottle store we made enquiries as to a quiet place for a light lunch and was directed to a local coffee shop where we had the most delicious quiche imaginable.

The old magazine article immediately sprung to mind and the idea of a challenge was born. Busting some myths, no less.

Real men don't eat quiche. Yea, right.

So, having taken up the challenge, I did some searching on the internet and found, as usual, a myriad of recipes. There are plenty examples of quiche using various vegetables as well. Having taken bold the step of going outside of manly machismo, I decided to make a classic quiche, just because of the value of the challenge. Perhaps also because it is the festive season and holiday weather here in the Cape. And, after all, it is some form of culinary adventure. The recipe is adapted from several on the internet, with a view of having a classic rich version that is easy to make.

Here is my humble attack on the myth of real men not eating quiche.

Quiche Lorraine a la The Hungry Sailor.


Ingredients

For the crust


1 cup cake flour
1/3 cup real butter or shortening
1/4 teaspoon salt
2-3 dessert spoons water as required.

For the filling


250 ml cream
250 ml full fat cottage cheese
3 large eggs, slightly beaten
Sprig of parsley, chopped
½ of a medium size onion, grated
1 cup bacon, diced
¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg
½ cup grated cheddar cheese
½ teaspoon smoked paprika

Process


We start with the crust. I made this one in an aluminium foil pie dish, as I do not possess a porcelain or stoneware version. Dice and chill the butter. Mix the flour and salt, then rub the butter into the flour. Add just enough water to make it the consistency of dry wall plaster or dry-ish plasticine. It should not be runny at all. Spray the pie dish with a suitable release agent or butter the dish. Line the pie dish with the dough, pressing it down and making sure it has an even thickness all around. Roll it out flat if you want to. Park this in the refrigerator while the oven heats up.

The oven should be heated to 200ºC/400ºF. Bake the cold crust for ten minutes, then remove from the oven. Allow the crust to cool. Remember that it is now very brittle, so don't bump it.

The filling is prepared as follows: Fry the bacon lightly until almost done, then drain on a piece of paper towel. Grate the onion and drain it on some paper towel as well. You don't want too much of the onion water in your filling. If you have reservations of grating the onion, just chop it finely, like I did. The onions go into the filling raw, so you don't want large pieces.

Mix the cottage cheese and cream thoroughly. Add in the eggs. You may beat the cream beforehand till it just goes slightly stiff. Now mix in the onion and parsley and add some nutmeg to taste.
Building the final product is easy. Spread the bacon in the bottom of the crust, then pour in the cream and cheese mix. Sprinkle some grated cheddar cheese on top, along with a whiff of smoked paprika.

Carefully put this assembly into the oven at 180ºC/350ºF. If you think you may have a mishap and break the crust or spill the filling, assemble the quiche on the oven rack itself. It may make your life easier. Use an oven pan under the dish, as it may spill as it cooks. Now bake this for about 20-25 minutes. Allow the quiche to cool down properly before attempting to cut it. It is good when warm, but it will be quite brittle and soft when you take it out of the oven.

This quiche was easy to make, my first one. It is quite tasty and not nearly as rich as one would imagine. Goes well with a fresh garden salad. This dish can be eaten cold as well.

Bon appetit!





Authored by Johan Zietsman

Last updated on 2015-12-02

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Pampoensop, pasta karbonara en 'n gelykenis

2011-12-08 21h00

Ek het nog 'n hekkie gekruis vandag in die gebruik van die sekstant. Maar eers 'n gelykenis: Hoe kry mens 'n krokodil in 'n vuurhoutjiedosie? Met 'n tweezer, 'n verkyker en die vuurhoutjiedosie natuurlik. Jy neem die verkyker, kyk agterstevoor daardeur na die krokodil, wat nou klein lyk. Dan vat jy die tweezer, tel die krokodil daarmee op en sit hom in die vuurhoutjiedosie. Of hoe.

Moet nooit aanneem dat meganies ingewikkelde instrumente korrek aanmekaargesit is nie. Dit het my vandag opgeval toe ek begin speel met die verskillende onderdele van die sekstant. Toe kom ek agter die verskillende oogstukke is verkeerd inmekaargesit. Dit maak skielik 'n groot verskil.

En die grap is op my, soos hierbo. Nogal 'n ontnugtering. Maar ten minste het ek daaruit geleer. En ek weet nou hoe om die maan en sterre se hoeke te meet.
Ek het vandag die eerste keer in weke 'n seevoël gesien. Behalwe nou daar naby St Helena. Dis 'n klein wit voëltjie met 'n lang, skerp bek, baie soos 'n visvanger. Die voël se vlerke is lank en smal en die vlerkspan is in die order van 500-700mm, met 'n knak in amper soos 'n Stuka-vliegtuig, net na agter.

Die vlerke is swart aan die voorkant. Die voël se lyf is so 20-30 cm lank. Dis nogal jammer dat ek nie 'n boek oor seevoëls hier op die boot het nie.

Die voël het om die boot gevlieg en goed uit die water gepik vir so vyftien minute. Daarna het hy weggevlieg.

Ek het vandag my bedlinne, warm toppie en van my klere gewas. Die toppie ruik nou sommer weer lekker.

Dit was ook opvryf-en-poets dag vir die boot. Al die staal is met 'n lap, tandeborsel en poetsmedium (“rubbing compound”) bygekom. Mens staan verstom oor die spoed waarteen vlekvrye staal roes aan boord.

Die poetseryt was toe nie so erge negatiewe ervaring nie. Na so 'n uur of wat is die werk toe oor. Daar duik tog egter 'n spook of twee uit mens se dienspligtyd op. Vir my was dit nie goeie herinneringe nie en ek het liewer dit beskou as 'n liefdestakie. Jy sal dit in elk geval doen op jou eie boot.

Drikus het vandag kos gemaak. Dit was nogal 'n verrassing, want hy het bestanddele ingesmokkel vanaf St Helena. Bykin, nogal. Toe kry ons pasta karbonara, voorafgegaan deur 'n pampoensop. Ons het gesmul!

Pampoensop
Bestanddele:
1 botterskorsie (“butternut squash”)
3 aartappels
1 ui
botter
sout
peper
water

Metode:
Braai die gekapte ui in botter tot bruin. Voeg die res van die bestanddele by en kook tot papgaar. Dit help as jy die groente redelik fyn sny, dan werk die masher nie so hard nie en die kos kook gouer deur. Verdun die sop met water of melk na smaak.

Pasta karbonara
Bestanddele:
250 g gesnipperde ontbytspek (bykin)
1 ui, gekap
olyfolie
sout en peper na smaak
witsous
250 g pasta
kaas na smaak

Metode:
Braai die gekapte ui in olyfolie tot dit mooi bruin en gekarameliseer is. Verwyder van die hitte en en hou eenkant. Braai nou die spek tot dit bros raak, ook in bietjie olyfolie. Voeg alles bymekaar en voeg dit by die gekookte pasta. Voeg nou so skeut vars olyfolie by die mengsel, asook die witsous en dien op.

Mens kan kaas by die witsous sit of dit agterna oor rasper..

Ek ek is seker daarvan dat 'n biejie knoffel nie juis erg skade sal aanrig nie. Maar dis vir later. Ons het gesmul. Dit was ons eerste tweegang-maaltyd op die reis.

Die see was vandag baie kalm en die wind maar swak, toe het ons maar weer die enjins gebruik. Maar teen vanaand het die wind bietjie opgekom en ons seil van net na sononder af. Die see is baie plat, so 'n halwe meter tot een meter deining. Dis gedeeltelik bewolk, seker so 80%, maar dis dun wolkies met die maan wat so deurskyn en alles in 'n sagte lig baai.

'n Baie rustige nagseil met die water wat gesellig teen die boot verby klots. Mens raak sommer ekstra rustig.

Ek slaap nou minder as aan die begin van die reis. 'n Mens se liggaam en gees is nou uitgerus en mens is nie meer so fisies aktief nie. My slaappatroon het verander dat ek telkens in die nag slaap wanneer ek nie aan diens is nie. In die dag weer vat mens so siesta of twee so tussen skofte deur. Dis op die ou end genoeg slaap.

Vandag het ek my bungee-handlyn in bedryf gestel, maar niks gevang nie. Ek sal nog 'n lokaas bou met die papsak wat Carol ingepak het, dan kyk ons weer. Renier se lokaas wat ons sleep het ook nog niks gevang nie. Hy reken dis normaal vir hierdie area. Die vis begin eers byt daar naby Brasilië se kus.


Authored by Johan Zietsman
Last updated on 2012-12-12