Food on the edge and a bank holiday weekend
As I sit here in the back room after service I have a chance to reflect on the week that it’s been for me personal and professional. Starting last Sunday the journey to Galway begins. Drive to Galway check in and time for beer. Monday bright and early off to NUIG for food on the edge, a few familiar faces appear a few new ones to acquaint with. For the most part I was alone, i.e. not with my group of Kevin Noel Dale and Dave. Rubbing shoulders with some of the best that the world has to offer and then there’s us. I really enjoyed the whole experience I met several icons for me including Neven mcguire (absolute gent). From there some of Ireland’s producers.
I’ve shorten the above from an essay to a paragraph as I believe nobody wants to read the rant of irrelevant nonsense. If your interested in Food from behind the pass or growing in the field or making cheese this is the place for you. Changed me personally and professionally.
Came back to a steak night provided by one of my old school friends, thank you that steak was amazing, thanks Dad for your input too, much too modest a man to take credit for what he’d deem to he his job and to tell the honest truth a dying art form true butchery skills pulling meat from bones on a carcass to a plate near you.
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As it’s said on “game of thrones” a programme/ series I have no interest in winter is coming well sod that it’s here. Freezing howling winds on the coastline a warm car a short walk away I need to stay on the grass as the restaurant requires fresh sea greens as we once again run close. Now I don’t mind the cold, it’s now wet and cold it’s miserable and I’m stooped over some sea beet like I’m footing turf scanning around for the next plant to take a bit from.
While the forest still some respite from the elements, wild herbs still flourish and the hardier herbs remain, dandelion leaves still like through the undergrowth. While briars begin the annual purge of leaves, along with the rest of the deciduous trees, the sound of crunching leaves no matter how old you think you are brings the cheery child out of everyone. *kicks a pile of leaves.
Many of you know I enjoy forestry walks and have discovered mushroom hunting, Just wandering from a beaten track because something catches my eye, and intrigues my more inquisitive side regardless of my attire, in I go through mud, swamp, and water. Not often has my balance betrayed me when it does I have a soft/wet landing.
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Quick side note, butcher masterclass on the 15th November in the IT Tralee at 1pm. Check put our page events for more info.
As my summer harvests draw to a close the autumn/winter crops begin to flourish, amid shades of red orange yellow and green, whilst a hazy sunrise listens over the coast. A lapping tide caresses rocks with pools of seaweeds, and sea grasses.
The coast i find is an amazing place this time of year so peaceful and beautiful, yet silently deadly at the safe time as I fell foul of rock lucky to escape with bruising.
While near the coast a number of people who walk regularly whether with a dog or by themselves have come to associate me with the restaurant and my mandatory gangster gear.
Berries cascade from briars, along a pathway near the beach. Morning gangster, or chef, or Jez your out early to some new faces. A conversation about food and their memories usually ensues, I find these interesting and borderline inspirational, people talk about their childhood memories about picking this or that or my grandmother used to do this is that long-go (abbreviation intentional).
My forestry trailers still find my presence amusing, a hearty morning and continue on with their business, that is until they see tree leaves in my tub and all of a sudden, using those really??? Total confusion, tell them it’s dinner and this look quickly turns to disbelief, a little explaining and they turn to shock and awe, that idea is class.
Till next time people.
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melted butter, to grease
500 g(3 cups) fresh corn kernels
395 gtin sweetened condensed milk
80 gbutter, melted
1 tspnatural vanilla essence or extract
4eggs, at room temperature
110 g(¾ cup) plain flour
2 tspbaking powder
Preheat oven to 180°C (160°C fan-forced). Brush a 9 cm x 21.5 cm loaf tin with the melted butter to grease and then line the base and two long sides with one piece of non-stick baking paper.
Combine the corn kernels, sweetened condensed milk, butter and vanilla in a food processor until almost smooth. Add the eggs and process briefly until just combined. Add the flour, baking powder and salt and process until just combined.
Pour the mixture into the lined tin. Bake in preheated oven for 60-65 minutes or until golden and a skewer inserted into the centre comes out clean. Stand in the tin for 5 minutes before turning onto a wire rack to cool