Lemon chicken

Oh dudes, I totally found my cooking mojo this last week. There has been masses of baking and this weekend featured an explosion of new dishes which were all blindingly successful. What is not to love. I am largely indebted to Ruth at Gourmet Girlfriend for triggering this renewed vigour in the kitchen. I think we all know I ebb and flow with enthusiasm for anything, but a couple of her posts in the last two weeks just made me go – MUST.MAKE.THAT.  This lemon chicken was not one of those (hah!), it was, in fact, planned as the non-spicy dish for the rest of the family while I gorged on spicy salt and pepper tofu and Szechuan braised eggplant.

Sunshine in a fruit!

Of course I had completely forgotten Oscar has a disco so suddenly I was under the pump. The chicken was up, everything else was on hold to Saturday.

mmm deep frying

When Oscar was in hospital over New Years, a friend gifted me Neil Perry’s balance & harmony: asian food. It was an outrageously generous gift which has since sat on the shelf calling my name every since. I’m a nervous Asian cuisine cook which is silly considering how much of it I’ve cooked, I guess it’s because I rely heavily on recipes and am reticent to wing it. I knew I was going to do something with chicken wings but was sick of our standard honey soy variety so pulled the book out for some ideas.

Lemon sauce in preparation

This was so SO easy and delivered the most delicate and delicious flavours. Go on, MAKE IT. Oh – while I think of it, I did chicken wingettes not the thigh pieces as indicated in the recipe. Because I did those and made a lot more (like 1kg of wings) I did 1 1/2 times the lemon sauce. Also – in the deep-frying, I cooked them until nice and golden then put on an oven rack and popped them in the oven for another 10 minutes or so, just to ensure they were cooked through.

mmm chicken, tasty tasty chicken

 

Lemon chicken
 
A delightful mix of lemony sweetness and crispy chicken.
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Ingredients
For the chicken
  • 300 g chicken thigh fillets, skin on, trimmed into 1cm slices (I used wing pieces)
  • 1 egg, lightly beaten
  • ¼ tsp salt
  • 2 tblsp cornflour
  • vegetable oil for deep-frying (I used rice bran oil)
For the lemon sauce
  • 2 lemons
  • 3 tblsp sugar
  • 3 tblsp white vinegar
  • 3 tblsp water
  • a pinch of Szechuan pepper
  • 2 spring onions, finely sliced
Instructions
To cook the chicken
  1. Put the chicken pieces, egg and salt in a bowl, toss and leave for an hour
  2. Remove the chicken from the egg and toss in the cornflour until evenly coated
  3. Heat the oil in a wok until just smoking (180C) and deep fry the chicken pieces until golden brown and cooked through, then drain on paper towel
For the sauce
  1. Finely grate the zest from half a lemon then juice the whole lemon.
  2. Peel and fillet* the other lemon
  3. Put the sugar, vinegar, water, lemon fillets, zest and juice in a small saucepan and stir over low heat until the sugar is dissolved.
  4. Bring to the boil and then remove from the heat
  5. Pour the sauce over the chicken and sprinkle with the Szechuan pepper and spring onions.

 

* I have no idea what a lemon fillet is. I peeled the lemon including all the pith and then cut segments out between the pod membrane.

 

Onward.

 

The Rotary Ladies cake

Cinnamon makes the world go round.

This recipe was introduced to my by Bec, my partner in blogging crime way back when we blogged together on Glamorouse. My GOD I can’t believe that was SEVEN years ago.

Anyway, this is carrot cake made better. A humingbird cake but not. There was a story behind it which I can no longer recall but the cake, this cake is my absolute favourite. That’s right. More than a chocolate one or a simple butter cake, this, this is my Queen of Cakes.

Baking makes some people nervous but really, it’s just about slowing down and going with it. This cake (below) I only lightly drained the pineapple and dumped the whole can in rather than the designated 1/2 cup. I then did 2 heaped cups of SR flour instead and voila, perfection.

Cake perfection

 

Heaven on a plate

Rotary Ladies Cake

  • 2 heaped cups self-raising flour
  • 1/2 tsp bicarb
  • 2tsp cinnamon
  • 1 cup caster sugar
  • 3 eggs
  • 1 cup vegetable oil
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 2 cups grated carrot (3 small-medium carrots)
  • 3/4 cup dessicated coconut
  • 1 440g can crushed pinapple, drained
  • 1/2 cup sultanas or raisins
  • 1/2 cup walnuts (or nut of choice, or leave out altogether as I often do)
  1.  Preheat the oven to 180C, line a 24cm or rectangular cake tin
  2. Combine the wet ingredients in a bowl then stir in the dry
  3. Add the carrot, fruit and nuts then pour into the tin
  4. Bake for 45-50 minutes or until it bounces back at a light touch or a knife comes out clean
  5. Cool in the tin for 5 minutes, then turn out and cool on a cake rack
  6. You can leave it un-iced, perfectly acceptable or put a simple lemon glaze on it (icing sugar mixed with enough lemon juice to pour over the cake) or a cream cheese icing.
  7. Devour.
Wet ingredients

 

New Favourite

Again via Ruth at Gourmet Girlfriend. Girl knows her music.

I have been hesitant posting this as it cuts pretty close for a friend of mine. But she is strong and this has a beauty about it that has me transfixed. An intense sadness but a beauty. I hope she is OK with it.

 

I’ll never know where you left you’re clothes
But that girl is my first clue
Such a glorious face, she gives it all away
So right now all I know is

You lied, lied
You lied

Here in this bed, you once so famously said
“You’re Frida, I’m Diego”
And if that were true
I’d take a lover and forgive you
Right now all I know is

You tell the beautiful lies, lies
And I ran to fall from them every time

Twenty three, twenty three
Had the world alive inside of me
And Anything can happen
And it will, and it does
Before long it all gets serious
And I am in your room watching you naked
For the last time
You liar
Oh is this why I loved you

You speak the most beautiful lies, lies
And I ran to fall for them every time
Every time

And you speak the most beautiful lies, lies
And I ran to fall for them every time
Every time

Is this why I loved you
Tell me, is this why I loved you

Guilty pleasure c1978

Klassy Ladeez

That’s me and BabyMac. She’s a fucking legend so get over to her part of the Interweb and well, yes that is her life, don’t hate her for it. When she runs sometimes wee comes out. I figure that’s payment enough.

This photo was taken when we were in Melbourne back in March. Beth took on the role of Benefactor and basically paid for my entire trip. That’s right. Airfares, accomodation and sneaky ciggies. I haven’t smoked since uni and even then it was only after dark and when I was very very drunk. Fast forward 20 years and here we were, peeing our pants over stupid mum jokes and smoking out a tiny gap in the window in the hotel room. As I said up there. Klass.ee.Lay.deez.

ANYWAY, somewhere over the course of that weekend we were talking about the gross foodstuffs we adore and childhood family favourites or at least classics.

I informed her of our standard Sunday night fare (as lunch was always a lamb roast):  tinned spaghetti on toast, or (tinned) creamed corn on toast, or some weird GOREmay (tinned) mushrooms in sauce … on toast. all offered up with some fried devon.

Shut the door hold the phone shut the fuck up FRIED DEVON.

Oh sure, my sweets up there was all across Devon rollos – a slice of devon, a line of tomato sauce down the middle and then rolled up and shoved down your gullet fast enough the sauce wouldn’t escape – but totally in the dark about the world that is FRIED DEVON.

Seriously, when I hear the universe wailing about what our kids eat these days my reaction is, REALLY? REALLY???

So the fried caper was a whole new ballgame for blondie.

I promised her I would blog about it and I think keeping her waiting for two months is a nice way of showing my appreciation for her absolute pure generosity of heart, spirit, bank account and fags. So darling girl, here it is, in all its tasty transfat, lips and arses, hooves and beaks glory.

 

FRIED DEVON

tasty tasty lips and arses, beaks and hooves

Take a slice of this tasty processed meat

NOT foreskin

Make a small cut into each side, even though a circle doesn’t have a side. So at 12, 3, 6 and 9 o’clock. Imagining the devon was a clock. Which clearly it isn’t. Oh nevermind.

Have a little sizzle!

Lightly oil (in hindsight there was a disappointing lack of fat in this devon, should have used more oil in the pan. I have vague recollections that when mum made this for us as kids it was FRIED IN BUTTER. Tasty tasty butter. In her defence I think at that stage you could still only buy olive oil in the chemist for treating cradle cap so cooking with it would have been really gross.

Crisp it up good

In hindsight I left this one a bit too long, but I was getting a bit distracted by taking photos of the whole process and generally finding myself hilarious.

Garnish

What is not to love about that people, what is NOT.TO.LOVE.

 

So I figure I’ll open it up to the floor – what is your childhood food memory which either scarred you for life or is now a complete guilty pleasure. Don’t be shy, you’re among friends, we’ll only laugh a lot. Here’s some to get you started:

The perfect sandwich

It HAS to be sandwich bread, none of this fancy sourdough shit. Then butter, both sides, devon, tomato sauce. Perfection. What about this beauty:

Vomit cheese

My boys were introduced to this by my MIL and ADORE it. ADORE. Remember when it was the ONLY parmesan you could buy? Ahh, the gold ‘ole days. (Confession, I had some on my spag bol the other week. It was so good. *hangs head in shame*)

New favourite

A few friends of mine were getting all hot and bothered the other day telling me who Jack White was. Jack White from the band the White Stripes. Last night I heard this, off his first solo album Blunderbuss. And then I found this guy dancing to it.