
SERIOUSLY ......... ENOUGH SNOW ALREADY!
The Netherland region of Twente would have been an ideal location for the 2010 Winter Olympics. We have had more snow than Vancouver. The slight flaw in my
statement is the fact that the downhill ski competition would be reduced to the fastest time that a competitor could ski down the dyke of the Twente canal. (A whole Gouda cheese can achieve this
feat - without ski's - in approx 15 seconds before it sploshes into the water). For the other winter sports such as ski-jumping, tobogganing and luge etc. the Dutch have some of the finest Civil
Engineers in the world and could easily have built the required arena's.
All of that malarky aside ...... I need to vent. We have had snow on the ground since December and enough is enough!
As I write this entry it is snowing ... AGAIN! The dogs are fed up and refuse to go out for walks as their feet get too cold, Cloggys chickens are fed up and have taken up residence in the garage
roof - no amount of tasty morsels can persuade them to leave their roost, Cloggy is sick, Middle Baby Clog is sick, Smallest Baby Clog is sick, The Clog residence boiler was more than sick
and needed replacing (costing Cloggy a pretty penny which is probably the cause of his current ailments), Oldest Baby Clog has had his first driving 'faux pas' - aka accident - in the
snow (he managed to doughnut my car into the newly planted hedge at the hockey club because he applied the brakes too heavily - no damaged caused to my car but a section of the hedge will need
replacing) and me? .... Well I'm just thoroughly miffed at the whole situation!
This coming Saturday I have a very renowned Ladies Hockey Team visiting us from The Hague for a test game and a team building weekend. The bitch of it all is that the hockey field at Haackey is
unusable at this current time and I am reduced to praying for rain, or failing that, bribing the local fire department into illicitly spraying the field with water on Saturday morning
to remove all of the snow. At least one of those plans is going to get me in to trouble with someone or another.
Yes .. OK .. I acknowledge that other parts of the world have seen worse circumstances over the last few weeks and I sincerely hope that their situations improve quickly .. I can't do anything to
change this .. However, this has brought my endeavour to feed Family Clog on 50 euros for a week into a new perspective. I donated the savings in my weekly food bill to the Red
Cross.
My self inflicted task of providing food for 5 Days, 5 Family Members and 50 Euros was a success. Infact, I surprised myself with the outcome but I am also kicking myself for being,
previously, so frivolous and utterly crap with my household feeding budget. Not an error I will ever make again!
The end result was in fact 7 Days, 5 Family Members and 38 Euros. A saving of 142 Euros! Yes ... I did have a pantry full of basics but my success can also be contributed to careful planning and
extra time spent on preparing meals from scratch using seasonal produce rather than relying on ready made food, such as lasagne, bought from the grocery store.
I dare you to try the same exercise and donate your savings to the Red Cross!
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The boys have had a tough day chasing bunnies and killing rubber chickens.
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This is the beginning diary entry of how I will attempt to feed the Family Clog over the next 5 days spending only 50 Euros on provisions.
(It's never gonna work but it will be interesting to try it!)
I will admit that I have the free use of 'Augustine' and an over full pantry. But please bear in mind that our typical grocery bill for a week normally adds up to 180 Euros!
Augustine was the lovingly raised steer of Cloggy's side kick, 'Old Neighbour Dude', who was recently dispatched to greener pastures courtesy of the local abattoir. Unbeknown to me
Cloggy had negotiated an 8th of his mortal remains against services rendered and these are now stuffing up my freezer. I returned home from the grocery store to find that I
had no room for the pizza's, ice-cream and Jagermeister that I had purchased!
The bequest had also been given as a kind of good neighbours award which begs the question "What kind of neighbours did they have before we moved in?" WHATEVER - Never look a gift
horse in the mouth, as my Grammy might say.
Smallest Baby Clog has now turned vegetarian on us all of a sudden!
If she craves meat after 2 days there are always Cloggy'schickens that are cluckin' around the homestead with too much of a confident strut. Just because they are rare breed doesn't mean they
can't also be table fodder!
Here's a video clip, taken last summer, of the freezer content. He's a bit pissed orf because 'Old neighbour Dude' had put his water trough behind an electric fence, which still enabled him
to get to drink, but stopped him from knocking his water over just for the hell of it.
I think I'll be only eating veggies as well this week!
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Another Saturday and Another Winter Competition Hockey Game.
Middle Baby Clog and his squad of pre-pubesent retro-bates (collectively known as Haackey Jongens C1) managed to haul their carcases out of bed in time for a 12.30
start, except Steijn who got a right chew out from General Cloggy because he arrived half and hour late for warm up - which began at 11.30.
This weeks victims, ermmm - opponents, were Bully JB2 who, very quickly into the game, scored the opening goal. The score stayed at 0 -1 for the 1st half with Haackey JC1 being unable to convert
their attacking plays into goals.
As you may imagine General Cloggy was not best pleased and it looked as if a very heated half time talk was delivered to the boys during the break. One can only guess what was said in
the dug out but whatever it was it worked.
The Haackey boys stormed into the 2nd half taking no prisoners in their march toward victory. They played a calculated and controlled game building the attack from their defensive line, making
full use of the field and won a penalty corner. This was converted by a fast sneaky slip left with the ball being played into the goal behind a disorientated keeper and the crowd
went mad!. 1 - 1.
10 minutes later a ball, played into space from the half line, found the stick of a Haackey forward who converted the
ball into the goal high and right. 2 - 1. Soon after a 2nd penalty corner was won but the ball was stopped on the line by a foot from the Bully defense. A penalty flick was
awarded and converted. 3 - 1. In the dying moments of the game Haackey refused to give their opponents any respite and a fourth goal, from open play, was scored. End score 4 - 1 Haackey.
All the boys played an outstanding game which was enjoyed by the public but I have to say that Middle Baby Clog was awesome. Yes .. he made a few unforced errors but he more than made up for
these with his work rate and technical skill - the kid commanded the right middle field giving his opponent no free space. Oldest Baby Clog umpired a solid game too.
A mad dash home and a quick shower - by Middle Baby Clog - later, Family Clog were at the Cinema in Enschede for the 4.15 showing of Avatar 3D. It is an awesome movie which I strongly
recommend even if you think you don't like that kind of stuff.
I can not remember the last time all of the Clogs were quiet at the same time for 3 hours in a row! We were going to go out and eat after the movie had finished but everyone was so stuffed
with popcorn, nachos, candy and ice cream that we opted to skip dinner. Not very healthy but once in a while that's o.k.
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Its been one of those days when time just got away from me and my best
intentions of inflicting another culinary master piece on Family Clog disappeared down the pan.
A combination of work and a knackered boiler scuttled my plans for making Coq Au Van, the recipe of which, I had found in the 'Four Seasons Cookery Book' written by Margaret
Costa. Lack of time meant that I resorted in feeding the Clogs store bought Chicken Cordon Bleu, mashed potatoes and frozen pea's. What a let down. I did feel somewhat indignant as I watched
them tuck into the overly orange chicken as if they had been deprived of nourishment for the last 96 hours.
Thursday - Coq Au Van
Failed attempt - I sacrificed a good dinner for warmth and hot water!
The Heating Engineer was very pleasant sort of chap who commended the Cloggy Residential Boiler in
its efforts to provide us with heat and hot water over the last year but quickly followed up his praise with "It's completely Knackered and there's Bugger all I can do to fix it - you'd best
get a new one and quickly"!
The Dinosaur is 20 years old and its fought the valiant fight but there comes a time when its better to chuck out the old and bring in the new. Cloggy is shakin in his boots not only in
anticipation of the bill but also because I have known him a bloody long time too!
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Onion Johnny was the nickname given to the French farmers that used to sell onions door-to-door
in England, Wales and Scotland. Dressed in striped shirt and beret, riding a bicycle hung with onions, the Onion Johnny became the stereotypical image of the
Frenchman.
I love onions, always have done. I think they are value for money and the multitude of scrummy dishes that you can make out of
them is endless. My Grandfather also loved his onions and ate a raw one every morning of his entire adult life stating that they had medicinal qualities. He was rarely ill but it was always wise
to give him a little extra personal space in the mornings otherwise you would of been knocked out by his oniony whiff.
Downside of cooking with onions is that you have to peel them and chop em up and this leads to enevitable tears. There
are many different solutions to this problem including putting a spoon in your mouth, wearing contact lenses, soaking the onions in water, chewing gum, sticking your tongue out, and (my personal
favorite) wearing your kids swimming goggles to ensure an airtight seal around your eyes! None of em work - you just have to get used to the tears.
Today's recipe called for 2.5 Kg of finely chopped onions so I sharpened my knife and made ready the Kleenex .........
Wednesday - Pissaladière
I filched this recipe from the book 'Simple French Cooking' book written by Georges Blanc and Coco Jobard. It involves making a dough base which is roughly 1.5cm thick and sweating the onions in
a heavy based pan until they are translucent but not caramelized. Add the onions to the dough base and then place tomatoes, anchovies and black olives on top then place in a hot oven
and bake for 30 minutes.
Was very yummy and there is a small bit left over for my lunch tomorrow. No sarky comments about the slightly darkish bits around the edge please, Raymond Blanc I ain't!
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In 1987 the U.S. National Pork Board, began an advertising campaign to position pork as "the other white meat" due to a
public perception of chicken and turkey (white meat) as more healthy than red meat.
Since then various splinter factions of the campaign have been formed proclaiming that the likes of Possums, Squirrels, Cats and Babies are the other white meat. 3 of these options are very
dubious and 1 is illegal. There more suggestions available via the Google search engine but they are just silly!
Tuesday
- No Brainer Pork Chops and Mash
There's not much you can do to murder a pork chop so The Family Clog need not have looked so nervous as I prepared this evenings dinner.
I raided the January edition of 'Delicious' magazine for the basis of the recipe but chose to make a few changes due to the Baby Clogs palettes and cost of ingredients. I must of made the right
changes as the dinner table this evening was silent apart from 'Happy Homer Simpson' type noises emanating from Middle Baby Clog - that boy sure does enjoy his food - and plates were scraped
clean.
Basic Method;
Pork chops were rubbed with olive oil and seasoned and placed under a hot grill until nicely brown on both sides and served with slices of pre-prepared Garlic, Herb and Cracked Pepper Butter.
The mash was made in the normal way but I added a mixture of warm milk and cream that had been infused with fresh Thyme. To the mash I also added finely chopped raw andijvie (a kind of chicory)
and red onion, better known in Swampland as Stamppot.
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I
went to school in a period when home economic classes
were compulsory and the TV Chefs of the day were the likes of the 'Galloping Gourmet' and 'Fanny Craddock'.
My teacher was a red haired witch, called Mrs Morgan who, ultimately, gave up her quest to teach unruly offspring of the Mods and Rockers Era basic
fundamentals of cooking and went into politics for the local Labour Party in a Conservative borough.
She was a tough old bird and conducted her classes with a Narnia ice queen like rule. If you made the mistake of wearing nail polish to her class a withering glance, over the top
of her black horn rimmed glasses, made you slouch up to her desk, where she kept a bottle of acetone and a basket of cotton wool, and remove the offending lacquer.
Did I enjoy her classes? NO!
Did I learn anything? HELL YES!
One of the first things Mrs Morgan taught us (and YES I remember it clearly) was how to make a Roux Sauce. I won't bore you with the details but from that day onwards I have always made
a perfect roux - no lumps to be found with no sieving or whisking necessary. Milk, Flour, Butter and seasoning are the basic ingrediants and if you want to get fancy you can infuse the milk
with herbs and other such malarky.
The use of Butter in cooking, these days, is frowned upon due to all sorts of discovered dietary blah-de-blahs but, in my opinion, God would never of created the Cow if he had thought
that an unsaturated fat/ low cholesteral product would be a suitable replacement.
Monday -
The Ultimate MAKEOVER Macaroni Cheese
I took the recipe from Februarys edition of the BBC Good Food magazine where they had given a nutritionist free reign to redesign a comfort food classic.
The task that she had been set was to make a low fat, low salt, alternative whilst still maintaining the wholesome flavour. The girl worked hard trying many different combinations of low fat
cheeses, low fat milks, low fat creams, herbs, veggies and no butter but had to resign in adding tomatoes in order to sell the dish on "providing half of the daily requirement
of vitamin C" in place of taste.
She did suceed in reducing the fat, saturated fat and salt content of the dish by half and proclaimed that we "can now enjoy this warming dish with far less guilt"!
It looked real pretty but its taste was so bland that even the dogs had to sniff it twice before they wolfed it down and my dogs don't bother to sniff the sh1t from Cloggys
Chickens before they eat it! They have a very refined palette.
I remade the dish using the time old roux recipe (WITH BUTTER), taught by Mrs Morgan, and added the tomatoes, spring onions, garlic,
mustard powder and other banned ingredients that the nutritionist had included/excluded in her makeover and the results were pretty outstanding.
Moral of this story - If the recipe requires a roux sauce then never try and replace the
butter!
I served the dish up with fresh baked bread rolls and a green salad with a honey and mustard dressing.
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