
Sometimes we roll spaghetti out and stick it on coat hangers to dry.
We tried hanging lasagna sheets out one night and got a rude shock when sheets cracked and shattered in the middle of the night, onto the timber floor boards. Hehe, oops!

Friday 20th March 20 2009: Chapter One Brasserie, which has just reverted to serving lunch. Hooray!
Don't miss out! So what if it's not on the main Subiaco drag? Make that reservation and walk up that end of Hay Street, I promise you will be rewarded with an exceptional dining experience!
My host and dining companion both chose calamari to start but I declined, leaving more room for dessert. I have fond memories of sidling into the then-Aalto's for angel hair followed by cassata; I say sidling because, on my minuscule graduate architect's salary, it was a guilty pleasure! I didn't want anything to distract me from the anticipation of my main course.
I eagerly tucked into my blue manna crab angel hair pasta with tomato sugo while the guys had the rabbit pie and roast chicken. I was in raptures! It was perfect. I can't do Jason Walker's work justice with words, go try for yourself. I talk more than my two dining companions combined and I still finished last (and they both mumbled appreciation of the succulent chicken and tender rabbit in between mouthfuls)! I had also been tempted by the tasting plate and the petit lunch menu...over the meal, I mentally mapped out reservations for three more visits over the next month, with various social excuses!
As I finished the last few mouthfuls, we overheard the next table having a friendly tussle over dessert; two patrons had ordered affogatto, and the ice cream is served simply in martini glasses, with the shots of Frangelico and espresso on the side. One diner was being teased that he had less ice cream, and Hayley Walker good-naturedly brought him a second scoop.
When it came to our turn, I was a quivering mass of indecision. I asked, and Hayley said her favourite was the raspberry and almond tart with licorice ice cream - they make it, that sold me, I loved it! My host told me to stop playing with my food and just damned well eat it. He caught me minutely inspecting the pastry folds and raspberry placement. Both dining companions have Dutch heritage and are big fans of triple salted licorice, so automatically gave props to the flavor. I'm occasionally subjected to licorice by my Dutch Mum-in-law and will normally leave it on the shelf at the candy store; I say, leave those reservations at home and go for it. It's sweet and is delicately flavored, a slightly interesting sage green but nevertheless an intriguing complement to the perfect pastry.
When the desserts were delivered, I trailed off mid-sentence to watch the chocolate fondant (served with their own pistachio ice cream) being prodded with some hesitation. The caution was warranted, as this beautiful, quivering fondant looked like it would explode in chocolate. I asked its owner if he wouldn't mind angling the plate towards me so I could appreciate when a cross section was cut. Oh joy, if only building sections oozed chocolate in AutoCAD...
The company was good fun and lunch was the perfect treat. Each dish was carefully had carefully paired flavors and were presented simply. Hayley's service was impeccable and although it felt like such a shame that there were only two tables that day, it was lovely not having to watch enviously while many plates were marched past us to other tables. I walked back to work in the sunshine, 1) in a mild attempt to appease my conscience and 2) feeling like we three had been party to a clever little Perth secret. I vowed to hop on the Wii Fit the next day to offset the first point. FAIL.
I highly recommend it...I think I've just found my new favorite restaurant...Jameliche, dear ones? Ready when you are!
Thursday 19th March 2009: how about a break from a "school night" routine, with dinner at The Moon Café in Northbridge, followed by jazz and drinks at The Ellington?
The décor: dark, moody, quirky and laid-back. Its unpretentious-ness made me feel young and 20-something again, and I wished I was sporting less Gucci and more Converse. Still, wearing alot of black helped me blend right in.
The service: prompt and cheerful. I couldn't place our waitress' accent but was reluctant to ask, it was just delightful in its mystery. A young friend wistfully accounted how only backpackers seem to score jobs there, so we've conspired that she should dye her hair darker and only speak her second language (Spanish) in an effort to get on the staff list!
The cocktails: their pina colada really hits the spot, and so does their really fun peach schnapps and gin thing. Someone please go back and tell me what it's called...
The food: the menu was somewhat predictable. Although the burger selection was interesting and reputably good, our table ended up with nachos (argh, you're out of jalapeños?), the calamari (hot lil' popcorn morsels of fun with skinny chips and a tasty aioli), and two pastas. Hubby surprised me by ordering the vegetarian option, with lovely roast veggies and olive oil; I had fettuccine with Gorgonzola, thyme and pumpkin.
Thyme is my 'herb of the month', I love pumpkin, and have I mentioned what I think of cheese? But somehow, thrown together that night, the dish was flat. I added salt, ate half and then swapped for the roast veggies. But, my cocktail and stolen mouthfuls of calamari more than made up for my disappointment.
The cocktail list menu was quite intriguing, but unfortunately we couldn't stay to sample them all or enjoy the rousing jazz band (free, yippee!) in the back room. We'll be back for the jazz and I shall ponder this sudden disinterest in cheese.
The group dragged me away from the cocktail list and we wandered over to The Ellington to see the Don Gomes Trio, which turned out to be plus one saxophonist. We missed the introductions, I think Paul Pooley and Chris Tarr played; on top of scoring low marks for musician facial recognition, my glasses are two prescriptions back (new glasses eta 10 days huzzah).
I work with the lovely and creative Mrs Gomes, so I was quite excited to finally see Don in action. The sound lobby added a sense of underground, we were duly stamped and ushered through. The cozy room was unpretentious and looked like alot of effort had gone into the acoustics. I suppose you shouldn't really be arriving halfway through a set, but if you do come early to catch the next act (on nights when multiple bands are scheduled), this means you're trying to occupy the same space as punters lining up at the bar or obscuring the views of jazz fans crowded up the back. IMHO the standing room up the back would've been served better with a single, fixed dry bar and stools. We wandered upstairs and slouched on the banquettes (next to the slot light feature beautifully aligned with the hint of timber beam above) over Mount Gay rum and dry (extra lime in mine). A few more friends joined us, one had tapas from the bar (toasted Turkish bread with rosemary oil and smoked capsicum hummus, served with prosciutto, all consumed with relish), and I really look forward to menu additions of dessert.
I miss the Side-On Cafe (Annandale, Sydney). I don't know if has reopened since we returned to live in Perth; I won't Google it, I like the idea that someone bought it after its closure as a late surprise. They had the loveliest dessert menu...sticky date pudding and chocolate cake while listening to Elana Stone? Yes please!
I digress. The back lit acoustic panels made me grumpy but the shiny copper bar tops were a good material choice. The baton lights in the girls' loos were an unpleasant shock but I have to remember I don't go out just to look at finishes! There was a good selection both bars and the prices were pleasantly fair; we liked the fireplace room and the fact that the first floor transmission of the ground floor performance is in stereo.
Sorry, I did it again. Mr Gomes and friends put on a great show. He makes jazz piano look easy and effortless! One seriously considers volunteering to garden for Mrs G if it means one can linger outside their lounge room window listening to the practice sessions at home! When first introduced, I mused to myself that Don looks like he's sharing a musical, cosmic joke with his Maker; maybe he lets the rest of us in on it every so often, for example, when he played "Just One of Those Things" that night. We really enjoy it when musicians look like they love what they do!
Overall: good night out...hooray for The Ellington, it's been a long time coming! Come on Perth, support your local Jazz musos!
I’m curious about charcuterie!
I’ve collected a few interesting recipes for curing fish with sugar or salt, but haven’t been game to sit a big fat fish at the bottom of our fridge for a few days, only to result in fishy apples, fishy milk, and a booched dinner.
A few weeks ago, we wandered into The Inglewood, and I was beside myself when I saw their FoTD: beetroot-cured salmon.
Our meal was lovely, as always. It’s nice to have a local within walking distance that plates superb meals all nights of the week. The bistro staff provide excellent service and I thoroughly enjoyed my meal. Dessert was something simple, Frangelico syrup drizzled over vanilla ice cream. Hubby had a dessert that can only be described as a whipped cloud. Bliss!
I normally don’t order anything I know I can make at home (open bottle, pour over tub, insert spoon…) but in this case I figured the chef had put so much thought and effort into such a beautifully crafted salad, that the simple dessert selection was quite complementary.
Anyway, on a whim, I decided to “reverse engineer” the salad at home two days later. I hadn’t had the time to test my curing recipes, but made do with smoked salmon instead. Here’s the result, what do you think?
Ingredients and preparation (serves 2):
Buy a small (150 to 200g) packet of smoked salmon.
Blanch strips of one large zucchini, handful of yellow squash and one or two bunches of broccolini.
Use the slicing attachment on your food processer, a mandolin or a quick peeler to get thin strips.
Use stock to blanch your veggies; mine was chicken with a thumb of ginger and cloves of garlic thrown in. Remind me to post about poaching whole chickens. Being an ex-vegetarian, I’ve always been abit squeamish about carcasses, but it was just so easy!
Wash and halve your cherry / grape tomatoes. Use only half the punnet if your dining companion isn’t that fond of tomatoes.
Add thin slices of ‘fridge pack’ or tinned beetroot if using smoked salmon. Again, quick ‘n easy, nobody said they had to be fresh! If you have the time though, boil the fresh beetroot and then just steam your veggies over the top in the last five minutes. The beets will happily cook through 1.5 sitcoms. Peel it (ow ow hot hot), grate it, drain off excess water, squeeze in some lemon or lime, and finish off with a course grind of salt.
Croutons – thinly slice a French stick on an angle, sprinkle on some course sea salt and toast lightly under the grill.
Decide on the fat content by spreading on some butter, brushing on olive oil or using a low-fat spray; to me it’s about adding texture rather than flavor so I just did a mini spritz.
Make dressing by whipping mayonnaise with horseradish and/or whole grain mustard to taste.
(I think crème fraiche and herbs would work as well, or a really mild whipped feta dressing…)
Construction:
Layer the beetroot, smoked salmon, zucchini and squash. Scatter tomato halves, broccolini and croutons on top, drizzle dressing over and dust lightly with smoked paprika and cracked pepper.
Ta daa! Not bad for a laid-back Tuesday night dinner at home, eh? ;)