can you spare some of that smoked salmon sandwich?

salmon cream cheese sandwich
This was going to be MY smoked salmon sandwich, and no one else’s. He did look hungry when he walked up to me and asked: “brother, are you gonna eat that all by yourself?” He probably hadn’t eaten for days, but he was polite enough and seemed friendly

What was I going to say? I wanted to tell him, Look, I’ve waited a few days to find some free time to grab a fresh loaf of that bread, you now, from that store across town that is so popular they always seem to run out of everything by noon and I never get a chance to get there till later. a little bit on the expensive side for that neighbourhood, but worth the long walk and the waiting in line. You know the one I’m talking about, right?

and then I’ve found a tub of that really god creamy cream cheese, I’ve had it in the fridge at work waiting for a chance to open it up and use it exactly on a sandwich like this one – with the smoked salmon and lemon-orange zest, bit of thyme to help it along the way. Continue Reading

baking is friendship

melting point

 

Baking is friendship…

The set up: how do you solve that question? Transporting FIVE THOUSAND glasses or plastic cups around the city, abroad, or to the planet Mars, each month without damaging the precious contents inside?

Precious contents, you ask? Well, the usual: fresh egg yolks, a little sugar, butter, fresh cream and milk, a HINT of ginger the slightest TOUCH of lemon grass. Like I said, the usual, but for pastry chefs, rather precious…

So, meet our little guinea piggies: from left to right we’ll call them Paul, Alex and Maria (or even, for our Russian friends, Pasha, Sasha and Masha). Continue Reading

shoot me – food photography tips 1

in-case1
For a long time, I had been preparing so many dishes and never taken a moment to take any photos of them. No one had even suggested any food photography tips to me, and because I always felt I needed some fancy high-tech equipment and a camera with all the bells and whistles, special ‘food’ lens and a big umbrella with a flash and maybe even an attractive assistant holding one of those floppy silver discs…

In the end, things were much simpler than that Continue Reading

my OMelette is your OMelette

breakfast sandwich

Has this omelette scenario ever happened to you?

Sometimes you get to work a little earlier than usual, it’s 6am, dark and no one’s around when you get to work.

Yes, as usual with the early start, you’re totally STARVING, switch on the ovens, stoves, music, find a bit of

OLIVE oil bread you made a week ago, oh great – it’s still good, you somehow knew it would come in handy.

You slice it, toast it, slather it in that nice soft butter and shavings of cheese while making a hot buttery cream

cheese omelette that drips down your arms when you bite down into it but you just taste everything you need Continue Reading

a tasty pumpkin pasta recipe for ‘throwing things together’

pumpkin rigatoni
this is where everything seems to come together – even when you don’t know exactly where you’re going with it.

Was thinking of making some kind of tasty pumpkin pasta recipe one winter evening, had to make a pumpkin cream, almost a pumpkin soup and while the rigatoni was cooking RUSHED into the cold winter air to find a fresh piece of ginger.

The lady at the counter shook her head at the way I was dressed – a t-shirt and a crazy hat – you’re going to get seriously ill if you don’t put a coat on. Still, when I showed her the timer in my hand, with 5 minutes to go for the pasta, she reached into a box by the window and pulled out the pinkest, freshest piece of garlic I had ever seen in Russia… Thanks lady with the fingerless gloves!

and then it just happened here’s that inspired recipe I promised

out of the frying pan – recipes for single living

out of the frying pan

The first question came as we sat down in the kitchen for something to eat.

I’d just moved into the ‘new’ apartment and was still trying to figure out where everything was. Fortunately, there was almost nothing, I had my own cutlery, my own salt and pepper mills, even my own little frying pan. Simple is best when travelling

The stove was a simple two hob affair, but enough for cooking at home, maybe even some light ‘entertaining’, but probably not too many dinners, though.

“you live alone, right?” she asked. I knew where this was going, I’d heard it many times before. “you’ve probably done this hundreds of times, all around the world, haven’t you? You must have so many recipes for single living, Im sure of it…”

That word “singleton” made it sound like you were sad, lonely and sometimes ate cat food after midnight when your cat wasn’t watching. I tried to play it smart and cool: “yeah, I’m alone, but never lonely…”

and she has more questions