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Fitzroy – Brunswick Food Day

Met up with my food partner on Saturday morning. We had a huge day planned and started at Casa Iberica, a supplier of all things Iberian and South American, at 9 am. Turns out we had no reason to actually start at Iberica because the end goal was home made pasta, but some morcilla was purchased for storage. You never know when you’ll need some emergency black pudding.

Casa Iberica

Casa Iberica - 25 Johnston Street Fitzroy - for all your paella, pimenton and pork needs. And much much more.

Next stop Mediterranean Wholesalers, a huge supermarket dedicated to all things Italian. Again, probably not necessary given we could have sourced our flour and eggs anywhere, but certainly worth a look if only to drool over the vast selection of parmesan. On the walk from Spain to Italy we had decided on a trio of pasta sauces, that was further refined to three pesto style sauces – no pots and pans, just a food processor. We needed parmesan for the basic pesto genovese, and kefalogreviera, a white parmesan style hard cheese from Greece for a rocket and walnut pesto.

Impulsively, I also bought a neapolitana, a drip coffee maker that is, quite simply, the bomb.

A proper cup of coffee from a proper... well, it's aluminium.

The Neapolitana 'flip n drip' coffee pot.

A little further up Sydney Road, and after a period of confusion it was decided that dessert should be in keeping with the Italian theme. So we bought profiteroles.

Dessert

Profiteroles, a liquor bun and a (subtle) lemon custard slice.

Unfortunately, these babies didn’t make it to dessert having been decimated before egg had been broken into flour to make the pasta dough.

I’ve always made my pasta dough in a food processor with 3 eggs and 2 cups of flour. Then added more flour until the mixture is fairly dry. We made 1 batch of angel hair and two batches of fettuccine from that mix.

Clothes rack

Fettuccine drying on the clothes rack.

Dried

All done.

Saucy!

Pesto Genovese; Rocket, Walnut and Kefalograviera Pesto, and; Red Pepper and Chilli 'Sauce'

And the feast:

Three pastas, three pestos

Three pastas, three pestos.

Should I post the recipes?

Thai breaker

The whole restaurant experience in Barcelona is somewhat different to in Sydney. Sometimes I just like a nice meal out… But in Barcelona, you really have to know where to go as most of the restaurants around where I live are geared towards tourists. I mean, you can’t just wander down the street and walk into a restaurant and expect good quality… What you can expect if you don’t know where to go is frozen paella, expensive tapas, and greasy things in a baguette.

I’ve been to nice restaurants and eaten good food with friends, but I just don’t stumble upon anything amazing myself – and I’m not partial to guide books – until, well it was over a year ago, I was exploring a part of town presumably while I was waiting for someone and stumbled across the Bangkok Café. I was first attracted to the street, it was gated and had nice little Paddington style terraces. At the end was the Bangkok Cafe, which just looked like the Asian food within would be authentic.

Eat Street

One of my favourite (residential) streets in Barcelona (May 2010). Bangkok Cafe at end (left).

That was May 2010, it’s taken me over 15 months for me to find it again and actually eat there, but I finally did. The Bangkok Café resembles a restaurant at home, with the same warm feeling. Warm? Actually the tables are that close to the hotplates it’s possible they’re trying to create a truly Thai ambience. I was sweating from the moment I entered.

I had to be difficult and request Pad Kee Mao, which wasn’t on the menu, but I’ve been craving some good Thai noodles for a while. The first waitress I asked told me “if it’s not on the menu, we don’t make it.” I told her it was really easy and if she could just ask the other (Thai looking) waitress, I’m sure I could have it… The second waitress explained that it’s not on the menu, but because it’s so easy, “we can do it.” I asked for extra spicy. And that’s what I got. I was literally in tears as I ate, my lips were burning, and I was worrying about the following morning… But it was so good.

The Bangkok Cafe

Yum

(I was fine the next day, by the way…)

Spanish Tortilla /tɔːˈtiː.ə/

There’s always a bit of harmless banter between two people of different nationalities. More so in Europe, it seems, and the weapon in Spain is food. Ah, that old chestnut. It always starts with a sly “what food is typical from Australia?” said in the knowledge that I’ll be searching the back of the pantry for an example, then a gleeful “you don’t really have your on cuisine, do you?” Yes, it keeps on popping up in conversations, and as my Spanish improves I get better at our defence. Truth is though, it’s really hard to defend your national cuisine when you only have Pavlova (to which New Zealand possibly has a better claim), and all the dishes in Possum Magic, though I’m hardly going to win a friendly argument with pumpkin scones and lamingtons. Let alone Vegemite.

If I do continue the discussion and argue that in my experience, Australians generally have a more diverse palate than any other culture I’ve seen, that our wine is pretty good (again a difficult discussion in Spain where you can buy a damn good Rioja for €5), and that we enjoy different methods of eating a selection of the world’s best culinary offerings and that Modern Fusion cuisine is likely an Australian invention, the retort goes something like “yes, but you don’t have your own tradition of cooking [the same dish over and over and over again]”. It’s like our grandmothers and our grandmother’s grandmothers simply didn’t cook. This ain’t true. And anyways, a whole lot of them brought their traditions from Europe and elsewhere.

I could argue about the sausage. Just about every country has it’s own sausage, so claiming a culinary tradition via the Chorizo is a bit weak, sure, it’s delicious but we know of Germany as the land of the sausage, and anyway we have the thick butcher’s snag. Everyone has their own sausage.

Anyways, before I got all defensive about Australian food, I was going to write about the making of my first tortilla de patatas. I kind of knew in my head how it was made, but had a quick look for an example on YouTube before heading to the market to buy the spuds and onion.

Tortilla 1

Prep.

Spanish tortilla is basically onion, potato, eggs, oil (lots and LOTS) and salt. You can add pepper if you like. That’s it if you wanna be traditional. I did want to be traditional, but I’ve eaten a whole lot of traditional tortilla here, and I thought it could be improved with a little of each of ground cinnamon and cumin. Not too much. The subtle result was pleasing, but I daren’t allow one of my traditionalist friends taste it…

You need all that oil to fry the diced onion and potato in until soft, this is also where I added the salt and non-traditional spices.

Tortilla en desarollo

Getting there...

While the potatoes are bubbling away in the oil, you beat the eggs. I had no idea about quantities but the onion/potato/egg ratio in the photos is about right. Use as much oil as you want to fry the taters until they are soft. Then remove as much as you can so you feel less guilty. Combine the cooked potato and onion mixture with the eggs and stir a bit. Then put it into a deep non-stick 20∅ frypan. As the mixture is pretty warm already, cook slowly on low heat. When the egg is cooked up the sides a bit, you have to flip the whole thing over and cook the other side a bit. Use a plate. If I’m honest, I burnt the bottom a little (not pictured) so make sure you don’t have the burner up too high. Fact.

I reckon it’s nicer a bit runny in the middle.

Result!

Tortilla de patatas! First try...

To be frank, I’m not sure of the traditional use for this dish. I’ve had it served as a tapa when I order a drink, I’ve ordered it as larger portion between a snack and a meal, I’ve seen it slapped in a baguette and served as a bocadillo (sandwich, carbohydrate bomb). Friends serve it with a whole lot of other hors d’oeuvres at drinks. Actually, it’s pretty versatile. I think it’s a perfect breakfast dish, though eating a big breakfast here is completely foreign. Too bad.