The Sugar Bar

If like me you love all things aged and vintage, that treasure chest of stored memories and dusty stories untold or forgotten, then looking through old photo albums must be a joy for you. Settling back home and unpacking is such a chore. So I’ve left bags, clothes and all of my randomness of a clutter to be strewn all over the bedroom. It’s procrastination station. But time spent at this station is time well spent (in my defense) because I’m taking a break looking through old photo albums and having a real hoot of a time. Literally, a HOOT. I’m guffawing so much with laughter, running all through the house squealing at the ridiculous atrocity of my past fashion sense and the awkwardness of teenage years, that period of fatty and carefree wonderment. A picture of my little sis in shocking pink floral tights and myself – a vision of angsty boyishness – brings forth tearful laughter so loud that I’ve drawn both my little sis and Mum to come join me. The more the merrier – to revel in the bittersweet and nostalgic times of the past, immortalized in yellowed, sticky pages of old photo albums within these (very fine quality, might I add) photographs on Kodak/Fujifilm paper. They’ve stood the test of time, aging very little and only in terms of colour. That means something!

Mama and Me

Many a times, when you get caught up in your own world and your own troubles – or for me get swept up in the hustle and bustle of a different city – one can forget so much. It’s good for the soul sometimes to look back and reminisce or as a Chinese idiom goes: 飲水思源 , to remember the spring when you drink water and be grateful for it. The source of my spring water, the source of inspiration for me is my mother’s cooking. And one very simple almost mundane dish she cooks is well-loved by the whole family and when talked about, bring wide smiles and big sighs – Mum’s spaghetti bolognese. Mum hasn’t had the time to cook a mammoth pot to feed all of us house of the hungry.

I stepped in. The first dish I cooked for the family since I moved home – squid, mussel & shrimp pasta in basil oil broth. A pasta combining both spaghetti and spinach fettucine (pffft..how half assed right?) and a good selection of seafood. I used a Jamie Oliver recipe which involved preparing a lovely lemon basil oil made from pounding basil leaves and anchovies in a pestle and mortar before adding extra virgin olive oil and lemon juice. This then went with with the broth produced from the cooking liquids of the mussels (and other seafood which I added because we’re such seafood fans). It’s not the same however. The satisfaction and that post-dinner rub-belly-and-’AH!’ feeling just wasn’t there. Mum’s cooking is still the best and everyone knows it. She’s spoiled our tastebuds.

groovy, baby

I’ve still much to learn. And my Mum is both proof and inspiration that one needs to keep learning and improving. Anyway, she’s pretty damn cool too. I’m sure you’d agree if you saw some old pics of her, her wardrobe and the dresses she used to make for herself and friends. East London vintage shops, my mum could put you all to shame! I might have forgotten this for quite a while, or rather, have always known it but with time have not been quick to remember it – I am who I am today because of my mother (and of course, my dearest paps. I was a tomboy before, so I think my paps helped a lot in that area. Actually, I’m still very rough around the edges with a heart that’s half dude) and boy, she was and still is a beautiful and intelligent woman.

Ah. Mothers and daughters, right (and fathers and daughters)? Rock on, y’all.

Have I been missed? I’ve been away for quite a bit that’s for sure (nose deep in books, essays and my laptop til my eyes crossed) and so has the sun. But just for today (can’t be too confident with English weather) – for one day only? – the sun is out and I’m back with a quick and scrummy blogpost.

When summer arrives in its fully glory, I have less exciting food cravings and more urges for ice cream and fruit. I’ve some friends who completely lose their appetites too which of course is just a little sad. If its unbearably hot and humid, I get too grumpy to even bother with food. My cure is to sit on the patio, feet soaking in the koi pond whilst I guzzle down jugs of iced water or soda. One way to restart your tastebuds, however, I find is eating something with a combination of flavours like hot and spicy, sweet and sour, sweet and savoury. And that brings me to this seasoning for bibimguksu noodles, or a Korean spicy mixed noodle dish. I don’t have all the right ingredients but what I really wanted was the sauce so I decided to use the recipe for its seasoning and whack it into my own concoction of ingredients that I had on hand. This is not authentic bibimguksu I’m afraid.

I’m unembarrassed to say I’m currently going through a barren-fridge moment. Living off junk and processed foods, completely in line with being a starving student/artist type. I know students get so much mick taken out of them and wrongly accused for being bad cooks, etc. I beg to differ. The student race can be pretty talented at cooking, a discerning food shopper and foodie right down to his/her toes. Only when the going gets tough, do we get a little lazy. Doing the washing up, food shopping, cooking properly on the hob all gets thrown out the window for takeaway, cold sandwiches bought cheaply from Tesco, dry cereal, microwaveable meals and cuppa soups. I shudder even as I type that but yea, that’s really my life at the moment. I hope you can sense the dread and utter unwillingness.

I’m starting to lose my train of thought now and before this post actually gets nowhere and bores everyone to death, let’s just say I was pretty glad to have fresh ingredients between my hands this afternoon, to get out the chopping board and to see a real proper hot meal appear before my eyes in the kitchen. This is quick and I swear, one of the best sauces for preparing noodles. Totally delicious.

Recipe can be found on My Korean Kitchen that is a wonderful reservoir of Korean recipes. Here, I’ve reproduced the part containing the seasoning.

I’ve used soft egg noodles and fried it with onions, garlic, yellow peppers, sansai vegetables and codfish. Fry this all together, then add the pre-mixed bibimguksu sauce and garnish with whatever you fancy; some ideas like boiled eggs, black sesame seeds, chilli pepper, spring onions.

Bibimguksu sauce
Ingredients
2 tbs gochujang (Korean hot pepper paste)
2 tbs rice vinegar
1 tbs soy sauce
1 tbs honey
1 tbs sesame oil
1 tbs brown sugar
sesame seeds, lightly toasted (for garnish)

This yields 2 servings.

Mix together well. Set aside until use for mixing into noodles.

When it comes to cooking, not that I know or am skillful at all cooking methods, deep-frying is one of those things I avoid. Shallow-frying, on the other hand, I find thoroughly satisfying. The latter is not any big achievement for sure. It’s just hot fat in a pan, and in you stick your food, out comes this deliciousness with a fairly crispy exterior. Dead easy. But the sizzling of hot fat in a pan is music to my ears, the scent of whatever you’re cooking wafts up so much quicker than steaming or boiling or stewing. It doesn’t pervade the whole kitchen and surrounding rooms as roasting in the oven does but it certainly is eau de parfum compared to eau de toilette.

And there’s something quite therapeutic about watching fresh sage leaves frying in a pan and watching them darken, curl then crisp up. Almost a bit like fresh prawns going from grey to crimson, curling as they cook from the heat. What a sight! I’ve been mulling about quite a few things lately, and there’s lots of stuff I don’t personally approve of happening at work so it was quite nice to empty my mind of everything and simply focus on preparing myself a hot cooked lunch.

I last had gnocchi at Cafe Uno with loads of assorted mushrooms and a green pea sauce. The dinner crowd wasn’t huge and we were the only non-family trio there with a bottle of white to share. I’d not dined at Cafe Uno before but considering how delicious my gnocchi was, I wouldn’t mind going back again for more. Except, I remembered ogling at a plate of burnt butter and sage gnocchi over at Manggy’s blog and it looked far more delicious than what Cafe Uno had served up (no offense). The way Manggy seared his gnocchi and scattered the sage leaves on the plate…you need no words to describe it, except some flutterings of the heart. And there, I can’t help but say homecooking simply is the best. I love eating out but recreating similar dishes at home is just as wonderful, if not more.

This really is a non-recipe. Just add butter to a frying pan on gentle heat. When the butter melts, add the sage leaves and fry until they crisp up. I followed Manggy’s method of removing the sage leaves but added a tiny squeeze of lemon juice to the hot butter. Once the gnocchi were cooked, I drained and then added it to the hot butter. Quick toss then transferred to a warm plate, seasoned with salt and black pepper before adding the reserved sage leaves to the gnocchi.